XLII. Eternall thraldome was to her more liefe any Or loosenes, that she lightly did remove. Most vertuous Virgin! glory be thy meed, And crowne of heavenly prayse with saintes above, Where most sweet hymmes of this thy famous deed Are still emongst them song, that far my rymes exceed:' XLIII. Fit song of angels caroled to bee! But yet whatso my feeble Muse can frame, Shal be t'advance thy goodly chastitee, And to enroll thy memorable name In th' heart of every honourable Dame, Yt yrkes me leave thee in this wofull state, XLIV. Who having ended with that Squyre of Dames And in his port appeared manly hardiment. XLV. Sir Satyrane him towardes did addresse, To weet what wight he was, and what his quest: Gan first inquire of tydinges farre abrode; XLVI. Who thereto answering said; "The tydinges bad, Which now in Faery Court all men doe tell, Which turned hath great mirth to mourning sad, Is the late ruine of proud Marinell, And suddein parture of faire Florimell To find him forth: and after her are gone All the brave Knightes, that doen in armes excell, To savegard her ywandred all alone; Emongst the rest my lott (unworthy') is to be one." XLVII. "Ah! gentle Knight," said then Sir Satyrane, 66 Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread, That hast a thanklesse service on thee taʼne, For dead, I surely doubt, thou maist aread XLVIII. Which wordes when Paridell had heard, his hew Or speake ye of report, or did ye see doubt so sore? For perdie elles how mote it ever bee, That ever hand should dare for to engore Her noble blood! The hevens such crueltie abhore." XLIX. "These eyes did see that they will ever rew T'have seene," quoth he, "whenas a monstrous beast The palfrey whereon she did travell slew, And of his bowels made his bloody feast: Which speaking token sheweth at the least Her certein losse, if not her sure decay: - Besides, that more suspicion encreast, I found her golden girdle cast astray, Distaynd with durt and blood, as relique of the pray." L. "Ah me!" said Paridell, “the signes be sadd; And, but God turne the same to good soothsay, That Ladies safetie is sore to be dradd: succeed! Yet will I not forsake my forward way, LI. "Ye noble Knights," said then the Squyre of Dames, "Well may yee speede in so praiseworthy payne! But sith the sunne now ginnes to slake his beames In deawy vapours of the westerne mayne, And lose the teme out of his weary wayne, Mote not mislike you also to abate Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe Both light of heven and strength of men relate: Which if ye please, to yonder Castle turne your gate." LII. That counsell pleased well; so all yfere The which to let you weet will further time requyre. CANTO IX. Malbecco will no straunge Knights host, For peevish gealosy: Paridell giusts with Britomart: Both shew their auncestry. I. REDOUBTED Knights, and honorable Dames, Which with her loose incontinence doth blend The shyning glory of your soveraine light; And knighthood fowle defaced by a faithlesse Knight. II. But never let th' ensample of the bad Offend the good: for good, by paragone Of evill, may more notably be rad ; As white seemes fayrer macht with blacke attone: For lo! in heven, whereas all goodnes is Of wicked sprightes did fall from happy blis; What wonder then if one, of women all, did mis? |