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Which when Malbecco saw, out of the bush Ne stayd he, till be came unto the place
That who so straungely had him seene bestadd,
Ne banck nor bush could stay him, when he spedd Who all the night did mind his ioyous play: His nimble feet, as treading still on thorne: Nine times he heard him come aloft ere day, Griefe, and Despight, and Gealosy, and Scorne, That all his bart with geaiosy did swell;
Did all the way him follow hard bebynd; But yet that nights ensample did bewray
And he himselfe himselfe loath'd so torlorne, That not for nought his wife them lovd so well, So shamefully forlorne of womankynd: When one so oft a night did ring his matins bell. That, as a snake, still lurked in his wounded mynd
So closely as he could he to them crept,
Still fed he forward, looking baćkward still; When wearie of their sport to sleepe they fell, Ne stayd his flight nor fearefull agony And to his wife, that now full soundly slept, Till that he came unto a rocky hill He whispered in her eare, and did her tell, Over the sea suspended dreadfully, That it was he which by her side did dwell; That living creature it would terrify And therefore prayd her wake to heare him plaine. To looke adowne, or upward to the bight: As one out of a dreame not waked well
From thence he threw himselfe dispiteously, She turnd her, and returned backe againe : All desperate of his fore-damned spright, Yet her for to awake he did the more constraine. That seemd no help for him was left in living sight.
At last with irkesom trouble she abrayd;
But, through long anguish and selfe-murd'ring And then perceiving, that it was indeed
He was so wasted and forpined quight, [thought, Her old Malbecco, which did her upbrayd
That all his substance was consum'd to nought, With loosenesse of her love and loathly deed, And nothing left but like an aery spright; She was astonisht with exceeding dreed,
That on the rockes he fell so flit and light, And would have wakt the Satyre by her syde; That he thereby receiv'd no hurt at all; But he her prayd, for mercy or for meed,
But chaunced on a craggy cliff to light; To save his life, ne let him be descryde,
Whence he with crooked clawes so long did crall, But hearken to his lore, and all his counsell hyde. That at the last he found a cave with entrance small:
Tho gan he her perswade to leave that lewd
Into the same he creepes, and thenceforth there
ope he keepes for that occasion;
He wooed her till day-spring he espyde;
Ne erer is he wont on ought to feed
Matter of doubt and dread suspitious,
That doth with curelesse care consume the hart, Out of the ruddy east was fully reard,
Corrupts the stomacke with gall ritious, The heardes out of their foldes were loosed quight, Cross-cuts the liver with internall smart,
[dart. And he emongst the rest crept forth in sory plight. And doth transfixe the soule with deathes eternall
So soone as he the prison-dore did pas,
Yet can he never dye, but dying lives,
That death and life attonce unto him gives,
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine. That creeping close amongst the hives to reare There dwels he ever, miserable swaine, An hony-combe, the wakefull dogs espy,
Hatefull both to himselfe and every wight; And him assayling sore his carkas teare,
Where he, through privy griefe and horrour paine, That hardly be with life away does fly,
Is.woxen so deform'd, that he has quight Ne stayes, till safe himselfe he see from ieopardy. Forgut he was a man, and Gelosy is highte
Fayre Britomart so long him followed,
That she at last came to a fountaine sheare, CANTO XI.
By which there lay a knight all wallowed
Upon the grassy ground, and by him neare
His haberieon, his helmet, and his speare :
A little oíf, his shield was rudely throwne,
On which the winged boy in colours cleare
Depeincted was, full easie to be knowne,
And he thereby, wherever it in field was showne. O HATEFULL hellish snake! what Furie furst His face upon the grownd did groveling ly, Brought thee from balefall house of Proserpine, As if he had beene slombring in the shade; Where in her bosome she thee long had nurst, That the brave mayd would not for courtesy And fostred up with bitter milke of tine;
Out of his quiet slomber him abrade, Fowle Gealosy! that turnest love divine
Nor seeme 100 suddein!y him to invade : To joylesse dread, and mak'st the loving hart Still as she stood, she heard with grievous throb With hatefull thonghts to languish and to pine, Him grone, as if his hart were peeces made, And feed itselfe with selfe-consuming smart, And with most painefull pangs to sigh and sob, Of all the passions in the mind thou vilest art ! That pitty did the virgins hart of patience rob. O let him far be banished away,
At last forth breaking into bitter plaintes And in his stead let Love for ever dwell !
He sayd; “O soverayne Lord, that sit'st on hye Sweete Love, that doth his golden wings embay And raingst in blis emongst thy blessed Saintes, • In blessed pectar and pure Pleasures well, How suffrest thru such shamefull cruelty, Untroubled of vile feare or bitter fell.
So long unwreaked of thine enimy! And ye, faire ladies, that your kingdomes make Or hast thou, Lord, of good mens cause no heed? In th' harts of men, them governe wisely well, Or doth thy justice sleepe and silent ly? And of faire Britomart ensample take,
What booteth then the good and righteous deed, That was as trew in love as turtle to her make. If goodnesse find no grace, nor righteousnesse no
meed ! Who with sir Satyrane, as earst ye red, Forth ryding from Malbeccoes hostlesse hous, “ If good find grace, and righteousnes reward, Far off aspyde a young man, the which fed Why then is Amoret in caytive band, From an huge geaupt, that with hideous
Sith that more bounteous creature never far'd And hatefull outrage long him chaced thus ; On foot upon the face of living land? It was that Ollyphant, the brother deare
Or if that hevenly iustice may withstand Of that Argantè vile and vitions,
The wrongfull outrage of unrighteous men, From whom the Squyre of Dames was reft whylere; Why then is Busirane with wicked hand This all as bad as she, and worse, if worse ought Suffred, these seven monethes day, in secret den were.
My lady and my love so cruelly lo pen? For as the sister did in feminine
“My lady and my love is cruelly pend And filthy lust exceede all womankinde ; In dolefull darkenes from the vew of day, So be surpassed his sex masculine,
Whilest deadly torments due her chast brest rend, In beastly use, all that I ever finde :
And the sharpe steele doth rive her hart in tway, Whom when as Britomart beheld behinde
All for she Scudamore will not denay. The fearefull boy so greedily poursew,
Yet thou, vile man, vile Scudamore, art sound, She was em moved in her noble minde
Ne canst her ayde, ne canst her foe dismay; T employ her puissaunce to his reskew,
Unworthy wretch to tread upon the ground, And pricked fiercely forward where she did him vew. For whom so faire a lady feeles so sore a wound.” Ne was sir Satyrane her far behinde,
There an huge heape of singulfes did oppresse But with like fiercenesse did ensew the chace : His strugling soule, and swelling throbs empeach Whom when the gyaunt saw, he soone resinde His foltring toung with pangs of drerinesse, His former suit, and from them fled apace: Choking the remnant of his plaintife speach, They after both, and boldly bad him bace, As if his dayes were come to their last reach. And each did strive the other to outgoe;
Which when she heard, and saw the ghastly fit But he them both outran a wondrous space, Threatning into his life to make a breach, For he was long, and swift as any roe,
Both with great ruth and terrour she was smit, And now made better speed t'escape his feared foe. Fearing least from her cagethewearie soulewould fit. It was not Satyrane, whom he did feare,
Tho, stouping downe, she him amoved light; Bat Britomart the flowre of chastity;
Who, therewith somewhat starting, up gan looke, For he the powre of chaste hands might not beare, And seeing him behind a stranger knight, Bat alwayes did their dread encounter fly: Whereas no living creature he mistooke, And now so fast his feet he did apply,
With great indignaunce be that sight forsooke, That be gas gotten to a forrest neare,
And, downe againe himselfe disdainefully Where he is shrowded in security.
Abiecting, th' earth with his faire forhead strooke: The wood they enter, and search everie where; Which the bold virgin seeing, gan apply They searched diversely; so both divided were. Fit medcine to his griefe, and spake thus courtesly:
Ah! gentle knight, whose deepe-conceived griefe, There they dismounting drew their weapons bold,
But in the porch, that did them sore amate,
A flaming fire ymixt with smouldry smoke Then vertues might and values confidence: And stinking sulphure, that with griesly hate For who nill bide the burden of distresse, (nesse. And dreadfull horror did all ențraunce choke, Must not here thinke to live; for life is wretched - Enforced them their forward footing to revoke. “ Therefore, faire sir, doe comfort to you take, Greatly thereat was Britomart dismayd, And freely read what wicked felon so
Ne in that stownd wist how herselfe to beare; Hath outrag'd you, and thrald your gentle make. For daunger vaine it were to have assayd Perhaps this hand may help to ease your woe, That cruell element, which all things feare, And wreake your sorrow on your cruell foe; Ne none can suffer to approachen neare: At least it faire endevour will apply.”
And, turning backe to Scudamour, thus sayd; Those feeling words so neare the quicke did goe, “ What monstrous enmity provoke we heare That up his head he reared easily ;
Foolhardy as th’ Earthes children, the which made And, leaning on bis elbowe, these few words lett fy: Batteill against the gods, so we a god invade. “ What boots it plaine that cannot be redrest, Daunger without discretion to attempt, And sow vaine sorrow in a fruitlesse eare;
Inglorious, beast-like, is: therefore, sir Knight, Sith powre of hand, nor skill of learned brest, Aread what course of you is safest dempt, Ne worldly price, cannot redeeme my deare And how we with our foe may come to fight." Out of her thraldome and continuall feare!
This is,” quoth he,“ the dolorous despight, For he, the tyrant, which her hath in ward Which earst to you I playnd : for neither may By strong enchauntments and blacke magicke leare, This fire be quencht by any witt or might, Hath in a dungeon deepe her close embard, Ne yet by any meanes remov'd away; And many dreadfull feends hath pointed to her gard. So mighty be th' enchauntients which the same
“ There he tormenteth her most terribly,
Faire Amorett must dwell in wicked chaines,
“Perdy not so,” saide shee; “ for shameful thing Till so she doe, she must in doole remaine,
Yt were t'abandon noble chevisaunce, Ne may by living meanes be thence relest: For shewe of perill, without venturing : What boots it then to plaine that cannot be redrest!" Rather, let try extremities of chaunce
Then enterprised praise for dread to disavaunce." With this sad hersall of his heavy stresse The warlike damzell was empassiond sore, Therewith, resolv'd to prove her utmost might, And sayd; “Sir Knight, your cause is nothing lesse Her ample shield she threw before her face, Then is your sorrow certes, if not more;
And her swords point directing forward right For nothing so much pitty doth implore
Assayld the flame; the which eftesoones gave place, As gentle ladyes helplesse misery :
And did itselfe divide with equall space, But yet, if please ye listen to my lore,
That through she passed; as a thonder-bolt I will, with proofe of last extremity,
Perceth the yielding ayre, and doth displace Deliver her fro thence, or with her for you dy." The soring clouds into sad showres ymolt;
So to her yold the flames, and did their force revolt. “ Ah! gentlest knight alive," sayd Scudamore, “ What huge heroicke magnanimity [more, Whom whenas Scudamour saw past the fire Dwells in thy bounteous brest? what couldst thou Safe and untoucht, he likewise gan assay If shee were thine, and thou as now am I? With greedy will and envious desire, O spare thy happy daies, and them apply And bad the stubborne tlames to yield him way : To better boot, but let me die that ought; But cruell Mulciber would not obay More is more losse ; one is enough to dy!" His threatfull pride, but did the more augment “ Life is not lost,” said she, “ for which is bought His mighty rage, and with imperious sway Endlesse renowm; that, more then death, is to be Him forst, maulgre his ferceness, to relent, sought.”
And backe retire all scorcht and pitifully brent.
Then for the burning torment which he felt;
Did beat and bounse his head and brest full sore :
For, round about, the walls yclothed were
In Satyres shape Antiopa he snatcht; With goodly arras of great maiesty,
And like a fire, when he Aegin' assayd: Woven with gold and silke so close and nere A shepeheard, when Mnemosyne he catcht; That the rich metall lurked privily,
And like a serpent to the Thracian mayd. [playd, As faining to be bidd from envious eye;
Whyles thus on Earth great love these pageaunts Yet here, and there, and every where, unwares The winged boy did thrust into his throne, It shewd itseife and shone unwillingly;
And, scoffing, thus unto his mother sayd; Like to a discolourd snake, whose hidden snares “ Lo! now the Hevens obey to me alone, [gone." Through the greene gras his long bright burnisht And take me for their love, whiles love to Earth is back declares.
And thou, faire Phæbus, in thy colours bright And in those tapets weren fashioned
Wast there enwoven, and the sad distresse Many faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate;
In which that boy thee plonged, for despight And all of love, and ai of lusty-hed,
That thou bewray'dst his mothers wantonnesse, As seemed by their sernblaunt, did entreat:
When she with Mars was meynt in ioyfulnesse: And eke all Cupids warres they did repeate,
Forthy he thrild thee with a leaden dart And cruell battailes, which he whilome fought
To love fair Daphne, which thee loved lesse; Gainst all the gods to make his empire great;
Lesse she thee lov'd than was thy just desart, Besides the huge massacres, which he wrought
Yet was thy love her death, and her death was thy
smart. On mighty kings and kesars into thraldome brought.
So lovedst thou the lasty Hyacinct; Therein was writt how often thondring love
So lovedst thou the faire Coronis deare: Had felt the point of his hart-percing dart,
Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct; And, leaving Heavens kingdome, here did rove
Yet both in flowres doe live, and love thee beare, In straunge disguize, to sake his scalding smart; Now, like a ram, faire Helle to pervart,
The one a paunce, the other a sweete-loreare:
For griefe whereof, ye mote have lively seene
The god himselfe rending his golden heare,
And breaking quite his garlond ever greene,
With other signes of sorrow and impatient teene.
Both for those two, and for his owne deare sonne, Soone after that, into a golden showre
The sonne of Climene, he did repent;
And all the world with flashing fiër brent;
And love a shepheards daughter for his de arest dame. Whenas the god to golden hew himselfe transfard.
He loved Isse for his dearest dame, Then was he turnd into a snowy swan,
And for her sake her cattell fedd awhile, To win faire Leda to his lovely trade:
And for her sake a cowheard vile became: O wondrous skill, and sweet wit of the man, The servant of Admetus, cowheard vile, That her in daffadillies sleeping made
Whiles that from Heaven he suffered exile Prom scorching heat her daintie limbes to shade!
Long were to tell his other lovely fitt; Whiles the proud bird, ruffing his fethers wyde Now, like a iyon hunting after spoile; And brusbing his faire brest, did her invade,
Now, like a hag; now, like a faulcou flit: She slept; yet (wixt her eielids closely spyde All which in that faire arras was most lively writ. How towards her he rusht, and smiled at his pryde.
Next unto him was Neptune pictured, Then shewd it how the Thebane Semelee,
In his divine resemblaunce wondrous lyke : Deceird of gealous (uno, did require
His face was rugged, and his hoarie hed To see him in his soverayne ma’estee
Dropped with brackish deaw; bis threeforkt pyke Armd with his thunderbolts and lightning fire, He stearnly shooke, and therewith fierce did stryke Whens dearely she with death bought her desire. The raging billowes, that on every syde But faire Alcmena better match did make,
They trembling stood, and made a long broad dyke, loying his love in likenes more entire:
That his swift charet might have passage wyde Three nights in one they say that for her sake
Which foure great bippodames did draw in temeHe then did put, her pleasures leuger to partake.
wise tyde. Twice was be seene in soaring eagles shape, His seahorses did seeme to snort amayne, And with wide winges to beat the buxome ayre:
And from their nosethrilles blow the brynie streame, Once, when he with Asterie did scape;
That made the sparckling waves to smoke agayne Againe, whenas the Trojane boy so fayre
And flame with gold; but the white fomy creame He snatcht from Ida hill, and with him bare: Did shine with silver, and shoot forth his beame: Wondrous delight it was there to behould
The god himselfe did pensive seeme and sad, How the rude shepheards after him did stare, And hong adowne his head as he did dreame; Trembling through feare least down he fallen should, For privy love his brest empierced had, And often to him calling to take surer hould. Ne ought but deare Bisaltis ay could make him glad. He loved eke Iphimedia deare,
And underneath his feet was written thus, And Aeolus faire daughter, Arnè hight,
Unto the victor of the gods this bee : For whom he turnd himselfe into a steare,
And all the people in that ample hous And fedd on fodder to beguile her sight.
Did to that image bowe their humble knee, Also, to win Deucalions daughter bright,
And oft committed fowle idolatree. He turnd himselfe into a dolphin fayre ;
That wondrous sight faire Britomart amazd, And, like a winged horse, he tooke his flight Ne seeing could her wonder satisfie, To snaky-locke Medu a to repayre, [ayre. But ever more and more upon it gazd, [dazd. On whom he got faire Pegasus that flitteth in the The whiles the passing brightnes her fraile sences Next Saturne was, (but who would ever weene
Tho, as she backward cast her busie eye That sullein Saturne ever weend to love?
To search each secrete of that goodly sted, Yet love is sullein, and Satúrnlike scene,
Over the dore thus written she did spye, As he did for Erigone it prove,)
Bee bold : she oft and oft it over-red, That to a centaure did himselfe transmove.
Yet could not find what sence it figured : So proov'd it eke that gratious god of wine,
But whatso were therein or writ or ment, When, for to compasse Philliras hard love,
She was no whit thereby discouraged He turnd himselfe into a fruitfull vine,
Prom prosecuting of hier first intent, [went. And into her faire bosome made his grapes decline. But forward with bold steps into the next roome
Much fayrer then the former was that roome, Long were to tell the amorous assayes,
And richlier, by many partes, arayd;
For not with arras made in painefull loome,
But with pure gold it all was overlayd, (playd
Wrought with wilde antickes which their follies For many other nymphes, he sore did shreek;
In the rich metall, as they living were: With womanish teares, and with unwarlike smarts,
A thousand monstrous formes therein were made, Privily moystening his horrid cheeke:
Such as false Love doth oft upon him weare; There was be painted full of burning dartes, And many wide woundes launched through his For Love in thousand monstrous formes doth oft apinner partes.
And, all about, the glistring walles were hong Ne did he spare (so cruell was the Elfe)
With warlike spoiles and with victorious prayes His owne deare mother, (ah! why should he so ?)
Of mightie conquerours and captaines strong, Ne did he spare sometime to pricke himselfe,
Which were whilóme captived in their dayes That he might taste the sweet consuming woe,
To cruell Love, and wrought their owne decayes: Which he had wrought to many others moe.
Their swerds and speres were broke, and hauberques But, to declare the mournfull tragedyes
rent, And spoiles wherewith he all the ground did strow, and their proud girlonds of tryumphant bayes More eath to number with how many eyes Troden in dust with fury insolent, High Heven beholdes sad lovers nigKtly theeveryes. To shew the victors might and merciless intent. Kings, queenes, lords, ladies, knights, and damsels The warlike mayd, bcholding carnestly Were heap'd together with the vulgar sort, [gent, The goodly ordinaunce of this rich place, And mingled with the raskall rablement,
Did greatly wonder; ne could satisfy Without respect of person or of port,
Her greedy eyes with gazing a long space:To shew Dan Cupids powre and great effort: But more she mervaild that no footings trace And round about a border was entrayld
Nor wight appeard, but wastefull emptiness Of broken bowes and arrowes shivered short;
And solemne silence over all that place: And a long bloody river through them rayld,
Straunge thing it seem'd, that none was to possesse So lively, and so like, that living sence it fayld.
So rich purveyaunce, ne them keepe with carefulAnd at the upper end of that faire rowme There was an altar built of pretious stone
And, as she lookt about, she did behold Of passing valew and of great renowme,
Ilow over that same dore was likewise writ, On which there stood an image all alone
Be bolde, Be boule, and every where, Be bold; Of massy gold, which with his owne light shone ; That much she muz'd, yet could not construe it And winges it had with sondry colours dight, By any ridling skill or commune wit. More sondry colours then the proud pavone At last she spyde at that rowmes upper end Beares in his boasted fan, or Iris bright,
Another yron dore, on which was writ, When her discolourd bow she spreds through Heven Be not too bold; whereto though she did bend (tend. bright.
Her earnest minde, yet wist not what it might in. Blyndfold he was; and in his cruell fist
Thus she there wayted untill eventyde, A mortall bow and arrowes keene did hold, Yet living creature none she saw appeare. With which be shot at randon when him list, And now sad shadowes gan the world to hyde Some headed with sad lead, some with pure gold; From mortall vew, and wrap in darkenes dreare; (Ah! man, beware how thou those dartes behold!) Yet nould she d'off her weary armes, for feare À wounded dragon under him did ly,
Of secret daunger, ne let sleepe oppresse Whose hideous tayle his lefte foot did enfold, Her heavy eyes with natures burdein dearc, And with a shaft was shot through either eye, But drew herselfe aside in sickernesse, That no man forth might draw, ne no man remedye and her welpointed wepons did about her dresse.