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And shortly overtooke: I, breathing yre,
Sore chauffed at my stay in such a cace,
And with my heat kindled his cruell fyre;
Which kindled once, his mother did more rage inspyre.


"Betwixt them both they have me doen to dye,

Through wounds, and strokes, and stubborne handëling, That death were better then such agony,

As griefe and fury unto me did bring;

Of which in me yet stickes the mortall sting,

That during life will never be appeasd!"

When he thus ended had his sorrowing,

Said Guyon; "Squyre, sore have ye beene diseasd; But all your hurts may soone through temperance be easd."


Then gan the Palmer thus; "Most wretched man,
That to Affections does the bridle lend!


In their beginning they are weake and wan,

But soone through suff'rance growe to fearefull end:
Whiles they are weake, betimes with them contend;
For, when they once to perfect strength do grow,
Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bend
Gainst fort of Reason, it to overthrow :

Wrath, Gelosy, Griefe, Love, this Squyre have laide thus low.


"Wrath, Gealosie, Griefe, Love, do thus expell: Wrath is a fire; and Gealosie a weede;

1 Affections, passions.

XXXIV. 2.- Does the bridle lend.] Gives indulgence to.

XXXV. 1.- Wrath, &c.] This stanza is remarkable for its compactness and the quantity of matter which it contains. It would not be possible to compress anything more within the compass of nine lines.

Griefe is a flood; and Love a monster fell; The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede: The flood of drops, the monster filth did breede: But sparks, seed, drops, and filth, do thus delay'; The sparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed, The drops dry up, and filth wipe cleane away: So shall Wrath, Gealosy, Griefe, Love, die and decay."


"Unlucky Squire," saide Guyon, " sith 2 thou hast
Falne into mischiefe through intemperaunce,
Henceforth take heede of that thou now hast past,
And guyde thy waies with warie governaunce,
Least worse betide thee by some later chaunce.
But read 3 how art thou nam'd, and of what kin."
"Phaon I hight," 4 quoth he, "and do advaunce
Mine auncestry from famous Coradin,

Who first to rayse our house to honour did begin."


Thus as he spake, lo! far away they spyde
A Varlet ronning towardes hastily,
Whose flying feet so fast their way applyde,
That round about a cloud of dust did fly,
Which, mingled all with sweate, did dim his eye.
He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whot,5
And all so soyld, that none could him descry 6!
His countenaunce was bold, and bashed not

For Guyons lookes, but scornefull ey-glaunce at him shot.


Behind his backe he bore a brasen shield,

On which was drawen faire, in colours fit,

1 Delay, remove, destroy.

2 Sith, since.

3 Read, declare.

4 Hight, am called.

5 Whot, hot.

6 Descry, distinguish.

A flaming fire in midst of bloody field,

And round about the wreath this word was writ,
Burnt I doe burne: Right well beseemed it
To be the shield of some redoubted knight:
And in his hand two dartes exceeding flit1

And deadly sharp he held, whose heads were dight
In poyson and in blood of malice and despite.


When he in presence came, to Guyon first

He boldly spake; "Sir Knight, if Knight thou bee,
Abandon this forestalled place at erst,2

For feare of further harme, I counsell thee;
Or bide the chaunce at thine owne ieopardee."
The Knight at his great boldnesse wondered;
And, though he scorn'd his ydle vanitee,
Yet mildly him to purpose 3 answered;
For not to grow of nought he it coniectured;

1 Flit, swift.


"Varlet, this place most dew to me I deeme, Yielded by him that held it forcibly: [seeme But whence shold come that harme, which thou dost To threat to him that mindes his chaunce t' abye5?" "Perdy," sayd he, "here comes, and is hard by, A Knight of wondrous powre and great assay, That never yet encountred enemy, But did him deadly daunt, or fowle dismay; Ne thou for better hope, if thou his presence stay."

At erst, instantly.

3 To purpose, purposely.

4 Mindes, resolves.
Abye, abide.

• Perdy, in truth.

XXXIX. 9. For not to grow, &c.] Although he despised his "ydle vanitee," or insolent presumption, he supposed that he had some excuse on which to justify or found his unreasonable claims.


"How hight1 he," then sayd Guyon," and from whence?" "Pyrochles is his name, renowmed farre For his bold feates and hardy confidence, Full oft approvd in many a cruell warre; The brother of Cymochles; both which arre The sonnes of old Acrates and Despight; Acrates, sonne of Phlegeton and Iarre;

But Phlegeton is sonne of Herebus and Night; But Herebus sonne of Aeternitie is hight.1


"So from immortall race he does proceede,
That mortall hands may not withstand his might,
Drad2 for his derring doe 3 and bloody deed;
For all in blood and spoile is his delight.
His am I Atin, his in wrong and right,
That matter make for him to worke upon,
And stirre him up to strife and cruell fight.

Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead1 anon,
Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion."


"His be that care, whom most it doth concerne," Sayd he: "but whether with such hasty flight Art thou now bownd? for well mote I discerne

1 Hight, is called.
2 Drad, dreaded.

3 Derring doe, daring deeds.
4 Stead, place.

XLI. 2.-Pyrochles, &c.] Pyrochles and Cymochles are names derived from the Greek; the former denoting rashness, or a fiery temper; and the latter, a lover of troubles and contentions, or a fickleminded person-from a Greek word signifying a wave of the sea.

XLII. 5.— Atin.] Atin resembles in name and functions Ate in the classical mythology.

XLIII. 3. Well mote I discerne.] I may well suppose or conjecture.

Great cause, that carries thee so swifte and light."

"My Lord," quoth he, "me sent, and streight behight1 To seeke Occasion, where so she bee:

For he is all disposd to bloody fight,

And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltee; Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardee."


"Mad Man," said then the Palmer, "that does seeke
Occasion to wrath, and cause of strife;

Shee comes unsought, and shonned followes eke.
Happy! who can abstaine, when Rancor rife
Kindles Revenge, and threats his rusty knife:

Woe never wants, where every cause is caught;

And rash Occasion makes unquiet life!"

"Then loe! wher bound she sits, whom thou hast


Said Guyon; "let that message to thy Lord be brought."


That when the Varlett heard and saw, streightway
He wexed wondrous wroth, and said; "Vile Knight,
That knights and knighthood doest with shame upbray,
And shewst th' ensample of thy childishe might,
With silly weake old woman thus to fight!
Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou gott,
And stoutly prov'd thy puissaunce here in sight!
That shall Pyrochles well requite, I wott,

And with thy blood abolish so reprochfull blott."

1 Streight behight, strictly commanded.

XLIV. 6. Woe never wants, &c.] Woe is never wanting, where every cause of strife is embraced.

XLV. 3.- With shame upbray.] Bring reproach upon.


Hap, lot.

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