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And, whenso of his hand the pledge she raught, Whenas the noble Britomart heard tell
The guilty cup she fained to mistake,

Of Trojan warres and Priams citie sackt,
And in her lap did shed her idle draught,

(The ruefull story of sir Paridell) Shewing desire her inward flame to slake.

She was empassiond at that piteous act, By such close signes they secret way did make With zelous envy of Greekes cruell fact Unto their wils, and one eies watch escape: Against that nation, from whose race of old Two eies him needeth, for to watch and wake, She heard that she was lineaily extract : Who lovers will deceive. Thus was the ape, Por noble Britons sprong from Trojans bold, By iheir faire handling, put into Malbeccoes cape. And Troynovant was built of old Troyes ashes cold. Now, when of meats and drinks they had their fill, Then, sighing soft awhile, at last she thus : Porpose was moved by that gentle dame

“ O lainentable fall of famous towne, Unto those knights adventurous, to tell

Which raignd so many yeares victorious, Of deeds of armes which unto them became,

And of all Asie bore the soveraine crowne, And every one his kindred and his name.

In one sad night consumd and throwen downe ! Then Parideil, in whom a kindly pride

What stony hart, that heares thy haplesse fate, Of grations speach and skill his words to frame Is not impierst with deepe compassiowne, Abounded, being glad of so fitte tide

And makes ensample of mans wretched state, Him to cominend to her, thus spake, of al well eide : That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening

late! “ Tros, that art uos nought but an idle name, And in thine ashes buried low dost lie,

“ Behold, sir, how your pitifull complaint Though whilome far much greater then thy fame, Hath fownd another partner of your payne: Before that angry gods and cruell skie

For nothing may impresse so deare constraint Upon thee heapt a direful destinie;

As countries cause, and commune foes disdayne. What boots it boast thy glorious desceut,

But, if it should not grieve you backe agayne And fetch from Heven thy great genealogie, To turne your course, I would to hearé desyre Sith all thy worthie prayses being blent

What to Aeneas fell; sith that men sayne Their ofspring hath embaste, and later glory shent ! He was not in the cities wofull fyre

Consum'd, but did himselfe to safety retyre." “ Most famous worthy of the world, by whome That warre was kindled which did Troy inflame,

“ Anchyses sonne begott of Venus fayre,” And stately towres of Mion whilóme

Said he, “ out of the flames for safegard fled, Brought unto balefull ruine, was by name

And with a remnant did to sea repayre; Sir Paris far renowmd through noble fame; Where he, through fatall errour long was led Who, through great prowesse and bold hardinesse, Full many yeares, and weetlesse wandered From Lacedaemon fetcht the fayrest dame

From shore to shore emongst the Lybick sandes, That ever Greece did boast, or knight possesse, Ere rest he found : much there he suffered, Whoin Venus to him gave for meed of worthinesse; And many perilles past in forreine landes, [handes: “ Fayre Helene, flowre of beautie excellent,

To save his people sad from victours vengefull And girlond of the mighty conquerours,

" At last in Latium he did arryve, That madest many ladies deare lament

Where be with cruell warre was entertaind
The bearie losse of their brave paramours,
Which they far off beheld from Trojan toures,

Of th' inlaud folke which sought him backe to drive,

Till he with old Latinus was constraind And saw the fieldes of faire Scamander strowne

To contract wedlock, so the fates ordaind; With carcases of noble warrioures

Wedlocke contract in blood, and eke in blood Whose fruitlesse lives were under furrow sowne, And Xanthus sandy bankes with blood all over

Accomplished ; that many deare complaind:

The rivall slaine, the victour (through the flood Bowne!

Escaped hardly) hardly praisd his wedlock good. “ From him my linage I derive aright, Who long before the ten yeares siege of Troy,

“ Yet, after all, he victour did survive, Wbiles yet on Ida he a shepeheard hight,

And with Latinus did the kingdom part: On faire Oenone got a lovely boy,

But after, when both nations gan to strive. Whom, for remembrance of her passed ioy,

Into their names the title to convart, She, of his father, Parius did name;

His sonne lülus did from thence depart Who, after Greekes did Priams realme destroy,

With all the warlike youth of Troians bloud, Gathred the Trojan reliques sav'd from fame,

And in Long Alba plast his thrope apart;
And, with them sayling thence, to th' isle of Paros Where faire it tlorished and long time stoud,

Till Romulus, renewing it, to Rome removd.”


" That was by him cald Paros, which before “ There; there," said Britomart, "afresh appeard Hight Nausa; there he many yeares did raine, The glory of the later world to spring, And built Nausicle by the Pontick shore;

And Troy againe out of her dust was reard The which he dying lefte next in remaine

To sitt in second seat of soveraine king To Paridas his sonne,

Of all the world, under her governing. From whom I Paride'l by kin descend:

But a third kingdom yet is to arise But, for faire ladies love and glories gaine,

Out of the Troians scattered utspring, My dative svile have lefte, my dayes to spend That, in all glory and great enterprise, la seewing deeds of armes, my lives and labors end.” Both first and second i'roy shall dare to equalise.

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“ It Troynovant is hight, that with the waves But all the while, that he these speeches spent, Of wealthy Thamis washed is along,

Upon his lips hong faire dame Hellenore Upon whose stubborne neck (whereat he raves With vigilant regard and dew attent, With roring rage, and sore himselfe does throng, Fashioning worldes of fancies evermore That all men feare to tempt his billowes strong) In her fraile witt, that now her quite forlore : She fastned hath her foot; which stands so by, The whiles unwares away her wondring eye That it a wonder of the world is song

And greedy eares her weake hart from her bore: In forreine landes; and all, which passen by, Which he perceiving, ever privily, Beholding it from farre doe think it threates the skye. In speaking, many false belgardes at her let fiy. “ The Troian Brute did first that citie fownd, So long these knightes discoursed diversly And lygate made the meare thereof by west, Of straunge affaires, and noble bardiment, And Overt-gate by north: that is the bound Which they had past with mickle jeopardy, Toward the land ; two rivers bownd the rest. That now the humid night was farforth spent, Sú huge a scope at first him seemed best,

And hevenly lampes were halfendeale ybrent: To be the compasse of his kingdomes seat: Which th' old man sceing wel, who too long thought So bage a mind could not in lesser rest,

Every discourse, and every argument, Ne in sınall meares containe his glory great, Which by the houres he measured, besought That Albion had conquered first by warlike feat." Them go to rest. So all unto their bowres were

“ Ah ! fairest lady-knight,” said Paridell,
“ Pardon I pray my heedlesse oversight,
Who had forgot that whylome I heard tell
From aged Mnemnon ; for my wits beene light.

Indeed he said, if I remember right,
That of the antique Trojan stocke there grew

Paridell rapeth Hellenore;
Another plant, that raught to wondrous hight,

Malbecco her poursewes ; And far abroad his mighty braunches threw

Fynds emongst Satyres, wbence with him Into the utmost angle of the world he knew.

To turne she doth refuse.

For that same Brute, whom much he did adraunce The morrow next, so soone as Phæbus lamp In all his speach, was Sylvius his sonne,

Bewrayed bad the world with early light, Whom having slainthroughluckles arrowes glaunce, And fresh Aurora had the shady damp He lied for feare of that he had misdonne, Out of the goodly Heven amoved quight, Or els for shame, so fowle reproch to shonne, Faire Britomart and that same Faery kuight And with bim ledd to sta an youthly trayne ; Cprose, forth on their journey for to wend : Where wearie wandring they long time did wonne, But Paridell complaynd, that his late fight And many fortunes prov'd in th' ocean mayne, With Britomart so sore did him offend, And great adventures tound, that now were long to That ryde he could not till his hurts he did amend. sayne.

So foorth they far'd; but he behind them stayd, “ At last by fatall course they driven were Maulgre his host, who grudged grivously Into an island spatious and brode,

To house a guest that would be needes obayd, The furthest north that did to them appeare: And of his owne hiin lefte not liberty: Which, after rest, they, seeking farre abrode, Might wanting measure moveth surquedry. Found it tbe fittest soyle for their abode,

Two things he feared, but the third was death; Fruitfull of all thinges fitt for living foode,

That fiers youngmans unruly maystery ; But wholy waste and void of peoples trode,

His money, which he lov'd as living breath; (eath. Save an huge nation of the yeaunts broode

And his faire wife, whom honest long he kept unThat fed on living flesh, and dronck mens vitall blood.

But patience perforce; he must abie “ Whom he, through wearie wars and labours long, what fortune and his fate on him will lay : Subdewd with losse of many Britons bold:

Fond is the feare that findes no remedie. In which the great Goëmagot of strong

Yet warily he watcheth every way,
Corineus, and Coulin of Debon old,

By which he feareth evill happen may ;
Were overtbrowne and laide on th' earth full cold, so th' evill thinkes by watching to prevent :
Which quaked under their so hideous masse: Ne doth he suffer her, nor pight nor day,
A famous history to bee enrold

Out of his sight herselfe once to absent : la everlasting moniments of brasse,

So doth he punish her, and eke himself torment. That all the antique worthies merits far did passe.

But Paridell kept better watch then hee, “ His worke great Troynovant, his worke is eke A fit occasion for his turne to finde. Faire Lincolne, both renowned far away;

False Love! why do men say thou canst not see, That who from east to west will endlong seeke, And in their foolish fancy feigne thee blinde, Cannot two fairer cities find this day,

That with thy charmes the sharpest sight doest Except Cleopolis ; so heard I say

Old Mnemon: therefore, sir, I greet you well And to thy will abuse? Thou walkest free,
Your countrey kin; and you entyrely pray And seest every secret of the minde;
Of pardon for the strife, which late befell

Thou seest all, yet none at all sees thee:
Betwixt us both unknowne." So ended Paridell. All that is by the working of thy deitee.

so perfect in that art was Paridell,

Darke was the evening, fit for lovers stealth. That he Malbeccoes halfen eye did wyle ;

When chaunst Malbecco busie be elsewhere, His halfen eye he wiled wondrous well,

She to his closet went, where all bis wealth And Hellenors both eyes did eke beguyle,

Lay hid; thereof she countlesse summes did reare, Both eyes and hart attonce, during the whyle The which she meant away with her to beare; That he there soiourned his woundes to heale; The rest she fyr'd, for sport or for despight: That Cupid selfe, it seeing, close did smyle As Hellene, when she saw aloft appeare To weet how he her love away did steale, (veale. The Trojane flaines and reach to Hevens hight, And bad that none their ioyous treason should re- Did clap her hands, and ioyed at that doleful sight; The leamed lover lost no time nor tyde

The second Hellene, fayre dame Hellenore, That least avantage mote to him afford,

The whiles her husband ran with sory raste Yet bore so faire a sayke, that none espyde To quench the flames which she had tyn'd before, His secret drift till he her layd abord.

Laught at his foolish labour spent in waste, Whenso in opeo place and commune bord And ran into her lovers armes right fast; He fortun'd her to meet, with commune speach Where streight embraced she to him did cry He courted her; yet bayted every word,

And call alowd for helpe, ere helpe were past;
That his ungentle hoste n'ote him appeach For lo! that guest did beare her forcibly,
Of vile ungentlenesse or hospitages breach. And meant to ravish her, that rather had to dy!
But when apart (if ever her apart

The wretched man hearing her call for ayd,
He found) then his false engins fast he plyde, And ready seeing him with her to fly,
And all the sleights unbosomd in his hart:

In his disquiet inind was much dismayd :
He sigh'd, he sobd, he swownd, be perdy dyde, But when againe he backward cast his eye,
And cast himselfe on ground her fast besyde: And saw the wicked fire so furiously
Tho, when againe he him bethought to live, Consume bis hart, and scorch his idoles face,
He wept, and wayld, and false laments belyde, He was therewith distressed diversely,
Sasing, but if she mercie would him give,

Ne wist he how to turne, nor to what place: That he mote algates dye, yet did his death forgive. Was never wretched man in such a wofull cace. And otherwhyles with amorous delights

Ay when to him she cryde, to her he turnd, And pleasing toyes he would her entertajne; And left the fire; love, money overcame: Now singing sweetly to surprize her sprights,

But when he marked how his money burnd, Now making layes of love, and lovers paine, He left his wife; money did love disclame: Bransles, ballads, virelages, and verses vaine ; Both was he loth to loose his loved dame, Oft purposes, oft riddles, he devysd,

And loth to leave bis liefest pelfe behinde; And thousands like which flowed in his braine, Yet, s'th he n'ote save both, he say'd that same With which he fed her fancy, and entysd

Which was the dearest to his donnghill minde, To take to his new love, and leave her old despysd. The god of bis desire, the ioy of misers blinde. And every where he might, and everie while Thus whilest all things in troublous uprore were, He did her service dewtifull, and sewd

And all men busie to suppresse the flame, At band with humble pride and pleasing guile; The loving couple neede no reskew feare, So closely yet, that none but she it vewd,

But leasure bad and liberty to frame Who well perceived all, and all indewd.

Their purpost flight, free from all mens reclame; Thus finely did he his false nets dispred,

And Night, the patronesse of love-stealth fayre, With which he many weake harts had subdewd Gave them safe conduct till to end they came; Of yore, and many had ylike misled :

So beene they gone yfere, a wanton payre What wonder then if she were likewise carried ? Of lovers loosely knit, where list them to repayre. No fort so fensible, no wals so strong,

Soone as the cruell fames yslaked were, But that continuall battery will rive,

Malbecco, sceing how his losse did lye, Or daily siege, through dispurvayaunce long Out of the flames which he had quenchit whylere, And lacke of reskewes, will to parley drive; Into huge waves of griefe and gealosye And peece, that unto parley eare will give, Full deepe emplonged was, and drowned nye Will shortly yield itselfe, and will be made Twixt inward doole and felonous despight: The vassall of the victors will bylive:

He ravd, he wept, he stampt, be lowd did cry; That strataveme had oftentimes assayd

And all the passions, that in man may light, This crafty paramoure, and now it plaine display'd: Did him attonce oppresse, and vex bis caytive

spright. Por through bis traines be her intrapped hath, That she her love and hart hath wholy sold Long thus he chawd the cud of inward griefe, To him without regard of gaine, or scath,

And did consume bis gall with anguish sore: Or care of credite, or of husband old,

Still when he mused on his late mischiefe, Whom she hath vow'd to dub a fayre cucquóld. Then still the smart thereof increased more, Nought wants but time and place, which shortly And seemd more grievous then it was before: shee

At last when sorrow he saw booted nought, Derized hath, and to her lover told.

Ne griefe might not his love to him restore, It pleased well: so well they both agree;

He gan devise how her be reskew mought ; Su readie rype to ill, ill wemens counsels bee! Ten thousand wayes he cast in his confused thought

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At last resolving, like a pilgrim pore,

“ What lady ?”— Ñan,” said Trompart, “ take To search her forth whereso she might be fond,

good hart, And bearing with him treasure in close store, And tell thy griefe, if any hidden lye: The rest he leaves in ground: so takes in hond Was never better time to shew thy smart To sceke her endlong both by sea and lond. Then now that noble succor is thee by, Long he her sought, he sought her far and nere, That is the whole worlds commune reinedy." And every where that he mote understond

That chearful word his weak heart much did cheare, Of knights and ladies any meetings were;

And with vaine hope his spirits faint supply, And of each one he mett he tidings did inquere. That bold he sayd: “O most redoubted pere,

Vouchsafe with mild regard a wretches cace to heare." But all in vaine; his woman was to wise Ever to come into his clouch againe,

Then sighing sore, “ It is not long,” saide hee, And hee too simple ever to surprise

“ Sith I enioyd the gentlest dame alive; The jolly Paridell, for all his paine.

Of whom a knight, (no knight at all perdee, One day, as he forpassed by the plaine

But shame of all that doe for honor strive) With weary pace, he far away espide

By treacherous deceipt did me deprive; A couple, seeming well to be his twaine,

Throagh open outrage he her bore away, Which hoved close under a forest side,

And with fowle force unto his will did drive; As if they lay in wait, or els themselves did hide. Which al good knights, that armes do bear this day,

Are bownd for to revenge and punish if they may. Well weened hee that those the same mote bee; And, as he better did their shape avize,

“And you, most noble lord, that can and dare Him seemed more their maner did agree;

Redresse the wrong of miserable wight, For th' one was armed all in warlike wize,

Cannot employ your most victorious speare Whom to be Paridell he did devize;

In better quarrell then defence of right, And th other, al yclad in garments light

And for a lady gainst a faithlesse knight: Discolourd like to womanish disguise,

So shall your glory be advaunced much, He did resemble to his lady bright;

And all faire ladies magnify your might, And ever his faint hart much earned at the sight: And eke myselfe, albee I simple such, [rich."

Your worthy paine shall wel reward with guerdon And ever faine he towards them would goe, But yet durst not for dread approchen nie,

With that, out of his bouget forth he drew But stood aloofe, unweeting what to doe;

Great store of treasure, therewith him to tempt; Till that prickt forth with loves extremity,

But he on it lookt scornefully askew, That is the father of fowle gealosy,

As much disdeigning to be so misdempt, He closely nearer crept the truth to weet:

Ora war-monger to be basely nempt; But, as he nigher drew, he easily

And sayd; “ Thy offers base I greatly loth, Might scene that it was not his sweetest sweet,

And eke thy words uncourteous and unkempt: Ne yet her belamour, the partner of his sheet:

I tread in dust thee and thy movey both; [wroth.

That, were it not for shame"-So turned from him But it was scornefull Braggadochio,

But Trompart, that his maistres humor knew That with his servant Trompart hoverd there,

In lofty looks to hide an humble minde, Sith late he fled from his too earnest foe:

Was inly tickled with that golden vew, Whom such whenas Malbecco spyed clere,

And in his eare him rownded close behinde: He turned backe, and would have fled arere;

Yet stoupt he not, but lay still in the winde, Till Trompart, ronning hastely, him did stay And bad before his soveraine lord appere :

Waiting advauntage on the pray to sease ;

Till Trompart, lowly to the grownd inclinde, That was him loth, yet durst he not gainesay,

Besought him his great corage to appease, And comming him before low louted on the lay.

And pardon simple man that rash did him displease. The boaster at him sternely bent his browe, Big looking like a doughty doucëpere, As if he could have kild him with his looke, At last he thus; " Thou clod of vilest clay, That to the ground him meckely made to bowe,

I pardon yield, and with thy rudenes beare; And awfull terror deepe into him strooke,

But weete henceforth, that all that golden pray, That every member of his body quooke.

And all that els the vaine world vaunten may, Said he, « Thou man of nought! what doest thou I loath as doung, ne deeme my dew reward: Unfitly furnisht with thy bag and booke, [here Fame is my meed, and glory vertuous pay: Where I expected one with shield and spere But minds of mortall men are muchell mard (gard. To prove some deeds of armes upon an equall pere ?" And mov'd amisse with massy mucks unmeet reThe wretched man at his imperious speach “ And more; I graunt to thy great misery Was all abasht, and low prostrating said;

Gratious respect; thy wife shall backe be sent: " Good sir, let not my rudenes be no breach And that vile knight, whoever that he bee, Unto your patience, ne be ill ypaid;

Which bath thy lady reft and knighthood shent, For I unwares this way by fortune straid,

By Sanglamort my sword, whose deadly dent A silly pilgrim driven to distresse,

The blood hath of so many thousands shedd, That seeke a lady'-There he suddein staid, I sweare ere long shall dearely it repent; And did the rest with grievous sighes suppresse, Ne he twixt Heven and Earth sball hide his hedd, While teares stood in his cies, few drops of bitter- But soone he shall be fownd, and shortly doen be



The foolish man thereat wore wondrous blith, They all agree, and forward them addrest:
As if the word so spoken were halfe donne,

“ Ah ! but,” said crafty Trompart, “weete ye well, Aud humbly thanked him a thousand sith

That yonder in that wastefull wildernesse That bad from death to life him newly wonne. Huge monsters haunt, and many dangers dwell; Tho forth the boaster marching brave begonne Dragons, and minotaures, and feendes of Hell, His stolen steed to thunder furiously,

And many wilde woodmen which robbe and rend As if he Heaven and Hell would over-ronne, All traveilers; therefore advise ye well, And all the world confound with cruelty;

Before ye enterprise that way to wend : That much Malbecco ioyed in his iollity.

One may his iourney bring too soone to evill end."

Thus long they three together traveiled,

Malbecco stopt in great astonishment, Through many a wood and many an uncouth way, And, with pale eyes fast fixed on the rest, To seeke his wife that was far wandered :

Their counsell cravid in daunger imminent. But those two sought nought but the present pray, Said Trompart; “ You, that are the most opprest To Feete, the treasure which he did bewray, With burdein of great treasure, I thinke best On which their eies and harts were wholly sett, Here for to stay in safëtie behynd : With purpose how they might it best betray; My lord and I will search the wide forest." Por, sith the howre that first he did them lett That counsell pleased not Malbeccoes mynd; The same behold, therwith their keene desires were For he was much afraid himselfe alone to fynd. whett.

" Then is it best,” said he, “ that ye doe leave It fortnned, as they together far'd,

Your treasure here in some security,
They spide where Paridell came pricking fast Either fast closed in some hollow greave,
Upon the plaine, the which himselfe prepar'd Or buried in the ground from jeopardy,
To giust with that brave straunger knight a cast, Till we returne agaiae in safety:
As on adventure by the way he past :

As for us two, least doubt of us ye have,
Alone he rode without his paragone ;

Hence farre away we will blyndfolded ly, For, having filcht her bells, her up he cast Ne priry bee unto your treasures grave.” [brave. To the wide world, and lett her fly alone;

It pleased; so he did: then they march forward He nould be clogd: so had he served many one.

Now when amid the thickest woodes they were, The gentle lady, loose at randon lefte,

They heard a noyse of many bagpipes shrill, The greene-wood long did walke, and wander wide | And shrieking hububs them approching nere, At wilde adventure, like a forlorne wefte;

Which all the forest did with horrour fill: Till on a day the Satyres her espide

That dreadfull sound the bosters hart did thrill Straying alone withouten groome or guide:

With such amazment, that in hast he fledd, Her up they tooke, and with them home her ledd, Ne ever looked back for good or ill; With them as housewife ever to abide, [bredd ; And after him eke fearefull Trompart spedd : To milk their gotes, and make them cheese and The old man could not fly, but fell to ground half And every one as commune good her hande!ed :

dedd : That shortly she Malbecco has forgott,

Yet afterwardes, close creeping as he might, And eke sir Paridell all were he deare;

He in a bush did hyde his fearefull hedd. Who from her went to seeke another lott,

The jolly Satyres full of fresh delight And now by fortune was arrived here,

Came dauncing forth, and with them nimbly ledd Where those two gailers with Malbecco were. Faire Helenore with girlonds all bespredd, Soone as the old man saw sir Paridell,

Whom their May-lady they had newly made: He fainted, and was almost dead with feare, Shee, proude of that new honour which they redd, Ne sord he had to speake his griefe to tell, And of their lovely fellowship full glade, But to him louted low, and greeted goodly well; Dannst lively, and her face did with a lawrell shade. And, after, asked him for Hellenore:

The silly man that in the thickett lay “ I take no keepe of her,” sayd Paridell,

Saw all this goodly sport, and grieved sore; * She wonneth in the forrest there before.” Yet durst be not against it doe or say, So forth he rode as his adventure fell;

But did his hart with bitter thoughts engore, The whiles the boaster from bis loftie sell

To see th' unkindnes of his Hellenore. Favnd to alight, something amisse to mend; All day they daunced with great lustyhedd, But the fresh swayne would not his leasure dwell, And with their horned feet the greene gras wore; But went his way; whom when he passed kend, The whiles their gotes upon the brouzes fedd, He up remounted light, and after faind to wend. Till drouping Phæbus gan to hyde his golden bedd. " Perdy nay,” said Malbecco, “shall ye not; Tho up they gan their mery pypes to trusse, But let him passe as lightly as he came:

And all their goodly heardes did gather rownd; For litle good of him is to be got,

But every Satyre first did give a busse And mickle perill to bee put to shame.

To Hellenore; so busses did abound. But let us goe to seeke my dearest dame,

Now gan the humid vapour shed the grownd Whom he hath left in yonder forest wyld:

With perly deaw, and th' Earthës gloomy shade Por of her safety in great doubt I ame,

Did dim the brightnesse of the welkin rownd, Least salvage beastes her person have despoyld: That every bird and beast awarned made [invade. Then allthe world is lost, and we in vaine have toyld!" To shrowd themselves, while sleep their sences did

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