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There an huge heape of singulfes did oppresse
Both with great ruth and terrour she was smit, Fearing least from her cage the wearie soule would flit
Tho stouping downe she him amoved light;
Fit medcine to his griefe, and spake thus courtesly.
"Ah gentle knight! whose deepe conceived griefe 14
“Therefore, faire Sir, doe comfort to you take, 15 And freely read what wicked felon so
Hath outrag'd you, and thrald your gentle make.
Those feeling words so neare the quicke did goe,
And leaning on his elbowe these few words lett fly.
"What boots it plaine that cannot be redrest,
"There he tormenteth her most terribly,
And day and night afflicts with mortall paine, Because to yield him love she doth deny, Once to me yold, not to be yolde againe : But yet by torture he would her constraine Love to conceive in her disdainfull brest; Till so she doe, she must in doole remaine, Ne may by living meanes be thence relest: What boots it then to plaine that cannot be redrest ?"
With this sad hersall of his heavy stresse
The warlike Damzell was empassiond sore,
And sayd; "Sir knight, your cause is nothing lesse
Deliver her fro thence, or with her for you dy."
"Ah! gentlest knight alive," (sayd Scudamore) 19
"Life is not lost," (said she)" for which is bought Endlesse renowm, that, more then death, is to be sought."
Thus shee at length persuaded him to rise,
His armes, which he had vowed to disprofesse, She gathered up and did about him dresse, And his forwandred steed unto him gott: So forth they both yfere make their progresse, And march not past the mountenaunce of a shott, Till they arriv'd whereas their purpose they did plott.
There they dismounting drew their weapons bold, 21
Whereas no gate they found them to withhold,
Ne in that stownd wist how her selfe to beare; For daunger vaine it were to have assayd That cruell element, which all things feare, Ne none can suffer to approchen neare: And, turning backe to Scudamour, thus sayd: "What monstrous enmity provoke we heare? Foolhardy as th' Earthes children, the which made Batteill against the Gods, so we a God invade.
Daunger without discretion to attempt
So might be th'enchauntments which the same do stay.
"What is there ells but cease these fruitlesse paines, And leave me to my former languishing?
Faire Amorett must dwell in wicked chaines,
And Scudamore here die with sorrowing."
'Perdy not so," (saide shee) "for shameful thing Yt were t' abandon noble chevisaunce
For shewe of perill, without venturing:
Whom whenas Scudamour saw past the fire
And bad the stubborne flames to yield him way:
His threatfull pride, but did the more augment His mighty rage, and with imperious sway Him forst, (maulgre) his fercenes to relent, And backe retire, all scorcht and pittifully brent.
With huge impatience he inly swelt,
More for great sorrow that he could not pas
And wilfully him throwing on the gras
Did beat and bounse his head and brest ful sore: The whiles the Championesse now decked has The utmost rowme, and past the foremost dore; The utmost rowme abounding with all precious store:
For round about the walls yclothed were
Woven with gold and silke, so close and nere
As faining to be hidd from envious eye;
Like to a discolourd Snake, whose hidden snares Through the greene gras his long bright burnisht back declares.
And in those Tapets weren fashioned
Many faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate; And all of love, and al of lusty-hed,
As seemed by their semblaunt, did entreat : And eke all Cupids warres they did repeate, And cruell battailes, which he whilome fought Gainst all the Gods to make his empire great; Besides the huge massacres, which he wrought On mighty kings and kesars into thraldome brought. Therein was writt how often thondring Jove Had felt the point of his hart percing dart, And, leaving heavens kingdome, here did rove In straunge disguize, to slake his scalding smart; Now, like a Ram, faire Helle to pervart, Now, like a Bull, Europa to withdraw : Ah! how the fearefull Ladies tender hart Did lively seeme to tremble, when she saw
The huge seas under her t' obay her servaunts law. Soone after that, into a golden showre
Him selfe he chaung'd, faire Danaë to vew ;
The whiles her foolish garde, that litle knew