Presently that clownish person upstarting, desired that adventure: whereat the Queene much wondering, and the lady much gainsaying, yet he earnestly importuned his desire. In the end the lady told him, that unless that armour, which she brought, would serve him (that is, the armour of a Christian man, specified by St Paul, vi. Ephes.) that he could not succeed in that enterprise; which being forthwith put upon him with due furnitures thereunto, he seemed the goodliest man in all that company, and was well liked of the lady. And eftesoones! taking on him knighthood, and mounting on that strange courser, he went forth with her on that adventure; where beginneth the first book, viz. A gentle knight was pricking on the plain, &c. The second day there came in a palmer, bearing an infant with bloody hands, whose parents he complained to have been slain by an enchantress called Acrasia: and therefore craved of the Faery Queene, to appoint him some knight, to perform that adventure; which being assigned to Sir Guyon, he presently went forth with that same palmer which is the beginning of the second book and the whole subject thereof. The third day there came in a groom, who complained before the Faery Queene, that a vile enchanter, called Busirane, had in hand a most fair lady, called Amoretta, whom he kept in most grievous torment, because she would not yield him the pleasure of her body. Whereupon Sir Scudamour, the lover of that lady, presently took on him that adventure. But being unable to perform it by reason of the hard enchantments, after long sorrow, in the end met with Britomartis, who succoured him, and rescued his love. But by occasion hereof, many other adventures are intermedled, but rather as accidents, then intendments: As the love of Britomart, the overthrow of Marinell, the misery of Florimell, the virtuousness of Belphœbe, the lasciviousness of Hellenora, and many the like. This much, Sir, I have briefly overrun to direct your understanding to the well-head of the history, that from thence gathering the whole intention of the conceit, ye may as in a handful gripe all the discourse, which otherwise may happily seem tedious and confused. So humbly craving the continuance of your honourable favour towards me, and the eternal establishment of your happiness, I humbly take leave. Yours most humbly affectionate, Jan. 23, 1589. 1 'Eftesoones:' immediately. VERSES ADDRESSED BY AUTHOR TO NOBLEMEN, ETC. 7 VERSES ADDRESSED, BY THE AUTHOR OF THE FAERIE QUEENE, To the Right Honourable Sir Christopher Hatton,* THOSE prudent heads, that with their counsels wise So Maro oft did Cæsar's cares allay. So you, great Lord, that with your counsel sway With like delights sometimes may eke2 delays E. S. To the Right Honourable the Lord Burleigh, Lord To you, right noble Lord, whose careful breast *Hatton:' made Chancellor in 1587, died in 1591. 1 Formerly. 2 Also. 3 Smooth. 4 Manage ment. (As the wide compass of the firmament To the Right Honourable the Earl of Oxenford, Favour. RECEIVE, most noble Lord, in gentle gree,1 Which, by thy countenance, doth crave to be And also for the love* which thou dost bear That loves and honours thee; as doth behove. E. S. * The love,' &c.: Oxenford wrote verses; for instance, a Dialogue be tween Fancy and Desire. To the Right Honourable the Earl of THE sacred Muses have made always claim And registers of everlasting fame, Which them succeed in fame and worth, are tied And crowns their ashes with immortal bays. To thee therefore, right noble Lord, I send E. S. 1 Also. To the Right Honourable the Earl of Cumberland.t For love of virtue and of martial praise; * Northumberland:' Henry Percy, not Thomas, who was beheaded at York. Cumberland:' did good service against the Spaniards in the West Indies, 1597. 2 Trials. Yet brave ensample of long passed days, E. S. 1 Disdain. 2 Fleet, swift. To the most Honourable and excellent Lord the Earl of Essex, Great Master of the Horse to her Highness, and Knight of the Noble order of the Garter, &c. MAGNIFIC Lord, whose virtues excellent Do merit a most famous poet's wit To be thy living praise's instrument; Yet do not sdeign1 to let thy name be writ Nought is thy worth disparaged thereby. But when my Muse, whose feathers, nothing flit,2 3 Ascend. With bolder wing shall dare aloft to stye3 E. S. |