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“ The antique world, in his first flowring youth, And over them sad Horror with grim her
Did alwaies sore, beating his yron wings ;
Whiles sad Celeno, sitting on a clifte,
That hart of flint asonder could have rifte; The measure of her meane and naturall first need.
Which having ended after him she flyeth swifte. “ Then gan a cursed hand the quiet wombe All these before the gates of Pluto lay; Of his great grandmother with steele to wound, By whom they passing spake unto them nought. And the bid treasures in her sacred tombe
But th’ Elfin knight with wonder all the way With sacriledge to dig : therein he fownd
Did feed his eyes, and fild his inner thought. Fountaines of gold and silver to abownd,
At last him to a litle dore he brought, Of which the matter of his huge desire
That to the gate of Hell, which gaped wide, And pompous pride eftsoones he did compownd; Was next adioyning, ne them parted ought : Then Avarice gan through his veines inspire Betwixt them both was but a litle stride, [vide. His greedy flames, and kindled life-devouring fire.” That did the House of Richesse from Hell-mouth di“ Sonne," said he then, “ lett be thy bitter scorne, Before the dore sat selfe-consuming Care, And leave the rudenesse of that antique age Day and night keeping wary watch and ward, To them, that liv'd therin in state forlorne.
For feare least Force or Fraud should unaware Thou, that doest live in later times, must wage Breake in, and spoile the treasure there in gard : Thy workes for wealth, and life for gold engage. Ne would he suffer Sleepe once thether-ward If then thee list my offred grace to use,
Approch, albe his drowsy den were next; Take what thou please of all this surplusage; For next to Death is Sleepe to be compard; If thee list not, leave have thou to refuse:
Therefore his honse is unto his annext: [betwext. But thing refused doe not afterward accuse." Here Sleep, there Richesse, and Hel-gate them both “ Me list not,” said the Elfin knight,
So soon as Mammon there arrivd, the dore Thing offred, till I know it well be gott;
To him did open, and affoorded way: Ne wote I but thou didst these goods bereave
Him followed eke sir Gayon evermore, From rightfull owner by unrighteous lott,
Ne darknesse him ne daunger might dismay. Or that blood-guiltinesse or guile them blott.”
Soone as he entred was, the dore streightway “ Perdy,” quoth he, “yet never eie did vew,
Did shutt, and from behind it forth there lept Ne tong did tell, ne hand these handled not; An ugly feend, more fowle then dismall day; But safe I have them kept in secret mew (sew.” The which with monstrous stalke behind him stept, From Hevens sight and powre of al which them pour- And ever as he went dew watch upon him kept. “What secret place,” quoth he, “ can safely hold Well hoped hee, ere long that hardy guest, So huge a masse, and hide from Heavens eie?
If ever covetous hand, or lustfull eye, Or where hast thou thy wonne, that so much gold
Or lips he layd on thing that likt him best, Thou canst preserve from wrong and robbery?"
Or ever sleepe his eie-strings did untye, “Come thou,” quoth he, “and see.” So by and by should be his pray: and therefore still on hye Through that thick covert he him led, and fownd
He over him did hold his cruell clawes, A darksome way, which no man could descry,
Threatning with greedy gripe to doe him dye, That deep descended through the hollow grownd,
And rend in peeces with his ravenous pawes, Aud was with dread and horror compassed arownd. If ever he transgrest the fatall Stygian lawes.
That houses forme within was rude and strong, At length they came into a larger space,
Lyke an huge cave hewne out of rocky clifte, That stretcht itselfe into an ample playne; From whose rough vaut the ragged breaches hong Through which a beaten broad high way did trace, Embost with massy gold of glorious guifte, That streight did lead to Plutoes griesly rayne : And with rich metall loaded every rifte, By that wayės side there sate infernall Payne, That heavy ruine they did seeme to threatt; And fast beside him sat tumultuous Strife; And over them Arachne high did lifte The one in hand an yron whip did strayne, Her cunning web, and spred her subtile nett, The other brandished a bloody knife; And both did gnash their teeth, and both did threat. Enwrapped in fowle smoke and clouds more black
than iett. en life.
Both roofe, and floore, and walls, were all of gold, On th’ other side in one consórt there sate
But overgrowne with dust and old decay, Cruell Revenge, and rancorous Despight,
And hid in darknes, that none could behold Disloyall Treason, and hart-burning Hate; The hew thereof: for vew of cherefull day But gnawing Gealosy, out of their sight
Did never in that house itselfe display, Sitting alone, his bitter lips did bight;
But a faint shadow of uncertein light; And trembling Feare still to and fro did fly, Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away; And found no place wher safe he shroud him might: Or as the Moone, cloathed with clowdy night, Lamenting Sorrow did in darknes lye;
Does shew to him that walkes in feare and sad af. And Shame his ugly face did hide from living eye.
In all that rowme was nothing to be seene But, when an earthly wight they present saw
To wonder at the sight; for, till that day,
They never creature saw that cam that way: But all the grownd with sculs was scattered Their staring eyes sparckling with fervent fyre And dead mens bones, which round about were flong; And ugly shapes did nigh the man dismay, Whose lives, it seemed, whilome there were shed, That, were it not for shame, he would retyre ; And their vile carcases now left unburied. Till that him thus bespake their soveraine lord and
syre: They forward passe; ne Guyon yet spoke word, Till that they came unto an yron dore,
“ Behold, thou Faeries sonne, with mortall eye, Which to them opened of his owne accord,
That living eye before did never see! And shewd of richesse such exceeding store,
The thing, that thou didst crave so earnestly, As eie of man did never see before,
To weet whence all the wealth late shewd by mec Ne ever could within one place be fownd,
Proceeded, lo! now is reveald to thee. Though all the wealth, which is or was of yore,
Here is the fountaine of the worldës good! Could gatherd be through all the world arownd,
Now therefore, if thou wilt enriched bee, And that above were added to that under grownd.
Avise thee well, and chaunge thy wilfull mood;
Least thou perhaps hereafter wish, and be withstood. The charge thereof unto a covetous spright
“ Suffise it then, thou money-god," quoth hee, Commaanded was, who thereby did attend, “ That all thine ydle offers I refuse. And warily awaited day and night,
All that I need I have; what needeth mee From other covetous feends it to defend,
To covet more then I have cause to use? Who it to rob and ransacke did intend.
With such vaine shewes thy worldlinges vyle abuse; Then Mammon, tuming to that warriour, said;
But give me leave to follow mine emprise." * Loe, here the worldës blis! loe, here the end, To which al men do ayme, rich to be made !
Mammon was much displeasd, yet no'te he chuse
But beare the rigour of his bold mesprise; Such grace now to be happy is before thee laid.”
And thence him forward ledd, him further to entise. * Certes," sayd he, “ I n'ill thine offred grace, He brought him, through a darksom narrow strayt, Ne to be made so happy doe intend !
To a broad gate all built of beaten gold: Another blis before mine eyes I place,
The gate was open ; but therein did wayt
A sturdie villein, stryding stiffe and bold,
Yet had both life and sence, and well could weld Then them to have my selfe, and be their servile That cursed weapon, when his cruell foes he queld. sclave."
Disdayne he called was, and did disdayne Thereat the feend his gnashing teeth did grate,
To be so cald, and who so did him call : And griev'd, so long to lacke his greedie pray;
Sterne was his looke, and full of stomacke vayne; For well he weened that so glorious bayte
His portaunce terrible, and stature tall, Woald tempt his guest to take thereof assay:
Par passing th' hight of men terrestriall; Had be so doen, he had him snatcht away
Like an huge gyant of the Titans race; More light than culver in the faulcons fist:
That made him scorne all creatures great and small, Eternal God thee save from such decay !
And with his pride all others powre deface: But, whenas Mammon saw his purpose mist,
More fitt emongst black fiendes then men to have Him to entrap unwares another way he wist.
Soone as those glitterand armes he did espye, Thence, forward be him ledd and shortly brought That with their brightnesse made that darknes light, Unto another rowme, whose dore fortbright His harmefull club he gan to hurtle hye, To him did open as it had beene taught:
And threaten batteill to the Faery knight; Therein an hundred raunges weren pight,
Who likewise gan himselfe to batteill dight, And hundred fouruaces all burning bright; Till Mammon did his hasty band withhold, By every fournace many feends did byde, And counseld him abstaine from perilous fight; Deformed creatures, horrible in sight;
For nothing might abash the villein bold, And every feend bis busie paines applyde
Ne mortall steele emperce his miscreated mould. To melt the golden metall, ready to be tryde.
So having him with reason pacifyde, One with great bellowes gathered filling ayre,
And that fiers carle commaunding to forbeare, Apd with forst wind the fewell did inflame; He brought him in. The rowme was large and wyde, Another did the dying bronds repayre
As it some gyeld or solemne temple weare; With yron tongs, and sprinckled
ofte the same Many great golden pillours did upbeare With liquid waves, fiers Vulcans rage to tame, The massy roofe, and riches huge sustayne; Who, maystring them, renewd his former heat: And every pillour decked was full deare Some scumd the drosse that from the metall came; With crownes, and diademes, and titles vaine, Some stird the molten owre with ladles great: Which mortall princes wore whiles they on Earth And every one did swincke, and every one did sweat,
A route of people there assembled were,
Mammon emmoved was with inward wrath; Of every sort and nation under skye,
Yet, forcing it to fayne, him forth thence ledd, Which with great uprore preaced to draw nere Through griesly shadowes by a beaten path, To th’ upper part, where was advaunced hye Into a gardin goodly garnished A stately siege of soveraine maiestye;
With bearbs and fruits, whose kinds mote not be And thereon satt a woman gorgeous gay,
Not such as earth out of her fruitfull woomb And richly cladd in robes of royaltye,
Throwes forth to men, sweet and well savored, That never earthly prince in such aray
But direfull deadly black, both leafe and bloom, His glory did enbaunce, and pompous pryde display. Fitt to adorne the dead and deck the drery toombe. Her face right wondrous faire did seeme to bee, There mourofull cypresse grew in greatest store; That her broad beauties beam great brightnes threw And trees of bitter gall; and heben sad; Through the dim shade, that all men might it see; Dead sleeping poppy; and black hellebore; Yet was not that same her owne native bew, Cold coloquintida ; and tetra mad; But wrought by art and counterfetted shew, Mortall samnitis; and cicuta bail, Thereby more lovers unto her to call;
With wbich th' uniust Atheniens made to dy Nath' esse most hevenly faire in deed and vew Wse Socrates, who, thereof quaffing glad, She by creation was, till she did fall; [withall. Pourd out his life and last philosophy Thenceforth she sought for helps to cloke her crime To the fayre Critias, his dearest belanıy!
There, as in glistring glory she did sitt,
The Gardin of Prosérpina' this hight :
In which she often usd from open heat
With braunches broad dispred and body great, That was Ambition, rash desire to sty,
Clothed with leaves, that none the wood mote see, And every linck thereof a step of dignity.
And loaden all with fruit as thick as it might bee. Some thought to raise themselves to high degree Their fruit were golden apples glistring bright, By riches and unrighteous reward ;
That goodly was their glory to behold; Some by close should ing; some by Aatteree; On Earth like never grew, ne living wight Others through friendes; others for base regard; Like ever saw, but they from hence were sold; And all, by wrong wales, for themselves prepard : For those, which Hercules with conquest bold Those, that were np themselves, kept others low; Got from great Atlas daughters, hence began, Those, that were low themselves, held others hard, And planted there did bring forth fruit of gold; Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow;
And those, with which th' Eubean young man war - But every one did strive his fellow downe to throw. Swift Atalanta, when through craft he her oat ran. Which whenas Guyon saw, he gan inquire, Here also sprong that goodly golden fruit, What meant that preace about that ladies throne, With which Acontius got his lover trew, And what she was that did so high aspyre? Whom he had long time sought with fruitlesse suit: Him Mammon answered; " That goodly one, Here eke that famous golden apple grew, Whom all that folke with such contention
The which emongst the gods false Ate threw; Doe flock about, my deare, my daughter is: For which th' Idæan ladies disagreed, Honour and dignitie from her aloué
Till partiall Paris dempt in Venus dew, Derived are, and all this worldës blis, (mis : And had of her fayre Helen for his meed, For which ye men doe strive; few gett, but many That many noble Greekes and Troians made to bleed,
“ And fayre Philotimé she rightly hight,
The warlike Elfe much wondred at this tree, The fajrest wight that wonneth under skie,
So fayre and great, that shadowed all the ground; But that this darksom neather world her light And Iris broad braunches, laden with rich fee, Doth dim with horror and deformity,
Did stretch themselves without the utmost bound Worth e of Heven and hye felicitie,
Of this great gardin, compast with a mound: From whence the gods bave her for envy thrust : Which over-hanging, they themselves did steepe But, sith thou hast found favour in mine eye, In a blacke flood, which flow'd about it round; Thy sponse I will her make, if that thou lust; (iust." That is the river of Cucytus deepe, That she may thee advance for works and merits In which full many soules do endlesse wayle and
weepe. “ Gramercy, Mammon," said the gentle knight, “ Por so great grace and offred bigh estate; Which to behold he clomb up to the bancke; But I, that am traile flesh and earthly wight, And, looking downe, saw many damned wightes Unworthy match for such immortall mate
In those sad waves, which direfull deadly stancke, Myselfe well wote, and mine unequall fate: Plonged continually of cruell sprightes, And were I not, yet is my tronth yplight,
That with their piteous cryes, and yelling shrightes, And love avowd to other lady late,
They made the further shore resounden wide : That to remove the same I have no might: Emongst the rest of those same ruefuil sightes, To chaunge love causelesse is reproch to warlike One cursed creature he by chauncé espide, knight."
That drenched lay full deepe under the garden side
Deepe was be drenched to the upmost chin, And now he has so long remained theare,
That vitall powres gan wexe both weake and wan Of the cold liquour which he waded in;
For want of food and sleepe, which iwo apbeare, And, stretching forth his hand, did often thinke Like mightie pillours, this frayle life of man, To reach the fruit which grew upon the brincke; That none without the same enduren can: But both the fruit from hand, and flood from mouth, for now three dayes of men were full outwrought, Did dy abacke, and made bim vaiely swincke; Since he this hardy enterpr ze began: Tbe sbiles he sterr'd with hunger, and with drouth Forthy great Mammon fayrely he besought He daily dyde, yet never througly dyen couth. Into the world to guyde him backe, as he bim brought. The knight, bim seeing labour so in vaine, The god, though loth, yet was constraynd tobay, Askt who he was, and what be meant thereby ? For lenger time, then that, no living wight Who, groning deepe, thus answerd him againe; Below the Earth might suffred be to stay: * Most cursed of all creatures under skye,
So backe againe bim bronght to living light. Lo Tantalus, I bere tormented lye!
But all so soone as his epfeebled spright Of sbom high love wont whyiome fasted bee; Gan sucke this vitail ayre into his brest, Lo, here I now for wint of food doe dye !
As overcome with too exceeding might, But, if that thou be such as I thee see,
The life did fit away out of her nest, Of grace i pray thee give to cat and drinke to mee!" And all his sences were with deadly fit opprest.
Nay, nay, thou greedy Tantalus," quoth he,
Sir Guyon, layd in swowne, is by
Acrates sonnes despoyld; Accusing highest love and gods ingrate;
Whom Arthure soone bath reskewed, Apd eke b.aspheming Heaven bitterly,
And Paynim brethren foyld. As author of uniustice, there to let him dye.
And is there care in Heaven? And is there love He lookt a litle further, and espyde
lo heavenly spirits to these creatures bace, Anther wretch, whose carcas deepe was drent
That may compassion of their evils move? Wthin the river which the same did hyde:. There is :-use much more wretched were the cace But both his handes, most filthy feculent,
Of men then beasts : But O! th' exceeding grace Above the water were on high extent,
Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And faynd to wash themselves incessantly,
And all his workes with mercy doth embrace, Yet nothing cleaner were for such intent,
That blessed angels he sends to and fro, But rather fowler seeined to the eye;
To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe! So lost his labour vaine and ydle industry.
How oft do they their silver bowers leave The koight, him calling, asked who he was? To come to succour us that succour want ! Who, lifting up his head, him answerd thus; How oft do they with golden pineons cleave " I Pilate am, the falstest iudge, alas !
The fitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, And most uniast; that, by uprighteous
Against fowie feendes to ayd us mil tant! And wicked doome, to lewes despiteous
They for us fight, they watch and dewly ward, Delivered up the Lord of Life to dye,
And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And did acquite a murdrer felonous;
And all for love and nothing for reward : [gard ! The whiles my handes I washt in purity,
O, why should hevenly God to men have such reThe shiles my suule was soyld with fowle iniquity.”
During the while that Guyon did abide Infin te moe tormented in like paine
In Mammons house, the palmer, whom whyleare He there beheld, too long bere to be told :
That wanton mayd of passage had denide, Ne Mammon would there let him long remayne, By further search had passage found elsewhere; For terrour of the tortures manifold,
And, being on bis way, approached neare la wh ch the damped soules be did bebold,
Where Guyon lay in traunce; when suddeinly Eat roughly him bespake: “ Thou fearefull foole, He heard a voyce that called lowd and cleare, Why takest not of that same fruite of gold? “ Come hether, come hether, O! come hastily !" le sittest dowoe on that same silver stoole,
That all the fields resouaded with the ruefull cry. To rest thy weary person in the shadow coole?”
The palmer lent bis eare unto the noyce,
To weet who called so importupely:
That bad bim come in baste. he by and by
Where Mammon earst did sunne his threasury: And well perceived his deceiptfull sle ght,
There the good Guyon he found slumbring fast Ne suffred Just bis safety to betray:
In senceles dreame, which sight at first him sore So goodly did beguile the guyler of bis pray.
Beside his head there satt a faire young man, Whom when Pyrochles saw, inflam'd with rage Of wondrous beauty and of freshest yeares,
That sire he fowl bespake; “ Thou dotard vile, Whose tender bud to blossome new began,
That with thy brutenesse shendst thy comely age, And florish faire above his equall peares :
Abandon soone, I read, the caytive spoile His snowy front, curled with golden heares, Of that same outcast carcas, that erewbile Like Phoebus face adornd with sunny rayes, Made itselfe famous through false trechery, Divinely shone; and two sharpe winged sheares, And crownd his coward crest with knightly stile; Decked with diverse plumes, like painted jayes, Loe! where he now inglorious doth lye, Were fixed at his backe to cut his ayery wayes. To proove he lived il, that did thus fowly dye." Like as Cupido on Idæan hill,
To whom the palmer fearelesse answered; When having laid bis cruell bow away
“ Certes, sir Knight, ye bene too much to blame,
Thus for to blott the honor of the dead,
And with fowle cowardize his carcas shame
Vile is the vengeaunce on the ashes cold;
And envy base to barke at sleeping fame: Suffers herselfe through sleepe beguild to bee,
Was never wight that treason of him told : The while the other ladies mind theyr mery glee.
Yourselfe his prowesse prov'd, and found him fiers
and bold.” Whom when the palmer saw, abasht he was Then sayd Cymochles; “ Palmer, thou doest dote, Through fear and wonder, that he nought could say, Ne canst of prowesse ne of knighthood deeme, Till him the childe bespoke ; “ Long lackt, alas, Save as thou seest or hearst : but well I wote, Hath bene thy faithfull aide in hard assay ! That of his puissaunce tryall made extreeme : Whiles deadly fitt thy pupill doth dismay,
Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme; Behold this heavy sight, thou reverend sire! Neal good knights that shake well speare and shield: But dread of death and dolor doe away;
Thę worth of all men by their end esteeme; For life ere long shall to her home retire,
And then dew praise or dew reproch them yield: And he, that breathlesse seems, shal corage bold re- Bad therefore I him deeme that thus lies dead on spire.
• Good or bad,” gan his brother fiers reply, “ The charge, which God doth unto me arrett,
" What do I recke, sith that he dide entire? Of his deare safety, I to thee commend;
Or what doth his bad death now satisfy Yet will I not forgoe, ne yet forgett
The greedy hunger of revenging yre, The care thereof myselfe unto the end,
Sith wrathfull hand wrought not her owne desired But evermore him succour, and defend
Yet, sipce no way is lefte to wreake my spight, Against his foe and mine: watch thou, I pray ;
I will him reave of armes, the victors bire, For evill is at hand him to offend."
And of that shield, more worthy of good knight ; So having said, eftsoones he gan display
For why should a dead dog be deckt ju armour His painted nimble wings, and vanisht quite away.
bright?" The palmer seeing his lefte empty place,
“ Fayr sir," said then the palmer suppliaunt, And his slow eies beguiled of their sight,
“ For knighthoods love doe not so fowle a deed, Woxe sore afraid, and standing still a space Ne blame your honor with so shamefull vaunt Gaz'd after him, as fowle escapt by flight: Of vile revenge: to spoile the dead of weed At last, him turning to his charge bebight,
Is sacrilege, and doth all sinnes exceed : With trembling hand his troubled pulse gan try ;
But leave these relicks of his living might Where finding life not yet dislodged quight, To decke his herce, and trap his tomb-blacke steed.” He much reioyst, and courd it tenderly,
" What herce or steed,” said he, “should he have As chicken newly hatcht, from dreaded destiny.
But be entombed in the raven or the kight?” At last he spide where towards him did pace
With that, rude hand upon his shield he laid, Two Paynim knights al armd as bright as skie,
And th' other brother gan his helme unlace; And them beside an aged sire did trace,
Both fiercely bent to bave him disaraid: And far before a light-foote page did flie
Till that they spyde where towards them did pace That breathed strife and troublous enmitie.
An armed knight, of bold and bounteous grace, Those were the two sonnes of Acrates old,
Whose squire bore after him an heben launce Who, meeting earst with Archimago slie Foreby that Idle strond, of him were told
And coverd shield: well kend him so far space
[bold. That he, which earst them combatted, was Guyon When under him he saw his Lybian steed to praunce;
Th'enchaunter by his armes and amenaunce, Which to avenge on him they dearly vowd, And to those brethren sayd ; Rise, rise bylive, Whereever that on ground they mote him find: And unto batteil doe yourselves addresse; False Archimage provokt their corage prowd, For yonder comes the prowest knight alive, And stryful Atin in their stubborne mind
Prince Arthur, flowre of grace and nobilesse, Coles of contention and whot vengeaunce tind. That hath to Paynim knights wrought gret distresse, Now bene they come whereas the palmer sate, And thousand Sar'zins fowly donne to dye.” Keeping that slombred corse to him assind : That word so deepe did in their harts impresse, Well knew they both his person, sith of late That both eftsoones upstarted furiously, With him in bloody armes they rashly did debate. And gan themselves prepare to batteill greedily.