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Bat fiers Pyrochles, lacking his owne sword, “ Palmer," said he, “no knight so rude, I weene,
Ne was there erer noble corage seene,
" Ye warlike payre, whose valorous great might, For that his noursling, when he knighthood swore,
It seemes, iust wronges to vengeaunce doe provoke, Therewith to doen his foes eternall smart.
To wreake your wrath on this dead-seeining knight, The metall first he mixt with medæwart,
Mote ought allay the storme of your despight, That no enchauntment from his dint might save;
And settle patience in so furious heat) Then it in flames of Aetna wrought apart,
Not to debate the chalenge of your right, And seven times dipped in the bitter wave
But for his carkas pardon I entreat, Of hellish Styx, which hidden vertue to it gave.
Whom fortune hath already laid in lowest seat.”
To whom Cymochles said; “ For what art thon, « The vertue is, that nether steele nor stone
That mak'st thyselfe his dayes-man, to prolong The stroke thereof from entraunce may defend ;
The vengeaunce prest? or who shall let me now Ne ever may be used by his fone;
On this vile body from to wreak my wrong, Ne forst his rightful owner to offend;
And make his carkas as the outcast dong? Ne ever will it breake, ne ever bend;
Why should not that dead carrion satisfye Wherefore Morddure it rightfully is hight.
The guilt, which, if he lived had thus long, In vaine therefore, Pyrochles, should i lend
His life for dew revenge should deare abye? The same to thee, against his lord to fight;
The trespass still doth live, albee the person dye.” Forsure yt would deceive thy labour and thy might.”
“ Indeed,” then said the prince, “ the evill donne Foolish old man," said then the Pagan, wroth, Dyes not, when breath the body first doth leave; " That weenest words or charms may force with- But from the grandsyre to the nephewes some stond :
And all his seede the curse doth often cleave, Soone shalt thou see, and then beleeve for troth, Till vengeaunce utterly the guilt bereave : That I can carve with this inchaunted brond So streightly God doth iudge. But gentle knight, His lords owne flesh.” Therewith out of his hond That doth against the dead his hand upreare, That vertuous steele he rudely snatcht away; His honour staines with rancour and despight, And Guoyns shield about his wrest he bond: And great disparagment makes to his former might.” So ready dight, fierce battaile to assay, And match his brother proud in battailous aray.
Pyrochles gan reply the second tyme,
And to him said ; “Now, felon, sure I read, By this, that straunger knight in presence came,
How that thou art partaker of his cryme: And goodly salved them ; who nought againe
Therefore by Termagaupt thou shalt be dead." Him answered, as courtesie became;
With that, his band, more sad than lomp of lead, But with sterne lookes, and stomachous disdaine,
Uplifting high, he weened with Morddure, Gave signes of grudge and discontentment vaine:
His owne good sword Morddure, to cleave his head. Then, turning to the palmer, he gan spy
The faithfull steele such treason no'uld endure, Where at his feet, with sorrowfull demayne
But, swarving from the marke, his lordes life did And deadly hew an armed corse did lye,
assure. In whose dead face he redd great magnanimity. Yet was the force so fnrious and so fell,
That horse and man it made to reele asyde: Sayd he then to the palmer; “ Reverend syre,
Nath'lesse the prince wonld not forsake his sell, What great misfortune hath betidd this knight?
(For well of yore he learned had to ryde) Or did his life her fatall date expyre,
But full of anger fiersly to him eryde; Or did he fall by treason, or by fight?
“ False traitour, miscreaunt, thou broken hast Horever, sure I rew his pitteous plight.”
The law of armes, to strike foe undefide: “ Not one, nor other," sayd the palmer grave, But thou thy treasons fruit, I hope, shalt taste “ Hath him befalne ; but cloudes of deadly night Right sowre, and feele the law, the which thou hast Awhile his heavy eylids cover'd have,
defast." And all his sences drowned in deep sencelesse wave:
With that his balefull speare he fiercely bent Which those his cruell foes, that stand hereby, Against the Pagans brest, and therewith thought Making advantage, to revenge their spight, His cursed life out of her lodg have rent: Would him disarme and treaten shamefully; But, ere the point arrived where it ought, Unworthie usage of redoubted knight!
That seven-fold shield which he from Guyon brought, But you, faire sir, whose honourable sight
He cast between to ward the bitter stownd: Doth promise hope of helpe and timely grace, Through all those foldes the steelehead passage Mote I beseech to succour his sad plight,
wrought, And by your powre protect his feeble cace? (face.” And through his shoulder perst; wherewith to ground First prayse of knighthood is, fowle outrage to de- He groveling fell, all gored in his gushing wound.
Which when his brother saw, fraught with great | Whom when the palmer saw in such distresse,
Then like a lyon, which had long time saught
Now to Pyrochles many strokes he told;
Them both attonce compeld with courage bold Three times more furious and more puis aunt, To yield wide way to his bart-thrilling brond ; Unmindfull of his wound, of his fate ignoraunt. And though they both stood stiffe, yet could not
both withstond. So both attonce him charge on either syde With hideous strokes and importable powre,
As salvage bull, whom two fierce mastives bayt, That forced him his ground to traverse wyde,
When rancour doth with rage him once engore, And wisely watch to ward that deadly stowre: Forgets with wary warde them to awayt, For on his shield, as thicke as stormie showre, But with bis dreadfull hornes them drives afore, Their strokes did raine; yet did he never quaile, Or flings aloft, or treades downe in the fore, Ne backward shrinke; but as a stedfast towre, Ereathing out wrath, and bellowing disdaine, Whom foe with double battry doth assaile,
That all the forest quakes to hear him rore: Them on her bulwarke beares, and bids them nought So rag'd prince Arthur twixt his foemen twaine, availe.
That neither could his mightie puissaunce sustaine. So stoutly he withstood their strong assay; But ever at Pyrochles when he smitt, Till that at last, when he advantage spyde, (Who Guyons shield cast ever him before, His poynant speare he thrust with puissant sway Whereon the Faery queenes pourtract was writt,) At proud Cymochles, whiles his shield was wyde, His hand relented and the stroke forbore, That through his thigh the mortall steeledid gryde: Aud his deare bart the picture gan adore; He, swarving with the force, within his flesh Which oft the Paynim sav'd from deadly stowre: Did breake the launce, and let the head abyde:
But bim henceforth the same can save no more; Out of the wound the red blood flowed fresh, For now arrived is his fatall howre, That underneath his feet soone made a purple plesh. | That no'te avoyded be by earthly skill or powre. Horribly then he gan to rage and rayle,
For when Cymochles saw the fowle reproch, Cursing his gods, and himselfe damning deepe: Which them appeached; prickt with guiltie shame Als when his brother saw the red blood rayle And inward griefe, he fiercely gan approch, Adowne so fast, and all his armour steepe,
Resolv'd to put away that loathiy blame, For very felnesse !owd he gan to weepe,
Or dye with honour and desert of fame; And said; “ Caytive, curse on thy cruell hond, And on the haubergh stroke the prince so sore,' That twise hath spedd; yet shall it not thee keepe | That quite disparted all the linked frame, From the third brunt of this my fatall brond: And pierced to the skin, but hit no more; [afore. Lo, where the dreadfuil Death behynd thy backe Yet made him twise to reele, that never mouv'd doth stond !
Whereat renfierst with wrath and sharp regret, With that he strooke, and th' other strooke withall, He stroke so hugely with his borrowd blade, That nothing seemd mote beare so monstrous might: That it empierst the Pagans burganet; The one upon his covered shield did fall,
And, cleaving the hard steele, did deepe invade And glauncing downe would not his owner byte: Into his head. and cruell passage made But th' other did upon his troncheon smyte; Quite through his brayne: he, tombling downe on Which hewing quite asunder, further way
ground, It made, and on his bacqueton did lyte,
Breath'd out his ghost, which, to th' infernall shade The which dividing with importune sway,
Fast flying, there eternall torment found It seizd in his right side, and there the dint did stay. For all the sinnes wherewith his lewd life did abound. Wyde was the wound, and a large lukewarme flood, Which when his german saw, the stony feare Red as the rose, thence gushed grievously ; Ran to his hart, and all his sence dismayd; That when the Paynym spyile the streaming blood, Ne thenceforth life ne corage did appeare: Gave him great hart and hope of victory.
But, as a man whom hellish feendes have frayd, On th’ other side, in huge perplexity
Long trembling still he stoode; at last thus sayd; The prince now stood, having his weapon broke; Traytour, what hast thou doen! how ever may Nought could he hurt, but still at warde did ly: Thy cursed hand so cruelly have swayd Yet with his troncheon he so rudely stroke
Against that knight! harrow and well away! Cymochles twise, that twise bim forst his foot revoke. After so wicked deede why liv'st thou lenger day!” With that all desperate, as loathing light,
« But read what wicked hand hath robbed mee And with revenge desyring soone to dye,
Of my good sword and shield?” The palmer, glad Assembling all bis force and utmost might, With so fresh hew uprysing him to see, With his owne swerd he fierce at him did Aye, Him answered ; “ Fayre sonne, be no whit sad And strooke, and foynd, and lasht outrageously, For want of weapons; they shall soone he hard." Withouten reason or regard. Well knew
So gan he to discourze the whole debate, The prince, with pacience and sufferaunce sly, Which that straunge knight for him sustained had, So hasty heat soone cooled to subdew; (renew. And those two Sarazins confounded late, Tho, when this breathlesse woxe, that batteil gan Whose carcases on ground were horribly prostráte. As when a windy tempest bloweth hye,
Which when he heard, and saw the tokens trew, That nothing may withstand his stormy stowre, His hart with great affection was einbayel, The clowdes, as thinges affrayd, before him flye; And to the prince, with bowing reverence dew, But, ali so soone as his outrageous powre
As to the patrone of his lite, thus sayd; Is layd, they fiercely then begin to showre; "My lord, my liege, by whuse most gratious ayd And, as in score of his spent stormy spight, I live this day, aud see my foes subdewd, Now all attonce their malice forth do poure: What may sufiice to be for meede repayd So did prince Arthur beare himselfe in tight, Of so great graces as ye bave me shend, And saffred rash Pyrochles waste his ydle might. But to be ever bound"At last whenas the Sarazin perceiv'd
To whom the infant thus; “ Fayre sir, what need How that straungo sword refusd to serve his neede, Good turnes be counted, as a servile bond, But, when he stroke most strong, the dint deceiv'd; To bind their dooers to receive their meed? He tong it from him; and, devoyd of dreed, Are not all knightes by oath bound to withstond Upon him lightly leaping without heed
Oppressours powre by armes and puissant hond? Twixt his two mighty armes engrasped fast, Sushse, that I have done my dew in place." Thinking to overthrowe and downe him tred : So goodly purpuse they together fond But him in strength and skill the priuce surpast,
Of kindnesse and of courteous aggrace; And through his nimble sleight did under him down The whiles false Archimage and Atin fled apace.
Nought booted it the Paynim then to strive;
The House of Temperaunce, in which
Doth sober Alma dwell, For vile disdaine and rancour, which did guaw
Desiegd of many fous, whom straungHis bart in twaine with sad melancholy;
er knightes to flight compell. As one that loathed life, and yet despysd to dye.
Op all Gods workes, which doe this worlde adorne, But, full of princely bounty and great mind, There is no one more faire and excellent The conqueror nought cared him to slay;
Then is mans body, both for powre and forme, Bat, casting wronges and all revenge behind, Whiles it is kept in sober government; More glory thought to give life then decay, But none then it more fowle and indecent, And sayd; “ Paynim, this is thy dismall day; Distempred through misrule and passions bace ; Yet if thou wilt renounce thy miscreaunce, It grows a monster, and incontinent And my trew liegeman yield thyselfe for ay, Doth lose his dignity and native grace: Life will I graunt thee for thy valiaunce, (naunce." Behold, who list, both one and other in this place. And all thy wronges will wipe out of my sove
After the Paynim brethren conquer'd were, Foole,” sagd the Pagan, “ I thy gift defye; The Briton prince recov'ring his stolne sword, Bat use thy fortune, as it doth befall;
And Guyon his lost shield, they both yfere And say, that I not overcome doe dye,
Forth passed on their way in fayre accord, But in despight of life for death doe call.” Till him the prince with gentle court did bord; Wroth was the prince, and sory yet withall, “ Sir Knight, mote I of you this court'sy read, That he so wilfolly refused grace;
To weet why on your shield, so goodly scord, Yet, sith his fate so cruelly did fall,
Beare ye the picture of that ladies head? His shining helmet he gan soone unlace,
Full lively is the semblaunt, though the substanco And left his headlesse budy bleeding all the place.
dead." By this, sir Guyon from his traunce awakt, “ Payre sir," sayd he, “if in that picture dead Life having mayštered her sencelesse foe;
Such life ye read, and vertue in vaine shew; And looking up, whenas his shield he lakt What mote ye weene, if the trew lively-head And sword saw pot, he wexed wondrons woe: Of that most glorious visage ye did vew! But when the palmer, whom he long ygoe
But yf the beauty of her mind ye knew, Had lost, he by him spyde, right glad he grew, That is, her bounty, and imperiall powre, And saide; “ Deare sir, whom wandring to and fro Thousand times fairer then her mortall hew, I long have lackt, I ioy thy face to vew! [drew. O! how great wonder would your thoughts devoure, Firme is thy faith, whom daunger never fro me and infinite desire into your spirite poure !
“ She is the mighty queene of Faëry,
Which when they saw, they weened fowle reproch Whose faire retraitt 1 in my shield doe beare; Was to them doen, their entraunce to forstall; Shee is the flowre of grace and chastity,
Till that the squire gan nigher to approch, Throughout the world renowmed far and neare, And wind his horne under the castle wall, My life, my liege, my soveraine, my deare, That with the noise it shooke as it would fall. Whose glory shineth as the morning starre, Estsoones forth looked from the highest spire And with her light the Earth enlumines cleare; The watch, and lowd unto the knights did call, Far reach her mercies, and her praises farre, To weete what they so rudely did require: As well in state of peace, as puissaunce in warre.” Who gently answered, They entraunce did desire. “ Thrise happy man," said then the Briton knight,
“ Fly fly, good knights," said he, “Ay fast away, “ Whom gracious lott and thy great valiaunce
If that your lives ye love, as meete ye should ; Have made thee soldier of that princesse bright,
Fly fast, and save yourselves from neare decay ; Which with her bounty and glad countenaunce
Here may ye not have entraunce, though we would : Doth blesse her servaunts, and them high advaunce! We would and would againe, if that we could; How may straunge knight hope ever to aspire,
But thousand enemies about us rave, By faithfull service and meete amenaunce,
And with long siege us in this castle hould : Unto such blisse? sufficient were that hire
Seven yeares this wize they us besieged have, For losse of thousand lives, tu die at her desire.”
And many good knights slaine that have us sought
to save." Said Guyon, “ Noble lord, what meed so great,
Thus as he spoke, loe! with outragious cry Or grace of earthly prince so soveraine,
A thousand villeins rownd about them swarmd But by your wondrous worth and warlike feat
Out of the rockes and caves adioyning nye; Ye well may hope, and easely attaine?
Vile caitive wretches, ragged, rude, deformd, But were your will her sold to entertaine,
All threatning death, all in straunge manner armd; And numbred be mongst knights of Maydenhed,
Some with unweldy clubs, some with long speares, Great guerdon, well I wote, should you remaine,
Some rusty knives, some staves in fier warmd: And in her favor high be reckoned,
Sterne was their looke; like wild amazed steares, As Arthegall and Sophy now beene honored.”
Staring with hollow eies, and stiffe upstanding heares. • Certes," then said the prince, “ I God avow, Fiersly at first those knights they did assayle, That sith I armes and knighthood first did plight, And drove them to recoile: but, when againe My whole desire hath beene, and yet is now, They gave fresh charge, their forces gan to fayle, To serve that queene with al my powre and might. Unhable their encounter to sustaine ; Now hath the Sunne with his lamp-burning light For with such puissaunce and impetuous maine Walkt round about the world, and I no lesse, Those champions broke on them, that forst them fly, Sith of that goddesse I have sought the sight, Like scattered sheepe, whenas the shepherds swaine Yet no where can her find : such happinesse A lion and a tigre doth espye Heven doth to me envy and fortune favourlesse.” With greedy pace forth rushing from the forest nye. “ Fortune, the foe of famous chevisaunce,
A while they fled, but soone retournd againe Seldom,” said Guyon, “ yields to vertue aide,
With greater fury then before was found; But in her way throwes mischiefe and mischaúnce, And evermore their cruell capitaine Whereby her course is stopt and passage staid.
Sought with his raskall routs t enclose them rownd, But you, faire sir, be not here with dismaid,
And overronne to tread them to the grownd : But constant keepe the way in which ye stand;
But soone the knights with their bright-burning Which were it not that I am els delaid
blades With hard adventure, which I have in hand,
Broke their rude troupes, and orders did confownd, I labour would to guide you through al Pary land." Hewing and slashing at their idle shades;
For though they bodies seem, yet substaunce from Gramercy sir,” said he; “ but mote I weete
them fades. What straunge adventure doe ye now pursew?
As when à swarme of gnats at eventide Perhaps my succour or advizement meete
Out of the fennes of Allan doe arise, Mote stead you much your purpose to subdew."
Their murmuring small trompetts sownden wide, Then gan sir Guyon all the story shew
Wbiles in the aire their clustring army flies, Of false Acrasia, and her wicked wiles;
That as a cloud doth seeme to dim the skies; Which to avenge, the palmer him forth drew
Ne man nor beast may rest or take repast From Faery court. So talked they, the wbiles
For their sharpe wounds and noyous iniuries, They wasted had much way, and measurd inany Till the fierce northerne wind with blustring blast miles.
Doth blow them quite away, and in the ocean cast. And now faire Phoebus gan decline in haste Thus when they had that troublous roat disperst, His weary wagon to the westerne vale,
Unto the castle gate they come againe, Whenas they spide a goodly castle, plaste
And entraunce crav'd, which was denied erst. Foreby a river in a pleasaunt dale;
Now when report of that their perlous paine, Which choosing for that evenings hospitale, And cumbrous conflict which they did sustaine, They thether mareht: but when they came in sight, Came to the ladies eare which there did dwell, And from their sweaty coursers did avale, Shee forth isséwed with a goodly traine They found the gates fast barred long cre night, Of squires and ladies equipaged well, And every loup fast lockt, as fearing foes despight. And entertained them right fairely, as befell.
Alma she called was; a virgin bright,
Within the barbican a porter sate, That had not yet felt Cupides wanton rage; Day and night duely keeping watch and ward; Yet was shee wood of many a gentle knight, Nor wight nor word mote passe out of the gate, And many a lord of noble parentage,
But in good order, and with dew regard; That sought with her to lincke in marriage: Utterers of secrets he from thence debard, For shee was faire, as faire mote ever bee, Bablers of folly, and blazers of cryme : And in the flowre now of her freshest age; His larum-bell might lowd and wyde be hard Yet full of grace and goodly modestee,
When cause requyrd, but never out of time; That even Heren reioyced her sweete face to see. Early and late it rong, at evening and at prime. In robe of lilly white she was arayd,
And rownd about the porch on every syde That from her shoulder to her heele downe raught; Twise sixteene warders satt, all armed bright The traine whereof loose far behind her strayd, In glistring steele, and strongly fortifyde : Braunched with gold and perle most richly wrought, Tall yeomen seemed they and of great might, And bome of two faire damsels which were taught And were enraunged ready still for fight. That service well: her yellow golden heare By them as Alma passed with her guestes, Was trimly woven and in tresses wrought, They did obeysaunce, as beseemed right, Ne other tire she on her head did weare,
And then againe retourned to their restes: But crowned with a garland of sweete rosiere. The porter eke to her did lout with humble gestes. Goodly shee entertaind those noble knights, Thence she them brought into a stately ball, And brought them up into her castle hall; Wherein were many tables fayre dispred, Where gentle court and gracious delight
And ready dight with drapets festivall, Shee to them made, with mildnesse virginall, Against the viaundes should be ministred. Shewing herselfe both wise and liberall.
At th' upper end there sate, yclad in red There when they rested had a season dew, Dowue to the ground, a comely personage, They her besought of favour speciall
That in his hand a white rod mepaged; Of that faire castle to affoord them vew: [did shew. He steward was, hight Diet; rype of age, Shee graunted; and, them leading forth, the same And in demeanure sober, and in counsell sage. First she them led up to the castle wall,
And through the hall there walked to and fro That was so high as foe might not it clime, A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, And all so faire and sensible withall;
Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Not built of bricke, ne yet of stone and lime, Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, But of thing like to that Ægyptian slime,
And knew them how to order without blame, Whereof king Nine whilome built Babell towre: As him the steward badd. They both attone But O great pitty, that no lenger time
Did dewty to their lady, as became; So goodly workmanship should not endure! (sure. Who, passing by, forth ledd her guestes anone Soone it must turne to earth: no earthly thing is Into the kitchin rowme, ne spard for nicenesse none. The frame thereof seemd partly circulare, It was a vaut ybuilt for great dispence, And part triangulare; O worke divine !
With many raunges reard along the wall, Those two the first and last proportions are ; And one great chimney, whose long tonnell thence The one imperfect, mortall, feminine;
The smoke forth threw: and in the midst of all Th' other immortall, perfect, masculine;
There placed was a caudron wide and tall And twixt them both a quadrate was the base, Upon a mightie furnace, burning whott, Proportiond equally by seven and nine;
More whot: then Aetn', or flaming Mongiball: Nine was the circle sett in Heavens place:
For day and night it brent, ne ceased not, All which compacted made a goodly diapase. So long as any thing it in the caudron gott. Therein two gates were placed seemly well: But to delay the heat, least by mischaunce The one before, by which all in did pas,
It might breake out and set the whole on fyre, Did th other far it workmanship excell;
There added was by goodly ordinaunce For not of wood, nor of enduring bras,
An huge great payre of bellowes, which did styre Bat of more worthy substance fram'd it was : Continually, and cooling breath inspyre. Doably disparted, it did locke and close,
About the caudron many cookes accoyld Teat, when it locked, none might thorough pas,
With hookes and ladles, as need did requyre; And, when it opened, no man might it close; The whyles the viaundes in the vessell-boyld, Still opened to their friendes, and closed to their They did about their businesse sweat, and sorely foes.
Of hewen stone the porch was fayrely wronght,
The maister cooke was cald Concoction ;