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So mightely the Briton prince him rouzd

His wonder far exceeded reasons reach, Out of his holde, and broke his caytive bands; That he began to doubt bis dazeled sight, And as a beare, whom angry curres have touzd, And oft of error did himselfe appeach: Having off-shakt them and escapt their hands, Flesh without blood, a person without spright, Becomes more fell, and all that him withstands Wounds without hurt, a body without might, Treads down and overthrowes. Now had the carle That could doe harme, yet could not harmed bee, Alighted from his tigre, and his hands

That could not die, yet seemd a mortall wight, Discharged of his bow and deadly quar'le, That was most strong in most infirmitee; To seize upon his foe flatt lying on the marle. Like did he never heare, like did he never see.

Which now him turnd to disavantage deare; Awhile he stood in this astonishment,
For neither can he fly, nor other harme,

Yet would he not for all bis great dismay
But trust unto his strength and manhood meare, Give over to effect his first intent,
Sith now he is far from his monstrous swarme, And th’ utmost meanes of victory assay,
And of his weapons did himselfe disarme.

Or th’ utmost yssew of his owne decay.
The knight, yet wrothfull for his late disgrace, His owne good sword Mordure, that never fayld
advaunst his valorous right arme,

At need till now, he lightly threw away, And bim so sore smott with his yron mace, And his bright shield that nought him now avayld; That groveling to the ground he fell, and fild his And with his naked hands him forcibly assayld. place.

Twixt his two mighty armes him up he snatcht, Wel weened hee that field was then his owne, And crusht his carcas so against his brest, And all his labor brought to happy end;

That the disdainfull sowle he thence dispatcht, When suddein up the villeine overthrowne

And th’ydle breath all utterly exprest: Out of his swowne arose, fresh to contend,

Tho, when he felt him dead, adowne he kest And gan bimselfe to second battaill bend,

The lumpish corse unto the sencelesse grownd; As hurt he had not beene. Thereby there lay Adowne he kest it with so puissant wrest, An huge great stone, which stood upon one end, That backe againe it did alofte rebownd, And had not bene removed many a day; [way: And gave against his mother Earth à gronefull sownd. Some land-marke seems to bee, or signe of sundry

As when loves harnesse-bearing bird from hye The same be snatcht, and with exceeding sway Stoupes at a flying heron with proud disdayne, Threw at his foe, who was right well aware The stone-dead quarrey falls so forciblye, To shonne the engin of his meant decay;

That it rebownds against the lowly playne,
It booted not to thinke that throw to beare, A second fall redoubling backe agayne.
But grownd he gave, and lightly lept areare : Then thought the prince all peril sure was past,
Eft fierce retourning, as a faulcon fayre,

And that he victor onely did remayne;
That once hath failed of her souse full neare, No sooner thought, tben that the carle as fast
Remounts againe into the open ayre,

Gan heap huge strokes on him, as ere he down was And unto better fortune doth herselfe prepayre:

cast. So brave retourning, with his brandisht blade, Nigh his wits end then woxe th' amazed knight, He to the carle himselfe agayn addrest,

And thought his labor lost, and travell vayne, And strooke at him so sternely, that he made Against this lifelesse shadow so to fight: An open passage through his riven brest,

Yet life he saw, and felt his mighty mayne, That halfe the steele behind his backe did rest; That, whiles he marveild still, did still him payne; Which drawing backe, he looked evermore Forthy he gan some other wayes advize, When the hart blood should gush out of his chest, How to take life from that dead-living swayne, Or his dead corse should fall upon the flore; Whom still he marked freshly to arize (reprize. But his dead corse upon the flore fell nathëmore: From th’ Earth, and from her womb new spirits to Ne drop of blood appeared shed to bee,

He then remembred well, that had bene sayd, All were the wownd so wide and wonderous How th' Earth his mother was, and first bim bore; That through his carcas one might playnly see. She eke, so often as his life decayd, Halfe in amaze with horror hideous,

Did life with usury to him restore, And halfe in rage to be deluded thus,

And reysd him up much stronger then before,
Again through both the sides he strooke bim quight, So soone as he unto her wombe did fall:
That made his spright to grone full piteous; Therefore to grownd he would him cast no more,
Yet nathëmore forth fled his groning spright, Ne him committ to grave terrestriall,
But freshly, as at first, prepard himselfe to fight. But beare him farre from hope of succour usuall.
Thereat he smitten was with great affright, Tho up he caught him twixt his puissant hands,
And trembling terror did his hart apall :

And having scruzd out of his carrion corse
Ne wist he what to thinke of that same sight, The lothfull life, now loosd from sinfull bands,
Ne what to say, ne wbat to doe at all :

Upon his shoulders carried him perforse
He doubted least it were some magicall

Above three furlongs, taking his full course, Illusion that did beguile his sense,

Until he came unto a standing lake; Or wandring ghost that wanted funerall,

Him thereinto he threw without remorse, Or aery spirite under false pretence,

Ne stird, till hope of life did him forsake : (make. Or bellish feend raysd up through divelish science. So end of that carles dayes and his owne paynes did

Which when those wicked hags from far did spye, “ On th' other syde an hideous rock is pight Like two mad dogs they ran about the lands; Of mightie magnes stone, whose craggie clift And th' one of them with dreadfull yelling crye, Depending from on high, (lreadfull to sight, Throwing away her broken chaines and bands, Over the waves bis rugged armes doth lift, And having quencht her burning fier-brands, And threatneth downe to throw his ragged rift Hedlung herselfe did cast into that lake:

On whoso coineth nigh; yet pigh it drawes But Impotence with her owne wilfull hands

All passengers, that none from it can shift : One of Malegers cursed darts did take, (make. For, whiles they fly that gulfe's devouring iawes, So ryvd her trembling hart, and wicked end did They on the rock are rent, and suuck in helples

wawes." Thus now alone he conquerour remaines : Tho, cumning to his squyre that kept his steed, Forward they passe, and strongly he them rowes, Thought to have mounted; but his feeble vaines Untill they nigh unto that gulfe arryve, Him faild thereto, and served not his need, (bleed, Where streame more violent and greely growes: Through losse of blood which from his wounds did Then he with all his puisaunce doth stryve That he began to faint, and life decay:

To strike his oares, and mightily doth dryve But his good squyre, him belping up with speed, The hollow vessell through the threatfull wave; With stedfast hand upon his horse did stay, Which, gaping wide to swallow them aly ve And led him to the castle by the beaten way. In th' huge abysse of his engulfing grave, (rave.

Doth rore at them in vaine, and with great terrour Where many groomes and squiers ready were To take him from his steed fuli tenderly;

They, passing by, that grisely mouth did see And eke the fayrest Alma mett him there

Sucking the seas into his entralles deepe, With balme, and wine, and costly spicery, That seemd more horrible than Hell to bee, To comfort him in bis infirmity :

Or that darke dreadfull hole of Tartare steepe Eftesoones she causd him up to be convayd, Through which the damned ghosts doen often creep And of his armes despoyled easily

Backe to the world, bad livers to torment:
In sumptuous bed shee made him to be layd; But nought that falles into this direfull deepe,
And, al the while his wounds were dressing, by bim Ne that approcheth nigo the wyde descent,

May backe retourne, but is condemned to be drent.
On th' other side they saw that perilous rocke,

Threatning itselfe on them to ruinate,

On whose sharp cliftes the ribs of vesscls broke ;

And shivered ships, which had beene wrecked late,
Guyon, by palmers governaunce,

Yet stuck with carcases exanimate
Passing through perilles great,

Of such, as having all their substance spent
Doth overthrow the Bowse of Blis,

In wanton joyes and lustes intemperate,
And Acrasy defeat.

Did afterwardes make shipwrack violent

Both of their life and fame for ever fowly blent. Now ginnes that goodly frame of Temperaunce Fayrely to rise, and her adorned hed

Forthy this hight the Rock of vile Reproch, To pricke of bighest prayse forth to advaunce, A daungerous and détestable place, Pormerly gronpded and fast setteled

To which nor fish nor fowle did once approch, On firme foundation of true bountyhed:

But yelling meawes, with seagulles hoars and bace, And this brave knight, that for this vertue fightes, And cormog raunts, with birds of ravenous race, Now comes to point of that same perilous sted, Which still sat wayting on that wastfull clift Where Pleasure dwelles in sensuall delights, For spoile of wretches, whose unhappy cace, Mongst thousand dangers and ten thousand magick After lost credit and consumed thrift, mights.

At last them driven hath to this despairefull drift. Two dayes now in that sea he sayled has,

The palmer, seeing them in safetie past, Ne ever land beheld, ne living wight,

Thus saide; “ Behold th' ensamples in our sightes Ne ought save perill, still as he did pas:

Of lustfull luxurie and thriftlesse wast! Tbo, when appeared the third morrow bright What now is left of miserable wightes, Upon the waves to spred her trembling light, Which spent their looser daies in leud delightes, An hideous roring far away they heard,

But shame and sad reprorh, here to be red That all their sences filled with affright;

By these rept reliques speaking their ill plightes! And streight they saw the ragi

surges reard

Let all that live hereby be counselled Up to the skyes, that them of drowning made affeard. To shunne Rock of Reproch, and it as death to dread !" Said then the boteman, “ Palmer, stere aright, So forth they rowed; and that ferryman And keepe an even course; for yonder way With his stiffe oares did brush the sea so strong, We needes must pas (God doe us well acquight!) That the hoare waters from his frigot ran, That is the Gulfe of Greedinesse, they say, And the light bubles daunced all along, That deepe engorgeth all this worldës pray; Whiles the salt brine out of the billowes sprong. Which having swallowd up excessively,

At last far off they many islandes spy He soone in vomit up againe doth lay,

On every side foting the foodes emong: And belcheth forth his superfluity,

Then said the knight; “ Lo! I the land descry; That all the seas for feare doe seeme away to fly. Therefore, old syre, thy course doe thereunto apply.'

“ That may not bee," said then the ferryman, « But by the way there is a great quicksand,
“ Least wee unweeting bap to be fordonne: And a wbirlepoole of bidden jeopardy;
For those same islands, seeming now and than, Therefore, sir Palmer, keepe an even hand;
Are not firme land, nor any certein wonne, For twixt them both the narrow way doth ly.”
But stragling plots, which to and fro doe ronne Scarse had he saide, when hard at hand they spy
In the wide waters; therefore are they hight That quicksand nigh with water covered;
The Wandring Islands: therefore doe them shonne; But by the checked wave they did descry
For they have oft drawne many a wandring wight It plaine, and by the sea discoloured:
Into most deadly daunger and distressed plight. It called was the Quickesand of Unthriftyhed.
" Yet well they seeme to him, that farre doth vew, They, passing by, a goodly ship did see
Both faire and fruitfull, and the grownd dispred Laden from far with precious merchandize,
With grassy greene of delectable hew;

And bravely furnished as ship might bee,
And the tall irees with leaves appareled

Which through great disaventure, or mesprize, Are deckt with blossoms dyde in white and red, Herselfe had ronne into that hazardize; That mote the passengers thereto allure;

Whose mariners and merchants with much toyle But whosoever once hath fastened

Labour'd in vaine to have recurd their prize, His foot thereon, may never it recure,

And the rich wares to save from pitteous spoyle; But wandreth evermore uncertein and unsure. But neither toyle nor traveill might her backe re,

coyle. $6 As th' isle of Delos whylome, men report, Amid th’ Aegæan sea long time did stray,

On th' other side they see that perilous poole, Ne made for shipping any certeine port,

That called was the Whirlepoole of Decay ; Till tbat Latona traveiling that way,

In which full many had with haplesse doole Flying from lupoes wrath and hard assay,

Beene suncke, of whom no memorie did stay: Of her fayre twins was there delivered,

Whose circled waters rapt with wbirling sway, Which afterwards did rule the night and day; Like to a restlesse wheele, still ronning round, Thenceforth it firmly was established,

Did covet, as they passed by that way, And for Apolloes temple highly herried.”

To draw their bote within the utmost bound

Of his wide labyrinth, and then to have them dround, They to him bearken, as beseemeth meete; And passe op forward : so their way does ly, But th' heedful boteman strongly forth did stretch That one of those same islands, which doe fleet His brawnie armes, and all bis bodie straine, In the wide sea, they needes must passen by, That th' utmost sandy breach they shortly fetch, Which seemd so sweet and pleasaunt to the eye, Whiles the dread daunger dots behind remaine. That it would tempt a man to touchen there: Suddeine they see from midst of all the maine Upon the banck they sitting did espy

The surging waters like a mountaine r'se, A daintie dainsell dressing of her heare,

And the great sea, puft up with proud disdaine, By wbom a little skippet floting did appeare, To swell above the measure of his guise,

As threatning to devoure all that his powre despise, She, them espying, loud to them can call, Bidding them nigher draw unto the shore,

The waves come rolling, and the billowes rore For she had cause to busie them witball;

Outragious'y, as they enraged were, And therewith lowdly laught: but nathëmore Or wrathfull Neptune did them drive before Would they once turne, but kept on as afore: His whirling charet for exceeding feare; Which when she saw, she left her lockes undight, For not one puffe of winde there did appeare; And running to her boat withouten ore,

That all the three thereat woxe much afrayd, From the departing land it launched light, Unweeting what such horrour straunge did reare. And after them did drive with all her power and Eftsoones they saw an hideous hoast arrayd might.

Of huge sea-monsters, such as living sence dismayd: Whom overtaking, she in merry sort

Most ugly shapes and horrible aspects, Them gan to bord, and purpose diversly;

Such as dame Nature selfe mote feare to see, Now faining dalliaunce and wanton sport,

Or shame, that ever should so fowle defects Now throwing forth lewd wordes immodestly; From her most cunning hand escaped bee; Till that the palmer gan full bitterly

All dreadfull pourtraicts of deformitee: Her to rebuke for being loose and light:

Spring-headed hydres; and sea-shouldring whales; Which not abiding, but more scornfully

Great whirlpooles, which all fishes make to fee; Scoffing at bim that did ber justly wite,

Bright scolopendraes armd with silver scales; She turnd her bote about, and from them rowed quite. Mighty monoceros with immeasured tayles; That was the wanton Phædria, which late The dreadful fish, that hath deserv'd the name Did ferry him over the Idle Lake:

Of Death, and like bim lookes in dreadfull hew; Whom nought regarding they kept on their gate, The griesly wasserman, that makes his game And all her vaine allurements did forsake;

The flying ships with swiftnes to pursew; When them the wary boteman thus bespake; The horrible sea-satyre, that doth shew “ Here now behoveth us well to avyse,

His fearefull face in time of greatest storme; And of our safety good heede to take;

Huge ziffius, whom mariners eschew For here before a perlous passage Iyes, [dies: No lesse then rockes, as travellers informe; Where many mermayds haunt making false melo- | And greedy rosmarines with visages deforme:

All these, and thousand thousands many more, So now to Guyon, as he passed by,
And more deformed monsters thousand fold, Their pleasaunt tunes they sweetly thus applyde;
With dreadfull noise and hoilow rombling rore “ O thou fayre sonne of gentle Faëry,
Came rushing, in the fomy waves enrold,

That art in mightie armes most magnifyde
Which seem'd to fly for feare them to behold: Above all knights that ever batteill tryde,
Ne wonder, if these did the knight appall;

O turne thy rudder hetherward awhile: For all that here on earth we dreadfuli hold, Here may thy storme-bett vessell safely ryde; Be but as bugs to fearen babes withall,

This is the port of rest from troublous toyle, Compared to the creatures in the seas entráll. The worldes sweet in from paine and wearisomo

turmoyle.” “ Feare nought," then saide the palmer well aviz'd, " For these same moosters are not these in deed, With that the rolling sea, resounding soft, But are into these fearefull shapes disguiz'd In his big base them fitly answered; By that same wicked witch, to worke us dreed, And on the rocke the waves breaking aloft And draw from on this journey to proceed.” A solemne meane unto them measured ; Tho, lifting up his vertuous staffe on hye,

The whiles sweet Zephyrus lowd whisteled He smote the sea, which caluned was with speed, His treble, a straunge kinde of harmony; And all that dreadfull armie fast gan Alve

Which Guyoas senses softly tickeled, Into great Tethys bosome, where they hidden lye: That he the boteman bad row easily,

And let him heare some part of their rare melody. Quit from that danger forth their course they kept; And as they went they heard a ruefull cry

But him the palmer from that vanity Of one that way!d and pittifully wept,

With temperate advice discounselled, That through the sea th' resounding plaints did Ay: That they it past, and shortly gau descry At last they in an island dd espy

The land to which their course they levelled; Å seemely maiden, sittiug by the shore,

When suddenly a grosse fog over spred That with great sorrow and sad agony

With his dull vapour all that desert has,
Seemed some great misfortune to deplore,

And Heavens chearefull face enveloped,
And lowd to them for succour called evermore. That all things one, and one as nothing was,

And this great universe seemd one coufused mas.
Which Guyon hearing, streight his palmer bad
To stere the bote towards that dolefuil mayd, Thereat they greatly were dismayd, ne wist
That he might know and ease her sorrow sad: How to direct theyr way in darkenes wide,
Who, him avizing better, to him sayd;

But feard to wander in that wastefull mist, “ Faire sir, be not displeasd if disobayd :

For tombling into mischiefe unespyde: For ill it were to hearken to ber cry;

Worse is the daunger hidden then descride. For she is inly nothing ill apayd;

Suddeinly an innumerable flight But onely womanish fine forgery,

Of harinefull fowles about them fluttering cride, Your stubborie hart t' affect with fraile infirmity: And with their wicked winges them ofte did smight,

And sore annoyed, groping in that griesly night. * To which when she your courage hath inclind Through foolish pitty, then her guilefull bayt Even all the nation of unfortunate She will embosome deeper in your mind,

And fatall birds about them flocked were, And for your ruine at the last awayt.”

Such as by nature men abhorre and hate; The knight was ruled, and the boteman strayt

The ill-faste owle, Deatbs dreadfull messengere; Held on his course with stayed stedfastnesse, The hoars night-raven, trump of dolefull drere; Ne ever sbr orke, ne ever sought to bayt

The lether-winged batt, dayes enimy; His tyred armes for toylesome wear nesse;

The ruefull strich, still waiting on the bere; But with his oares did sweepe the watry wildernesse. The whistler sbrill, that whoso beares doth dy;

The hellish harpyes, prophets of sad destiny: And now they nigh approched to the sted Whereas those mermayds dwelt: it was a still All those, and all that els does horror breed, And calmy bay, on th' one side sheltered

About them few, and fild their sayles with feare': With the brode shadow of an hoarie hill;

Yet stayd they not, but forward did proceed, On th' other side an high rocke toured still, Whiles th' one did row, and th' other stifly steare; That twixt them both a pleasaont port they made, Till that at last the weather gan to cleare, And did like an halfe theatre fulfill:

And the faire land itselle did playnly show. There tho-e five sisters had continuall trade, Said then the palmer; “ Lo! where does appeare And osd to bath themselves in that deceiptfull shade. The sacred soile where all our perills grow! (throw.”

Therefore, sir Knight, your ready arms about you They were faire ladies, till they fondly striv'd With th' Heliconian maides for maystery; He hearkned, and bis armes about him tooke, Of whom they over-comen were depriv'd

The whiles the nimble bote so well her sped, Of their proud beautie, and th' one moyity That w lh her crooked keele the land she strooke : Transform'd to fish for their bold surquedry; Then forth the noble Guyon salised, But th' upper halfe the r bew retayned still, And his sage palmer that him governed; And their sweet skill in wonted melody;

But th’ other by his bote behind did stay. Which ever after they abusd to ill,

They marched fayrely forth, of nought ydred, T allure weake trayeiliers, wbom gotten they did Both firmely armd for every hard assay,

With constancy and care, gainst daunger and dismay.

Ere long they heard an hideous bellowing All this and more might in that goodly gate
Of many beasts, that roard outrageously,

Be red, that ever open stood to all
As if that hungers poynt or Venus sting

Which thether came: but in the porch there sate Had them enraged with fell surquedry;

A comely personage of stature tall, Yet nought they feard, but past on hardily, And semblaunce pleasing, more then naturall, Untill they cane in vew of those wilde beasts, That traveilers to him seemd to entize; Who all attonce, gaping full greedily,

His looser garment to the ground did fall, And rearing fiercely their upstaring crests,

And few about his heeles in wanton wize, Ran towards to devoure those unexpected guests. Not fitt for speedy pace or manly exercize. But, soone as they approcht with deadly threat, They in that place him Genius did call: The palmer over them his stafie uphelu,

Not that celestiall powre, to whom the care His mighty staffe, that could all charmes defeat: Of life, and generation of all Eftesoones their stubborne corages were queld, That lives, perteines in charge particulare, And high advaunced crests downe meekely feld; Who wondrous things concerning our welfare, Instead of fraying they themselves did feare, And straunge phantomes doth lett us ofte foresee, And trembled, as them passing they beheld: And ofte of secret ills bids us beware: . Such wondrous powre did in that staffe appeare,

That is our selfe, whom though we do not see, Al monsters to subdew to him that did it beare. Yet each doth in himselfe it well perceive to bee:

Of that same wood it fram'd was cunningly, Therefore a god him sage Antiquity
Of which caducëus whiloine was made,

Did wisely make, and good Agdistes call:
Caducëus, the rod of Mercury,

But this saine was to that quite contrary, With which he wonts the Stygian realmes invade The foe of life, that good envyes to all, Throngh ghastly horror and eternall shade; That secretly doth us procure to fall Th’infernall feends with it he can asswage, Through guilefull semblants, which he makes us see: And Orcus tame, whome nothing can persuade, He of this gardin had the governall, And rule the Furyes when they most doe rage: And Pleasures porter was devizd to bee, Such vertue in his staffe had eke this palmer sage. Holding a staffé in hand for more formalitee. Thence passing forth, they shortly doe arryve

With divers flowres he daintily was deckt, Whereas the Bowre of Blisse was situate ;

And strowed rownd about; and by his side A place pickt out by choyce of best alyve, A mighty mazer bowle of wine was sett, That natures worke by art can imitate:

As if it had to him bene sacrifide; In which whatever in this worldly state

Wherewith all new-come guests be gratyfide: Is sweete and pleasing unto living sense,

So did he eke sir Guyon passing by; Or that may dayotest fantasy aggrate,

But he his ydle curtesie defide, Was poured forth with plentifull dispence,

And overthrew his bowle disdainfully, [blants sly. And made there to abound with lavish affluence. And broke his staffe, with which he charmed sem

Goodly it was enclosed rownd about,

Thus being entred, they behold arownd Aswell their entred guestes to keep within, A large and spacious plaine, on every side As those unruly beasts to hold without;

Strowed with pleasauns; whose fayre grassy grownd Yet was the fence thereof but weake and thin; Mantled with greene, and goodly beautifide Nought feard their force that fortilage to win, With all the ornaments of Floraes pride, But Wisedomes powre, and Temperaunces might, Wherewith her mother Art, as halfe in score By which the mightiest things efforced bin: Of niggard Nature, like a pompous bride And eke the gate was wrought of substaunce light, Did decke her, and too lavishly adorne, (morde. Rather for pleasure then for battery or fight. When forth from virgin bowre she comes in th' early Yt framed was of precious yvory,

Thereto the Heavens alwayes joviall That seemd a worke of admirable witt;

Lookte on them lovely, still in stedfast state, And therein all the famous history

Ne suffred storme nor frost on them to fall Of lason and Medæa was ywritt;

Their tender buds or leaves to violate; Her mighty charmes, her furious loving fitt; Nor scorching heat, nor cold intemperate, His goodly conquest of the golden fleece,

T'affict the creatures which therein did dwell; His falsed fayth, and love too lightly flitt;

But the milde ayre with season moderate The wondred Argo, which in venturous peece Gently attempred, and disposd so well, First through the Euxine seas bore all the flowr of That still it breathed forth sweet spirit and holesorn Greece.


Ye might have seene the frothy billowes fry More sweet and holesome theu the pleasaunt hill
Under the ship as thorough them she went, Of Rhodope, on which the nimphe, that bore
That seemd the waves were into yvory,

A gyaunt babe, herselfe for griefe did kill;
Or yvory into the waves were sent;

Or the Thessalian tempe, where of yore And otherwhere the snowy substaunce sprent Fayre Daphne Phæbus hart with love did gore; With vermell, like the boyes blood therein shed, Or Ida, where the gods lov’d to repayre, A piteous spectacle did represent;

Whenever they their heavenly bowres forlore; And otherwhiles with gold besprinkeled (wed. Or sweet Parnasse, the haunt of Muses fayre; Yt seemd th' enchaunted fame, which did Crëusa Or Eden selfe, if ought with Eden mote compayre.

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