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So can he tume his earnest unto game,

With that a deadly shrieke she forth did throw Through goodly handling and wise temperaunce. That through the wood re-echoed againe ; By this his aged guide in presence came;

And after gave a grone so deepe and low Who, soone as on that knight his eye did glaunce, That seemd her tender hart was rent in twaine, Eftsoones of him had perfect cognizauoce, Or thrild with point of thorough-piercing paine : Sith him in Faery court he late avizd: (chaunce, As gentle hynd, whose sides with cruell steele And said ; “ Fayre sonne, God give you happy Through launched, forth her bleeding life does raine, And that deare crosse uppon your shield devizd, Whiles the ad pang approching shee does feele, Wherewith above all knights ye goodly seeme aguizd! Braies out her latest breath, and up her eies doth

seele. “ Joy may you have, and everlasting fame, Of late most hard a chicv'ment by you donne, Which when that warriour heard, dismounting straict For which enrolled is your glorious naine

From his tall steed, he rusht into the thick, In heavenly regesters above the Sunne,

And soone arrived where that sad pourtraict Where you a saint with saints your seat have wonne ! Of death and dolour Jay, halfe dead, halfe quick; But wretched we, where ye have left your marke, In whose white alabaster brest did stick Must now anew begin like race to ronne.

A cruell knife that made a griesly wound, God guide thee, Guyon, well to end thy warke, From which forth gusht a stream of goreblood thick, And to the wished haven bring thy weary barke !” That all her goodly garments staind arownd,

And into a deepe sanguine dide the grassy grownd. “ Palmer,” him answered the Redcrosse knight, “ His be the praise, that this atchiev'ment wrought, Pitifull spectacle of deadly smart, Who made my hand the organ of his might! Beside a bubling fountaine low she lay, More then goodwill to me attribute nought; Which shee increased with her bleeding hart, For all I did, I did but as I ought.

And the cleane waves with purple gore did ray: But you, faire sir, whose pageant next ensewes, Als in her lap a lovely babe did play Well mote yee thee, as well can wish your thought, His cruell sport, in stead of sorrow dew; That home ye may report thrise happy newes ! For in her streaming blood he did embay For well ye worthy bene for worth and gentle thewes." His litle hands, and tender ioints embrew :

Pitifull spectacle, as ever eie did vew! So courteous congé both did give and take, With right hands plighted, pledges of good will. Besides them both, upon the soiled gras Then Guyon forward gan his voyage make The dead corse of an armed knight was spred, With his blacke palmer, that him guided still : Whose armour all with blood besprincled was; Still he him guided over dale and hill,

His ruddy lips did smyle, and rosy red And with his steedy staffe did point his way ; Did paint his chearefull cheekes, yett being ded; His race with reason, and with words his will, Seemd to have beene a goodly personage, From fowle intemperaunce he ofte did stay, Now in his freshest Powre of Justyhed, And suffred not in wrath his hasty steps to stray. Fitt to inflame faire lady with loves rage,

But that fiers fate did crop the blossome of his age. In this faire wize they traveild long yfere, Through many hard assayes which did betide ; Whom when the good sir Guyon did behold, Of which be honour still away did beare,

His hart gan wexe as starke as marble stone, And spred his glory through all countryes wide. And his fresh blood did frieze with fearefull cold, At last, as cbaunst them by a forest side

That all his sences seemd berefte attone: To passe, for succour from the scorching ray, At last his mighty ghost gan deepe to grone, They heard a ruefull voice, that dearnly cride As lion, grudging in his great disdaine, With percing shriekes and many a dolefull lay; Mournes inwardly, and makes to himselfe mone; Which to attend, awhile their forward steps they stay. Til ruth and fraile affection did constraine (paine.

His stout courage to stoupe, and shew his inward “ But if that carelesse Hevens," quoth she, “ deThe doome of just revenge, and take delight (spise Out of her gored wound the cruell steel To see sad pageaunts of mens miseries,

He lightly snatcht, and did the floodgate stop As bownd by them to live in lives despight; With his faire garment: then gan softly feel Yet can they not warne Death from wretched wight. Her feeble pulse, to prove if any drop Come, then; come soone; come, sweetest Death, to Of living blood yet in her veynes did hop : And take away this long lent loathed light: [me, Which when he felt to move, he hoped faire Sharpe be thy wounds, but sweete the medicines be, To call backe life to her forsaken shop: That long captived soules from weary thraldome So well he did her deadly wounds repaire, free.

That at the last shee gan to breath out living aire. " But thou, sweete babe, whom frowning froward Which he perceiving, greatly gan reioice, Hath made sad witnesse of thy fathers fall, (fate And goodly counsell

, that for wounded hart Sith Heven thee deignes to hold in living state, Is meetest med'cine, tempred with swecte voice; Long maist thou live, and better thrive withall “ Ay me! deare lady, which the ymage art Then to thy lucklesse parents did befall!

Of ruefull pitty and impatient smart, Live thon! and to thy mother dead attest,

Wbat direfull cbaunce arund with avenging fate, That cleare she dide from blemish criminall: Or cursed band, hath plaid this cruell part, Thy litle hands embrewd in bleeding brest

Thus fowle to hasten your untimely date? [late.” Loe! 1 for pledges Icave! So give me leave to rest !" Speake, O dear lady, speake; help nerer comes too

Therewith her dim eje-lids she up gan reare, “ Her blis is all in pleasure, and delight,
On wbich the dreary Death did sitt as sad

Wherewith she makes her lovers dronken mad;
As lump of lead, and made darke clouds appeare: And then with wordes, and weedes, of wondrous
Bat when as him, all in bright armour clad, On them she workes her will to uses bad: [might,
Before her standing she espied had,

My liefest lord she thus beguiled had; As one out of a deadly dreame aftright,

For he was flesh: (all flesh doth frayltie breed !) She weakely started, yet she nothing drad:

Whom when I heard to beene so ill bestad, Streight downe againe herselfe in great despight (Weake wretch) I wrapt myselfe in palmers weed She groveling threw to ground, as hating life and And cast to seek him forth through danger and great light

dreed.

“ Now had fayre Cynthia by even tournes The gentle knight her soone with carefull paine

Full measured three quarters of her yeare, L'plifted light, and softly did uphold :

And thrice three tymes bad fild her crooked hornes, Thrise he her reard, and thrise she sunck againe,

Whenas my wombe ber burdein would forbeare, Till he his armes about her sides gan fold,

And bad me call Lucina to me neare.
And to her said; “ Yet, if the stony cold
Have not all seized on your frozen hart,

Lucina came: a manchild forth I brought: [weare:

The woods, the nymphes, my bowres, my inidwives, Let one word fall that may your grief unfold, And tell the secrete of your mortall smart: (part." | Yet nought too dear I deemd, while so my deare i

Hard help at need! so deare thee, babe, I bought; He oft finds present helpe, who does his griefe im

sought. Then, casting up a deadly looke, full low

“ Him so I sought; ard so at last I fownd, She sigh't from bottome of her wounded brest ; Where him that witch had thralled to her will, And, after many bitter throbs did throw,

In chaines of lust and lewde desyres ybownd, With lips full pale and foltring tong opprest, And so transformed from his former skill, These words she breathed forth from riven chest; That me he knew not, nether his owne ill; 4 Leave, ah! leave off, whatever wight thou bee, Till, through wise handling and faire governaunce, To lett a weary wretch from her dew rest, I him recured to a better will, And trouble dying soules tranquilitee; [me." Purged frotn drugs of fowle intempraunce : Take not avay now got, which none would give to Then meanes I gan devise for his deliverance. “ Ah ! far be it,” said he, “deare dame, fid mee, How that my lord from her I would reprive,

“ Which when the vile enchaunteresse perceiv'd, To hinder soule from her desired rest, Or hold sad life in long captivitee:

With cup thus charmd him parting she deceivd; For, all I seeke, is but to have redrest

Sad verse, give death to him that death does give, The bitter pangs that doth your heart infest.

And losse of love to her that loves to live, Tell then, O lady, tell what fatall priefe

So soone as Bacchus with the nymphe does lincke! Hath with so huge misfortune you opprest;

So parted we, and on our iourney drive; That I may cast to compas your reliefe,

Till, coming to this well, he stoupt to driucke: Or die with you in sorrow, and partake your griefe." The charme fulfild, dead suddeinly he downe did

sincke. With feeble hands then stretched fortb on hye, “ Which when I, wretch"--Not one word more she As Heren accusing guilty of her death,

But breaking off the end for want of breath, (sayd, And with dry drops congealed in her eye,

And slyding soft, as downe to sleepe her layd, In these sad wordes she spent her utmost breath; And ended all her woe in quiet death. * Heare then, Oman, the sorrowes that uneath That seeing, good sir Guyou could uneath My tong can tell, so far all sence they pas ! From tearesabstayne ; for griefe his hart did grate, Loe! this dead corpse, that lies here underneath, And from so heavie sight his head did wreath, The gentlest knight, that ever on greene gras Accusing fortune, and too cruell fate, Gag steed with spurs did pricke, the good sir Mor- Which plonged had faire lady in so wretched state: dant was:

Then, turning to his palmer, said ; “Old syre, * Was, (ay the while, that he is not so now!) Behold the ymage of mortalitie, My lord, my love, my deare lord, my deare love, And feeble nature cloth'd with fleshly tyre! So long as Hevens iust with equall brow

When raging Passion with fierce tyranny Voochsafed to behold us from above.

Robs Reason of ber dew regalitie, One day, when him high corage did emmove, And makes it servannt to her basest part; (As vont ye knightes to seeke adventures wilde) The strong it weakens with infirmitie, He pricked forth his puissaunt force to prove, And with bold furie arines the weakest hart: Me then be left enwombed of this childe, (fild. The strong through pleasure soonest falles, the weake This lackles childe, whom tbus ye see with blood de

through smart." * Him fortuned (hard fortune ye may ghesse !) " But Temperaunce," said he, “ with golden squire To come, where vile Acrasia does wonne;

Betwixt them both can measure out a meane; Arrasia, a false enchaunteresse,

Nether to melt in pleasures whott desyre, That many errant knightes have fowle fordonne; Nor frye in hartlesse griefe and dolefull tene: Within a wandring island, that doth ronde

Thrise happy man, who fares them both atweene! And stray in perilous gulfe, her dwelling is : But sith this wretched woman overcome Fayre sir, if ever there ye travell, shoone

Of anguish, rather then of crime, hath bene, The cursed land where many wend amis,

Reserve her cause to her eternall doome; And know it by the name; it hight the Boure of Blis. And, in the meane, vouchsafe her honorable toombe.”

" Palmer, quoth he, “ death is an equall doome He wist not whether blott of fowle offence To good and bad, the common in of rest;

Might not be purgd with water nor with bath; But after death the tryall is to come,

Or that high God, in lieu of innocence, When best sball bee to them that lived best : Imprinted had that token of his wrath, But both alike, when death bath both supprest, To shew bow sore bloodguiltinesse he hat’th ; Religious reverence doth burial teene;

Or that the charine and veneme, which they dronck, Which whoso wants, wants so much of bis rest : Their blood with secret filth infected bath, For all so greet shame after death I weene, Being diffused through the senceless tronck As selfe to dyen bad, unburied bad to beene. That, through the great contagion, direful deadly

stonck. So both agree their bodies to engrave: The great earthes wombe they open to the sky, Whom thus at gaze the palmer gan to bord And with sad cypresse seemely it embrave; With goodly reason, and thus fayre bespake; Then, covering with a clod their closed eye, “ Ye bene right hard amated, gratious lord, They lay therein their corses tenderly,

And of your ignorance great merveill make, And bid them sleepe in everlasting peace.

Whiles cause not well conceived ye mistake. But, ere they did their utmost obsequy,

But know, that secret vertues are infusd Sir Guyon more affection to increace, [leace. In every fountaine, and in everie lake, Bynempt a sacred vow, which none should ay re- Which, who bath skill them rightly to have chusd,

To proofe of passing wonders hath full often usd: The dead knights sword out of his sheath he drew, With which he cutt a lock of all their heare, “ Of those, some were so from their sourse indewd Which medling with their blood and earth be threw By great dame Nature, from whose fruitfull pap Into the grave, and gan devoutly swease;

Their welbeads sprivg, and are with moisture deawd; “ Such and such evil God on Guyon reare,

Which feeds each living plant with liquid sap, And worse and worse, young orphane, be thy payne, And filles with flowres fayre Floraes painted lap: If I, or thou, dew vengeaunce doe forbeare, But other some, by guifte of later grace, Till guiltie blood her guerdon doe obtayne!” Or by good prayers, or by other hap, So, shedding many teares, they closd the eartb Had vertue pourd into their waters bace, agayne,

And thenceforth were renowmd, and sought from

place to place.
« Such is this well, wrought by occasion straunge,

Which to her nymph befell. Upon a day,
CANTO II,

As she the woodes with bow and shaftes did raunge,

The hartlesse hynd and roebucke to dismay, Babes bloody handes may not be clensd.

Dan Faunus chaunst to meet her by the way,
The face of Golden Meane :
Her sisters, Two Extreinities,

And, kindling fire at her faire-burning eye,
Strive her to banish cleane.

Inflamed was to follow beauties chace,

And chaced her, that fast from him did fly; Thus when sir Guyon with his faithful guyde

As hynd from her, so she fled from her enimy, Hąd with dew rites and dolorous lament

“ At last, when fayling breath began to faint, The end of their sad tragedie uptyde,

And saw no meanes to scape; of shame affrayd, The litle babe up in hịs armes he hent ;

She set her downe to weepe for sore constraint ; Who with sweet pleasa unce, and bold blandishment, And, to Diana calling lowd for ayde, Gan smyle on them, that rather ought to weepe, Her deare besought to let her die a mayd. As carelesse of his woe, or innocent

The goddesse heard; and suddeine, where she sate Of that was doen; that ruth'emperced deepe

Welling out streames of teares, and quite dismayd In that knightes hart, and wordes with bitter teares

With stony feare of that rude rustick mate, did steepe:

T'ransformd her to a stone from stedfast virgins state. “ Ab! lucklesse babe, borne under crnell starre, “Lo! now she is that stone; from whose two beads, And in dead parents balefull ashes bred,

As from two weeping eyes, fresh streames do flow, Full little weenest thou what sorrowes are

Yet colde through feare and old conceived dreads; Left thee for porcion of thy livelyhed;

And yet the stone her semblance seemes to show, Poore orphane! in the wide world scattered, Shapt like a maide, that such ye may her know ; As budding brannch rent from the native tree, And yet her vertues in her water byde: And throwen forth, till it be withered!

For it is chaste and pure as purest snow, Such is the state of men ! thus enter we

Ne lets her waves with any filth be dyde; Into this life with woe, and end with miseree !" But ever, like berselfe, unstayned hath beene tryde. Then, soft bimselfe inclyning on his knee

“ From thence it comes, that this babes bloody Downe to that well, did in the water woene May not be clensd with water of this well: [hand (So love does loath disdainefull nicitee)

Ne certes, sir, strive you it to withstand, His guiltie handes froin bloody gore to cleene: But let them still be bloody, as befell, He wa-ht them oft and oft, yet nought they beene That they his mothers innocence may tell, For all bis washing cleaner: still be strove ; As she bequeathd in her last testament; Yet still the litle hands were bloody seene: That, as a sacred symbole, it may dwell The which him into great amaz'ment drove, In her sonnes tlesh, to mind revengement, And iato diverse doubt his wavering wonder clove. And be for all chaste dames an endlessę monimento! He beárkned to his reason; and the childe But he, that lov'd the youngest, was Sansioy; l'ptaking, to the palmer gave to beare;

He, that faire una late fowle outra ved, But his sad fathers armes with blood defilde, The most unruly and the boldest boy An heavie load, himselfe did lightly reare ;

That rver wailike weapons menaged, And turning to that place, in which whyleare And all to lawlesse lust encouraged He left his loftie steed with golden sell

Through strong opinion of his matchlesse might; And goodly gorgeous barbes, him found not theare; Ne ought be card whom he endamaged By other accident, that earst befell,

By tortious wrong, or whom bereav'd of right; He is confaide; but how, or wbere, here fits not tell. He, now this ladies champion, chose for love to fight. Which when sir Guyon saw, all were he wroth, These two gay knights, vowd to so diverse loves, Yet algates mote he soft himselfe appease,

Each other does envy with deadly hate, And fairely fare on foot, however loth :

And daily warre against his foeman moves, His double burden did him sore disease.

In hope to win more favour with his mate, So, long they traveiled with litle ease,

And th' others pleasing service to abate, Till that at last they to a castle came,

To magnifie his owne. But when they heard Built on a rocke adioyning to the seas :

How in that place straunge knight arrived late, It was an auncient worke of antique fame, Both knights and ladies forth right angry farid, And wondrous strong by nature and by skilfull frame. And fercely unto battell sterne themselves prepar'd. Therein three sisters dwelt of sundry sort,

But, ere they could proceede unto the place The children of one syre by mothers three;

Where he abode, themselves at discord fell, Wbo, dying whylome, did divide this fort

And cruell combat joyned in middle space : To them by equall shares in eqrall fee:

With horrible assault, and fury fell, But stryfall mind and diverse qualitee

They beapt huge strokes the scorned life to quell, Drew them in partes, and each made others foe: That all on uprore from her settled seat Still did they strive and daily disagree;

The bouse was raysd, and all that in did dwell; The eldest did against the youngest goe,

Scemd that lowde thunder with amazement great And both against the middest meant to worken woe. Did rend the ratling skies with flames of fouldring

heat. Where when the knight arriv’d, he was right well Receiv'd, as knight of so much worth became,

The noyse thereof cald forth that straunger knight, Of second sister, who did far excell

To weet what dreadfull thing was there in hond ; The other two; Med na was her pame,

Where whenas two brave knigbtes in bloody fight

With deadly rancour he enraunged fond,
A sober, sad, and comely courteous dame:
Who rich arayd, and yet in modest guize,

His sunbroad shield about his wrest he bond,
In goolly garments that her well became,

And shyning blade unsheathd, with which he ran Fayre marching forth in bonorable wize,

Unto that stead, their strife to understond ; Him at the threshold mett and well did enterprize. And, at his first arrivall, them began

With goodiy meanes to prefie, well as he can. She led bim up into a goodly bowre,

But they, him spying, both with greedy forse And comely courted with meet modestie;

Attonce upon him ran, and him beset Ne in her speach, ne in her haviour,

With strokes of mortall steele without remorse, Was lightnesse seene or looser vanit:e,

And on his shield like yron sledges bet. But gratious womanhood, and gravitie,

As when a beare and tygre, being mei Above the reason of her youthly yeares :

lo crnell fight on Lybicke ocean wide, Her golden lockes she roundly did uptye

E-pye a traveiler with feet surbet, In breaded tramels, that no looser heares

Whom they in equall pray hope to divide, Did out of order stray about her daintie eares.

They stint their strife, and him assayleon everie side. Whilest sbe her selfe thus busily did frame But he, not like a weary traveilere, Seemely to entertaine her new-come guest, Their sharp assault right boldly did rebut, Nepes hereof to her other sisters came,

and suffred not their blowes to byte bim nere, Who all this wbile were at their wanton rest, But with redoubled buffes them backe did put: Accourting each her frend with lavish fest: Whose grieved mindes, which choler did englut, They were two knights of perelesse puissance, Against themselves turning their wrathfull spight, And famous far abroad for warlike gest,

Gan with new rage thcir shieldes to hew and cut. Which to these ladies love did countenaunce, But still, when Guyon came to part their fight, Aad to his mistresse each himselfe strove to ad- With heavie load on him they freshly gau to smight. vaunce.

As a tall ship tossed in troublous seas, He, that made love unto the eldest dame, Whom raging windes, threatning to make the pray Was bight sir Huddibras, an hardy man;

Of the rough rockes, doe diversly disease, Yet not so good of deedes as great of name,

Meetes two contrárie billowes by the way, Which he by many rash adventures wan,

That her on either side doe sore assay, Since errant armes to sew he first began.

And boast to swallow her in greedy grave; (way, Bore huge in strength then wise in workes he was, Shee, scorning both their spights, does make wide And reason with foole-bardize over-ran;

And, with her brest breaking the fomy wave, Sette melancholy did his courage pas;

Does ride on both their backs, and faire herself And was, for tertour more, all arınd in shyning bras. doth save:

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So boldly he him beares, and rusheth forth Her gracious words their rancour did appall,
Betweene them both, by conduct of his blade. And suncke so deepe into their boyling brests,
Wondrous great prowesse and heroick worth That downe they lett their cruell weapons fall,
He shewd that day, and rare ensample made, And lowly did abase their lofty crests
When two so mighty warriours be dismade: To her faire presence and discrete behests.
Attonce he wards and strikes; he takes and paies; | Then she began a treaty to procure,
Now forst to yield, now forcing to invade ; And stablish terms betwixt both their requests, "
Before, behind, and round about him laies: That as a law for ever should endure; (sure.
So double was his paines, so double be his praise. Which to observe, in word of knights they did as-
Straunge sort of fight, three raliaunt knights to see Which to confirme, and fast to bind their league,
Three combates ioine in one, and to darraine After their weary sweat and bloody toile,
A triple warre with triple enmitee,

She them besought, during their quiet treague, All for their ladies froward love to gaine,

Into her lodging to repaire a while, Which, gotten, was but bate. So Love does raine To rest themselves, and grace to reconcile. In stoutest minds, and maketh monstrous warre; They soone consent: so forth with her they fare; He maketh warre, be maketh peace againe, Where they are well receivd, and made to spoile And yett his peace is but continual iarre:

Themselves of soiled armes, and to prepare (fare. O miserable men, that to him subiect arre! Their minds to pleasure, and their mouths to dainty Whilst thus they mingled were in furious armes, And those two froward sisters, their faire loves, The faire Medina with her tresses torne

Came with them eke, all were they wondrous loth, And naked brest, in pitty of their harmes,

And fained cheare, as for the time beboves; Emongst them ran; and, falling them beforne, But could not colour yet so well the troth, Besought them by the womb which them had born, But that their natures bad appeard in both : And by the loves wbich were to them most deare, for both did at their second sister grutch And by the knighthood which they sure had sworn, And inly grieve, as doth an hidden moth Their deadly cruell discord to forbeare,

The inner garment frett, not th’utter touch;
And to her just conditions of faire peace to heare. One thought her cheare too litle, th'other thought

too mutch.
But her two other sisters, standing by,
Her lowd gainsaid ; and both their champions bad Elissa (so the eldest hight) did deeme
Pursew the end of their strong enmity,

Such entertainment base, ne ought would eat, As ever of their loves they would be glad :

Ne ought would speake, but everinore did seeme Yet she with pitthy words, and counsell sad, As discontent for want of merth or meat; Still strove their stubborne rages to revoke; No solace could her paramour intreat That at the last, suppressing fury mad,

Her once to show, ne court, nor dalliaunce; They gan abstaine from dint of direfull stroke, But with bent lowring browes, as she would threat, And hearken to the sober speaches which she spoke; She scould, and frownd with froward countenaunce;

Unworthy of faire ladies comely governaunce. « Ah! puissaunt lords, what cursed evill spright, Or fell Erinnys, in your noble harts

But young Perissa was of other mynd, Her hellish brond bath kindled with despight, Full of disport, still laughing, loosely light, And stird you up to worke your wilfull smarts? And quite contrary to her sisters kynd; Is this the joy of armes ? be these the parts No measure in her mood, no rule of right, Of glorious knighthood, after blood to thrust, But poured out in pleasure and delight: And not regard dew right and iust desarts ? In wine and meats she flowd above the banck, Vaine is the vaunt, and victory uniust, [trust. And in excesse exceeded her owne might; That more to mighty hands then rightfull cause doth In sumptuous tire she ioyd ber selfe to pranck,

But of her love too lavish: litle have she thanck! " And were there rightfull cause of difference, Yet were not better fayre it to accord,

Fast by her side did sitt the bold Sansloy, Then with blood-guiltinesse to heape offence, Fitt mate for such a mincing mineon, And mortal vengeaunce joyne to crime abhord ? Who in her loosenesse tooke exceeding ioy ; 0! Ay from wrath ; iy, O my liefest lord ! Might not be found a francker franion, Sad be the sights, and bitter fruites of warre, Of her leawd parts to make companion. And thousand furies wait on wrathfull sword : But Huddibras, more like a malecontent, Ne ought the praise of prowesse more doth marre Did see and grieve at his bold fashion ; Then fowle revenging rage, and base contentious Hardly could he endure his hardiment; iarre.

Yett still he satt, and inly did himselfe torment.

“ But lovely concord, and most sacred peace, Betwixt them both the faire Medina sate
Doth pourish vertue, and fast friendship breeds ; With sober grace and goodly carriage :
Weake she makes strong, and strong thing does io- With equall measure she did moderate

Till it the pitch of highest praise exceeds: (creace, The strong extremities of their outráge;
Brave be her warres, and honorable deeds,

That forward paire she ever would assuage, By which she triumphes over yre and pride, When they would strive dew reason to exceed; And winnes an olive girlond for her meeds. But that same froward twaine would accoráge, Be therefore, O my deare lords, pacifide,

And of her plenty adde unto their need: And this misseeming discord meekely lay aside." So kept she them in order, and herselfe in heed.

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