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Whereof full blith eftsoones his mightie hand Thereto she learned was in magicke leare,
Having therein bene trained many a yeare,
And, as she passed through th' unruly preace Yet still that direfull stroke kept on his way, Of people thronging thicke her to behold, And, falling heavie on Cambelloes crest,
Her angrie teame breaking their bonds of peace Strooke him so hugely that in swowne he lay, Great heapes of them, like sheepe in narrow fold, And in his head an hideous wound imprest : For hast did over-runne in dust enrould ; And sure, had it not happily found rest
That, thorough rude confusion of the rout, Upon the brim of his brode-plated shield,
Some fearing shriekt, some being harmed hould, It would have cleft his braine down to his brest : Some laught for sport, some did for wonder shout, So both at once fell dead upon the field,
And some, that would seeme wise, their wonder turnd And each to other seemd the victorie to yield.
to dout. Which whenas all the lookers-on beheld,
In her right hand a rod of peace shee bore,
And both were with one olive garland crownd; All suddenly they both upstarted light,
(Like to the rod which Majas sonne doth wield, The one out of the swownd which him did blend, Wherewith the hellish fiends he doth confound;) The other breathing now another spright;
And in her other hand a cup she hild, And fiercely each assayling gan afresh to fight. The which was with nepenthe to the brim upfild. Long while they then continued in that wize,
Nepenthe is a drinck of soverayne grace, As if but then the battell had begonne:
Devized by the gods to asswage Strokes, wounds, wards, weapons, all they did de- Harts grief, and bitter gall away to chace Ne either car'd to ward, or perill shonne, (spise; Which stirs up anguish and contentious rage: Desirous both to have the battell donne;
Instead thereof sweet peace and quiet age Ne either cared life to save or spill,
It doth establish in the troubled mynd. Ne which of them did winne, ne which were wonne; Few men, but such as sober are and sage, So wearie both of fighting had their fill,
Are by the gods to drinck thereof assynd; That life itselfe seemd loathsome, and long safetieill. But such as drinck, eternall happinesse do fynd. Whilst thus the case in doubtfull ballance hong,
Such famous men, such worthies of the Earth, Unsure to whether side it would incline,
As love will have advaunced to the skie, And all mens eyes and hearts, which there among
And there made gods, though borne of inortall berth, Stood gazing, filled were with rufull tine
For their high merits and great dignitie, And secret feare, to see their fatall fine;
Are wont, before they may to Heaven flie, All suddenly they heard a troublous noyes,
To drincke thereof; whereby all cares forepast That seemd some perilous tumult to desine,
Are washt away quite from their memorie:
So did those olde heroës hereof taste, Confus'd with womeus cries and shouts of boyes,
[plaste. Such as the troubled theatres ofttimes annoyes.
Before that they in blisse amongst the gods were
Much more of price and of more gratious powre Thereat the champions both stood still a space, Is this, then that same water of Ardenne, To weeten what that sudden clamour ment:
The which Rinaldo drunck in happie howre, Lol where they spyde with speedie whirling pace Described by that famous Tuscane penne; One in a charet of straunge furniment
For that had might to change the hearts of men Towards them driving like a storme out sent.
Fro love to hate, a change of evill choise: The charet decked was in wondrous wize
But this doth hatred make in love to brenne, With gold and many a gorgeous ornament,
And heavy heart with comfort doth rejoyce. After the Persian monarchis antique guize,
Who would not to this vertue rather yeeld bis voice! Such as the maker selfe could best by art devize.
At last arriving by the listës side And drawne it was that wonder is to tell)
Shee with her rod did softly smite the raile, Of two grim lyons, taken from the wood
Which straight flew ope and gave her way to ride. In which their powre all others did excell,
Eftsoones out of her coch she gan availe, Now made forget their former cruell mood, And pacing fairely forth did bid all haile Tobey their riders hest, as seemed good:
First to her brother whom she loved deare, And therein sate a lady passing faire
That so to see him made her heart to quaile; And bright, that seemed borne of angels brood; And next to Cambell, whose sad ruefull cheare And, with her beautie, bountie did compare, (share. Made her to change her hew, and hidden lovet’apWhether of them in her should have the greater
They lightly her requit, (for small delight
Satyrane makes a turneyment
For love of Florimell : From blouddy strife; and, blessed peace to seeke,
Britomart winnes the prize from all, By all that urto them was deare did them beseeke.
And Artegall doth quell. But whenas all might nought with them prevaile,
It often fals, (as here it earst befell) She smote them lightly with her powrefull wand:
That mortall foes doe turne to faithfull frends, Then suddenly, as if their hearts did faile, Their wrathfull blades downe fell out of their band, The cause of both of both their minds depends ;
And friends profest are chaungd to foemen fell : And they, like men astonisht, still did stand. Thus whilest their minds were doubtfully distraught, for enmitie, that of no ill proceeds
And th' end of both likewise of both their ends: And mighty spirites bound with inightier band, Her golden cup to them for drinke she raught,
But of occasion, with th' occasion ends; Whereof, full glad for thirst, ech drunk an harty Without regard of good, dyes like ill-grounded seeds
And friendship, which a faint affection breeds draught:
That well (me seemes) appeares by that of late Of which so soone as they once tasted had, Wonder it is that sudden change to see:
Twixt Cainbell and sir Triamond befell;
As als by this; that now a new debate Instead of strokes, each other kissed glad,
Stird up twixt Blandamour and Paridelt, And lovely haulst, froin feare of treason free,
The which by course befals me here to tell :
Who, having those two other knights espide
Marching afore, as ye remember well,
Sent forth their squire to have them both descride, For passing ioy, which so great marvaile brings,
And eke those masked ladies riding them beside. They all gan shout aloud, that all the Heaven rings.
Who backe returning told, as he had seene, All which when gentle Canacee beheld,
That they were doughtie knights of dreaded vame; In hast she from her lofty chaire descended,
And those two ladies their two loves unseene; To weet what sudden tidings was befeld :
And therefore wisħt them without blot or blame Where when she saw that cruell war so ended,
To let them passe at will, for dread of shame. And deadly foes so faithfully affrended,
But Blandamour full of vain-glorious spright, In lovely wise she gan that lady greet,
And rather stird by his discordfull dame, Which had so great dismay so well amended ;
Upon them gladly would have prov'd his might, And, entertaining her with curt’sies meet,
But that he yet was sore of his late lucklesse fight, Profest to her true friendship and affection sweet. Thus when they all accorded goodly were,
Yet nigh approching he them fowle bespake,
Disgracing them, himselfe thereby to grace, The trumpets sounded, and they all arose,
As was his wont; so weening way to make Thence to depart with glee and gladsome chere.
To ladies love, whereso he came in place, Those warlike champions both together chose
And with lewd termes their lovers to deface. Homeward to march, themselves there to repose :
Whose sharpe provokement them incenst so sore, And wise Cambina, taking by her side
That both were bent t'avenge his usage base, Faire Canacee as fresh as morning rose,
And gan their shields addresse themselves afore: Unto her coch remounting, home did ride,
For evill deedes may better then bad words be boren Admir'd of all the people and much glorifide. Where making ioyous feast their daies they spent
But faire Cambina with perswasions myld In perfect love, devoide of hatefull strife,
Did mitigate the fiercenesse of their mode, Allide with bands of mutuall couplement;
That for the present they were reconcyi'd, For Triamond had Canacee to wife,
And gan to treate of deeds of armes abrode, With whom he ledd a long and happie life;
And strange adventures, all the way they rode: And Cambel tooke Cambina to his fere,
Amongst the which they told, as then befell, The which as life were each to other liefe.
Of that great turney which was blazed brode, So all alike did love, and loved were,
For that rich girdle of faire Florimell, That since their days such lovers were not found The prize of her which did in beautie most excell. elsvere.
To which folke-mote they all with one consent,
Him weening, ere he nigh approcht, to have represt. VOL III.
Which th' other seeing gan his course relent, There this faire crew arriving did divide
But boastful Braggadochio rather chose,
That men on him the more might gaze alone. His roving eie did on the lady glance
The rest themselves in troupes did else: dispose, Which Blandamour had riding by his side: [eide. Like as it seemed best to every one; [attooe. Whom sure he weend that he somewheretofore had | The knights in couples marcht with ladies linckt It was to weete that snowy Florimell,
Then first of all forth came sir Satyrane, Which Ferrau late from Braggadochio wonne; Bearing that precious relicke in an arke Whom he now seeing, her remembred well, Of gold, that bad eyes might it not prophane; How having reft her from the witches sonne, Which drawing softly forth out of the darke, He soone her lost : wherefore he now begunne He open shewd, that all men it mote marke; To challenge her anew, as bis owne prize,
A gorgeous girdle, curiously embost Whom formerly he had in battell wonne,
With pearle and precious stone,worth many a marke; And proffer made by force her to reprize : Yet did the workmanship farre passe the cost : Which scornefull offer Blandamonr gan soone de. It was the same which lately Florimel had lost. spize ;
The same alofte he hung in open vew,
The eyes of all, allur'd with close delight,
That all men threw out vowes and wishes vaine. Together with this hag beside her set,
Thrise happie ladie, and thrise happie knight, That whoso winnes her may her have by right; Them seems that could so goodly riches gaine, But he shall have the bag that is ybet,
So worthie of the perill, worthy of the paine. And with her alwaies ride, till he another get."
Then tooke the bold sir Satyrane in hand That offer pleased all the company :
An huge great speare, such as he wont to wield, So Florimell with Atè forth was brought,
And, vauncing forth from all the other band At which they all gan laugh full merrily :
Of knights, addrest his maiden-headed shield, But Braggadochio said, he never thought
Shewing himselfe all readie for the field : For such an hag, that seemed worst then nought, Gainst whom there singled from the other side His person to emperill so in fight:
A Painim knight that well in armes was skild,
So furiously they both together met,
As two fierce buls, that strive the rule to get
Of all the heard, meete with so hideous maine, That for her sake refus'd to enterprize
That both rebutted tumble on the plaine ; The battell, offred in so knightiy wize;
So these two champions to the ground were feld; And Atë eke provokt him privily
Where in a maze they both did long remaine, With love of her, and shame of such mesprize. And in their hands their idle troncheons held, But naught he car'd for friend or enemy; Which neither able were to wag, or once to weld. For in base mind nor friendship dwels nor enmity.
Which when the noble Ferramont espide, But Cambell thus did shut up all in iest;
He pricked forth in ayd of Satyran; “ Brave knights and ladies, certes ye doe wrong And him against sir Blandamour did ride To stirre up strife, when most us needeth rest, With all the strength and stifnesse that he can: That we may us reserve both fresh and strong But the more strong and stiffely that he ran, Against the turneiment which is not long,
So much more sorely to the ground he fell, When whoso list to fight may fight his fill: That on an heape were tumbled horse and man: Till then your challenges ye may prolong; Unto whose rescue forth rode Paridell; And then it shall be tried, if ye will,
But him likewise with that same speare he eke did Whether shall have the hag, or hold the lady still."
quell. They all agreed; so, turning all to game
Which Braggadochio seeing had no will And pleasa unt bord, they past forth on their way; To hasten greatly to his parties ayd, And all that while, whereso they rode or came, Albee his turne were next; but stood there still, That masked mock-knight was their sport and play. As one that seemed doubtfull or dismayd: Till that at length upon th' appointed day But Triamond, halfe wroth to see him staid, Unto the place of turneyment they came;
Sternly stept forth, and raught away his speare, Where they before them found in fresh aray With which so sore he Ferramont assaid, Manie a brave knight and manie a daintie dame That horse and man to ground he quite did beare, Assembled for to get the honour of that game.
That neither could in hast themselves again upreare.
Which to avenge sir Devon him did dight, There Satyrane lord of the field be found,
Triumphing in great joy and iolity;
That much he gan his glorie to envy,
And cast t'avenge his friends indignity:
Met him mid-way with equall hardiment,
They up againe themselves can lightly reare, Out of the swowne, in which too long he lay; And to their tryed swords themselves betake; And looking round about, like one Jismaid, With which they wrought such wondrous marvels Whenas he saw the mercilesse affray
That all the rest it did amazed make, [there, Which doughty Triamond had wrought that day Ne any dar'd their perill to partake; Unto the noble knights of Maidenhead,
Now cuffing close, now chacing to and fro, His mighty heart did almost rend in tway Now hurtling round advantage for to take: For very gall, that rather wholly dead
As two wild boares together grapling go, Himselfe be wisht have beene then in so bad a stead. Chaufing and foming cboler each against his fo. Eftsoones he gan to gather up around
So as they courst, and turneyd here and theare, His weapons which lay scattered all abrode, It chaunst sir Satyrane his steed at last, And, as it fell, his steed he ready found :
Whether through foundring or through sodein feare, On whom remounting fiercely forth he rode, To stumble, that his rider nigh he cast; Like sparke of fire that from the andvile glode, Which vauntage Cambell did pursue so fast, There where he saw the valiant Triamond
That, ere himselfe he had recovered well, Chasing, and laying on them heavy lode,
So sore he sowst him on the compast creast, That none his force were able to withstond; That forced him to leave his loftie sell, [fell. So dreadfull were his strokes, so deadly was his hond. And rudely tumbling downe under his horse-feete With that, at him his beamlike speare he aimed,
Lightly Cambello leapt downe from his steed And thereto all his power and might applide :
For to have rent his shield and armes away, The wicked steele for mischiefe first ordained,
That whylome wont to be the victors meed; And having now Misfortune got for guide,
When all unwares he felt an hideous sway Staid not till it arrived in his side,
Of many swords that lode on him did lay: And therein made a very griesly wound,
An hundred knights had him enclosed round, That streames of blood his armour all bedide.
To rescue Satyrane out of his pray; Much was he daunted with that direfull stownd,
All which at once huge strokes on him did pound, That scarse he him upheld from falling in a sound. In hope to take him prisoner, where he stood ou
ground. Yet, as he might, himselfe he soft withdrew
He with their multitude was nought dismayd, Out of the field, that none perceiv'd it plaine :
But with stout courage turnd upon them all, Then gan the part of chalengers anew
And with his brond-iron round about him layd; To range the field, and victorlike to raine,
Of which he dealt large almes, as did befall: That none against them battell durst maintaine.
Like as a lion, that by chaunce doth fall By that the gloomy evening on them fell,
Into the hunters toile, doth rage and rore,
In royall heart disdaining to be thrall :
. But all in vaine: for what might one do more?
They have him taken captive, though it grieve him The morrow next the tarney gan anew;
sore. And with the first the hardy Satyrane
Whereof when newes to Tríamond was brought Appear'd in place, with all his noble crew: Thereas he lay, his wound he soone forgot, On th' other side full many a warlike swaine And starting up streight for his armour sought: Assembled were, that glorious prize to gaine. In vaine he sought; for there he found it not; But mongst them all was not sir Triamond;
Cambello it away before had got: Unable he new battell to darraine,
Cambelloes armes therefore he on him threw, Through grievaunce of his late received wound,
And lightly issewd forth to take his lot. That doubly did him grieve when so himselfe he There he in troupe found all that warlike crew found.
Leading his friend away, full sorie to his vew. Which Cambell seeing, though he could not salve, Into the thickest of that knightly preasse Ne done undoe, yet, for to salve his name He thrust, and smote downe all that was betweene, And purchase honour in his friends behalve, Caried with fervent zeale; ne did he ceasse, This goodly counterfesaunce he did frame: Till that he came where he had Cambell seene The shield and armes, well knowne to be the same Like captive thral two other knights atweene: Which Triamond had worne, unwares to wight There he amongst them cruell havocke makes, And to his friend unwist, for doubt of blame That they, which lead him, soune enforced beene If he misdid, he on himselfe did dight, [to fight. To let him loose to save their proper stakes; That none could him discerne; and so went fortb Who, being freed, from one a weapon fiercely takes:
With that he drives at them with dreadfull might, | Much wondred all men what or whence be came,
But, when they could not learne it by no wize,
Most answerable to his wyld disguize
Fiercely they followd on their bolde emprize, Thus was sir Satyrane with all his band
But beaten were and chased all about,
So he continued all that day throughout,
Till evening that the Sunne gan downward bend:
So sore, that tombling backe he downe did slyde
Whence litle lust he had to rise againe.
And ran at him with all his might and maine ;.
Pull many others at him likewise ran;
Coald bide the force of that enchaunted speare,
And overthrew whatever came her neare,
And that late weaker band of chalengers relieved.
Doth burne the earth and boyled rivers drie,
That all brate beasts-forst to refraine fro meat.
And, missing it, faine from themselves to flie;
A watry cloud doth overcast the skie,
And poureth forth a sudden shoure of raine,
Then, ere his hand he reard, he overthrew
So did the warlike Britomart restore
Then shrilling trompets loudly gan to bray,