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* Unhappy falls that hard necessity,”

“ To thee, most mighty king of Eden fayre, Quoth he, “the troubler of my happy peace, Her greeting sends in these sad lines addrest And vowed foe of my felicity;

The wofull daughter and forsaken heyre
Ne I against the same can justly preace.

Of that great emperour of all the west ;
But since that band ye cannot now release, And bids thee be advized for the best,
Nor doen undo, (for vowes may not be vayne,) Ere thou thy daughter linck, in holy band
Soone as the terme of those six yeares shall cease, Of wedlocke, to that new unknowen guest:
Ye then shall hether backe retourne agayne, For he already plighted his right hand
The marriage to accomplish vowd betwixt you twayn: Unto another love, and to another land.
“ Which, for my part, I covet to performe, “ To me sad mayd, or rather widow sad,
In sort as through the world I did proclame, He was affyaunced long time before,
That whoso kild that monster most deforine, And sacred pleges he both gave, and had,
And him in hardy battayle overcame,

False erraunt knight, infamous, and forsworne!
Should have mine onely danghter to his danie, Witnesse the burning altars, which he swore,
And of my kingdome heyre apparaunt bee : And guilty Heavens of his bold periury :
Therefore since now to thee perteynes the same, Which though he bath polluted oft of yore,
Br dew desert of noble chevalree,

Yet I to them for iudgement inst doe fly, Both daughter and eke kingdome lo! I yield to And them coniure t'avenge this shamefull iniury! thee."

" Therefore since mine he is, or free or bond, Then forth he called that his daughter fayre, Or false or trew, or living or else dead, The fairest Un', his onely daughter deare,

Withbold, O soverayne prince, your hasty bond His onely daughter and his onely hayre;

From knitting league with him, I you aread; Who forth proceeding with "ad sober cheare, Ne weene my right with strength adowne to tread, As bright as doth the morning starre appeare Through weaknesse of my widowhed or woe: Out of the east, with flaming lockes bedight, For truth is strong her rightfull cause to plead, To tell that davning day is drawing neare, And shall finde friends, if need requireth soe. And to the world does bring long-wished light: So bids thee well to fare, thy neither friend nor foe. So faire and fresh that lady shewd herselfe in sight :

“ FIDESSA." So faire and fresh, as freshest flowre in May; When he these bitter byting wordes had red, For she had layd her mournefull stole aside, The tydings straunge did him abashed make, And widow-like sad wimple throwne away,

That still he sate long time astonished,
Wherewith her heavenly beautie she did hide, As in great muse, ne word to creature spake.
Whiles on her wearie iourney she did ride; At last his solemn silence thus he brake,
And on her now a garment she did weare

With doubtfull eyes fast fixed on his guest;
All lilly white, withoutten spot or pride,

“ Redoubted knight, that for inyne only sake That seemd like silke and silver woven neare ; Thy life and honor late adventurest ; But neither silke nor silver therein did appeare. Let nought be hid from me, that ought to be expresto The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, “ What meane these bloody vowes and idle threats, And glorious light of her sunshyny face,

Throwne out from womanish impatient mynd ? To teil, were as to strive against the streame: What Hevens? what altars ? what enraged heates, My ragged rimes are all too rade and bace Here heaped up with termes of love unkynd, Her heavenly lineaments for to enchace.

My conscience cleare with guilty bands would bynd ? Ne wonder; for her own deare loved knight, High God be witnesse, that I guiltlesse ame ! All were she daily with himselfe in place,

But if yourselfe, sir Knight, ye faulty fynd, Did wonder much at her celestial sight:

Or wrapped be in loves of former dame, Oft had he seene her faire, but never so faire dight. With cryme doe not it cover, but disclose the same.'' So fairely dight when she in presence came, To wbom the Redcrosse knight this answere sent; She to her syre made humble reverence,

“ My lord, my king ; be nought hereat dismayd, And bowed low, that her right well became, Till well ye wote by grave intendiment, And added grace unto her excellence:

What woman, and wherefore, doth me upbrayıl Who with great wisedome and grave eloquence

With breach of love and loialty betrayd. Thus gan to say-But, care he thus had sayd, It was in my mishaps, as hitherward Witb flying speede, and seeming great pretence, I lately traveild, that unwares I strayd Came running in, much like a man dismayd, Out of my way, through perils straunge and hard; A messenger with letters, which his message sayd. That day should faile meere I had them all declard. All in the open hall amazed stood

“ There did I find, or rather I was fownd At surideinnesse of that unwary sight,

Of this false woman that Fidessa hight, And wondred at his breathlesse hasty mood; Fidessa hight the falsest dame on grownd, But he for nought would stay his passage right, Most false Duessa, royail richly dght, Till fast before the king he did alight;

That easy was t'inveigle weaker sight: Where falling flat great humblesse he did make, Who by her wicked arts and wiely skill, And kist the ground whereon his foot was pight; Too false and strong for earthly skill or might, Then to his handes that writt he did betake, Unwares me wrought unto her wicked will, Which he disclosing, read thus, as the paper spake; l'And to my foe betrayd, when least I feared ill."

Then stepped forth the goodly royall mayd, Then gan they sprinckle all the posts with wirie,
And, on the ground herselfe prostrating low, And made great feast to solemnize that day:
With sober countenance thus to him sayd; They all perfumde with frankincense divine,
“ O pardon me, my soveraine lord, to show And precious odours fetcht from far away,
The secret treasons, which of late I know

That all the house did sweat with great aray: To have bene wrought by that false sorceresse : And all the while sweete musicke did apply Shee, onely she, it is, that earst did throw

Her curious skill the warbling notes to play, This gentle knight into so great distresse,

To drive away the dull melancholy; That death him did awaite in daily wretchednesse. The whiles one sung a song of love and iollity. “ And now it seemes, that she suborned hath

During the which there was an heavenly noise This crafty messenger with letters vaine,

Heard sownd through all the pallace pleasantly, To worké new woe and unprovided scath,

Like as it had bene many an angels voice
By breaking of the band betwixt us twaine; Singing before th' Eternall Maiesty,
Wherein she used hath the practicke paine In their trinall triplicities on hye:
Of this false footman, chokt with simplenesse,

Yett wist no creature whence that hevenly sweet Whome if ye please for to discover plaine,

Proceeded, yet each one felt secretly Ye shall him Archimago find, I ghesse,

Himselfe thereby refte of his sences meet, The falsest man alive; who tries, shall find no lesse.” And ravished with rare impression in his sprite. The king was greatly moved at her speach;

Great ioy was made that day of young and old, And, all with suddein indignation fraight,

And solemne feast proclaymd throughout the land, Bad on that messenger rude hands to reach. Eftsoones the gard, which on his state did wait,

That their exceeding merth may not be told: Attacht that faytor false, and bound him strait :

Suffice it heare by signes to understand Whose seeming sorely chauffed at his band,

The usuall ioyes at knitting of loves band.

Thrise happy man the knight himselfe did hold, As chained beare whom cruell dogs doe bait,

Possessed of his ladies hart and hand; With ydle force did faine them to withstand; And often semblaunce made to scape out of their His heart did seeme to melt in pleasures manifold.

And ever, when his eie did her behold, hand. But they him tayd full low in dungeon deepe,

Her joyous presence, and sweet company, And bound him hand and foote with yron chains;

In full content he there did long enioy ; And with continual watch did warely keepe.

Ne wicked envy, ne vile gealosy, Who then would thinke, that by his subtile trains

His deare delights were hable to annoy: He could escape fowle death or deadly pains ?

Yet, swimming in that sea of blissfull ioy, Thus, when that princes wrath was pacifide,

He nought forgott how he whilome had sworne, He gan renew the late forbidden bains,

In case he could that monstrous beast destroy, And to the knight his daughter dear he tyde

Unto his Faery queene backe to retourne; With sacred rites and vowes for ever to abyde.

The which he shortly did; and Una left to moume.
His owne two hands the holy kuotts did knitt, Now, strike your sailes, yee jolly mariners,
That none but death for ever can divide;

For we be come unto a quiet rode,
His owne two hands, for such a turne most fitt, Where we must land some of our passengers,
The housling fire did kindle and provide,

And light this weary vessell of her lode,
And holy water thereon sprinckled wide;

Here she a while may make her safe abode, At which the bushy teade a groome did light, Till she repaired have her tackles spent, And sacred lamp in secret chamber hide,

And wants supplide; and then againe abroad Where it should not be quenched day nor night, On the long voiage whereto she is beut: For feare of evil fates, but burnen ever bright. Well may she speede, and fairely finish her intent!.

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IGHT well I wote, most mighty soreraine, The which O! pardon me thus to enfold
That all this famous antique history

In covert vele, and wrapt in shadowes light,
Of some th' aboundance of an ydle braine That feeble eyes your glory may behold,
Will indged be, and painted forgery,

Which ells could not endure those beamës bright, Rather then matter of iust memory;

But would bee dazled with exceeding light. Sith none that breatheth living aire doth know 0! pardon, and vouchsafe with patient eare Where is that happy land of Paëry,

The brave adventures of this Faery knight,
Which I so much doe vaunt, yet no where show; The good sir Guyon, gratiously to heare;
But vouch antiquities, which no body can know. In whom great rule of temp'raunce goodly doth

But let that man with better sence advize,
That of the world least part to us is red;
And daily how through hardy enterprize
Many great regions are discovered,

Which to late age were never mentioned.
Who ever heard of th’ Indian Peru ?

Guyon, by Archimage abusd,
Or who in venturous vessell measured

The Redcrosse knight awaytes; The Amazon huge river, now found trew?

Fyndes Mordant and Amavia slaine
Or fruitfullest Virginia who did ever vew?

With pleasures poisoned baytes.
Yet all these were, when no man did them know,
Yet bare from wisest ages hidden beene;

That conning architect of cancred guyle,
And later times thinges more unknowne shall show. Whom princes late displeasure left in bands,
Why tben should witlesse man so much .pisweene, Por falsed letters, and suborned wyle;
That nothing is, bat that which he hath seene? Soone as the Redcrosse knight he understands
What, if within the Moones fayre shining spheare, To beene departed ont of Eden landes,
What, if in every other starre unseene

To serve againe his soveraine Elfin queene ;
Of other worldes he happily should heare?

His artes he moves, and out of caytives handes He wonder would much more ; yet such to some

Himselfe ne frees by secret meanes unseene; appeare.

His shackles emptie lefte, himselfe escaped cleene; Of Faery lond yet if he more inquyre,

And forth he fares; full of malicious mynd,
By certein signes, here sett in sondrie place, To worken mischiefe, and avenging woe,
He may it fynd; ne let him then admyre, Whereever he that godly knight may fynd,
Bat yield his sence to bee tvo blunt and bace, His onely hart-sore and his onely foe;
That note without an hound fine footing trace, Sith Una now he algates must forgoe,
And thou, O fayrest princesse under sky,

Whom his victorious handes did earst restore
In this fayre mirrhour maist behold thy face, To native crowne and kingdom late ygoe;
And thine owne realmes in lond of Faëry,

Where she enjoyes sure peace for evermore,
And in this antique ymage thy great auncestry. As wetherbeaten ship arryv'd on happie shore.

Him therefore now the obiect of his spight " Or rather would, O! would it so had chaunst, And deadly food he makes: him to offend

That you, most noble sir, had present beene By forged treason, or by open fight,

When that lude rybauid, with vyle lust advaunst, He seekes, of all his drifte the aymed end :

Laid first his filthie hands ou virgin cleene, Thereto his subtile engins he does bend,

To spoyle her dainty corps, so faire and sheene His practick witt and his fayre fyled tonge, As on the Earth, great mother of us all, With thousand other sleightes; for well he kend With living eye more fayre was never seene His credit now in Joubtfull ballaunce hong: Of chastity and honour virginall:

[call ! For hardly could bee hurt, who was already stong. Witnes, ye Heavens, whom she in vaine to help did Still, as he went, he craftie stales did lay, With cunning traynes him to entrap nnwares,

“How may it be,” sayd then the knight halfe wroth,

“ That knight should knighthood ever so bave And privy spyals plast in all his way,


(troth, To weete what course he takes, and how he fares;

“ None but that saw," quoth he, “would weene for To ketch him at a vauntage in his snares.

How shamefully that mayd he did torment : But now so wise and wary was the knight

Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent, By trvall of his former harmes and cares,

And drew her ou the ground; and his sharpe sword That he descryde, and shonned still, his slight: The fish, that once was caught, new bayt wil hardly and threatned death with many a bloodie word;

Against her snowy brest he fiercely bent, byte.

Tounge hates to tell the rest that eye to see abhord." Nath'lesse th’enchaunter would not spare his payne, Therewith amoved from his sober mood, In hope to win occasion to his will:

[act? Which when he long awaited had in vayne,

“ And lives he yet,” said be, “that wrought this He chaungd his mynd from one to other ill :

And doen the Heavens afford him vitall food ?" For to all good he enimy was still.

“ He lives," quoth he, “ and boasteth of the fact, Upon the way him fortuned to meete,

Ne yet hath any knight his courage crackt.” Fayre marching underneath a shady bill,

" Where may that treachour then," sayd he, “be A goodly knight, all armd in harnesse meete,

found, That from his head no place appeared to his feete.

Or by what meanes may I his footing tract?”

“ That I shall shew,'' said he, “as sure as hound His carriage was full comely and upright; The stricken deare doth chaleng by the bleeding His countenance demure and temperate ;

wound.” But yett so sterne and terrible in sight, That cheard his friendes, and did his foes amate:

He stayd not lenger talke, but with fierce yre He was an Elfin borne, of noble state

And zealous haste away is quickly gone And mickle worship in his native land;

To seeke that knight, where him that crafty squyre Well could he tourney, and in lists debate,

Supposd to be. They do arrive anone And knighthood tooke of good sir Huons hand,

Where sate a gentle lady all alone, When wiih king Oberon he came to Fary land,

With garments rent, and beare discheveled,

Wringing her handes, and making piteous mone : Him als accompanyd upon the


Her swollen eyes were much disfigured, A comely palmer, clad in black attyre,

And her faire face with teares was fowly blubbered, Of rypest yeares, and heares al hoarie gray, That with a staffe his feeble steps did stire,

The knight, approching nigh, thus to her said ; Least his long way his aged limbes should tire : Faire lady, through fowle sorrow ill bedight, And, if by lookes one may the mind aread, Great pitty is to see you thus dismayd, He seemd to be a sage and sober syre;

And marre the blossom of your beauty bright : And ever with slow pace the knight did lead, Forthy appease your griefe and heavy plight, Who taught his trampling steed with equall steps and tell the cause of your conceived payne; to tread.

For, if he live that hath you doen despight,

He shall you doe dew recompence agayne, Such whenas Archimago them did view,

Or els his wrong with greater puissance maintaine." He weened well to worke some úncouth wyle: Eftsoones, untwisting his deceiptfull clew,

Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise He gan to weave a web of wicked guyle;

She wilfully her sorrow did augment, And, with faire countenance and flattring style And offre, hope of comfort did despise : To them approching, thus the knight bespake;

Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent, Fayre sonne of Mars, that seeke with warlike And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment; spoyle,

Ne would sbe speake, ne see, ne yet be seene, And great atchiev'ments, great yourselfe to make,

But hid her visage, and her head downe bent, Vouchsafe to stay your steed for humble misers

Either for grievous shame, or for great teene, sake.”

As if ber hart with sorrow bad transfixed beene : He stayd his steed for humble misers sake, Till her that squire bespake; “Madame, my liefe, And badd tell on the tenor of his plavnt':

For Gods deare love be not so wilfull bent, Who feigning then in every limb to quake

But doe vouchsafe now to receive reliefe, Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faynt, The which good fortune doth to you present. With piteous mone his percing speach yan paynt; Por what bootes it to weepe and to wayment “ Dear lady! how shall I declare thy cace,

When ill is chaunst, but doth the ill increase, Whom late I left in languorous constraynt?

And the weake minde with double woe torment?» Would God! thyselfe now present were in place When sheher squyre heard speake, she gan appease To tell this ruefull tale: thy sight could win thee . Her voluntarie paine, and fecle some secret ease. *•

grace :

Kitscone she said, “ Ah! gentle trustie squyre, So now he Guyon guydes an úncouth way
What comfort can I, wofull wretch, conceave! Through woods and mountaines, till they came at
Or why should ever I henceforth desyre

Into a pleasant dale that lovly lay

['ast To see faire Heavens face, and life not leave, Betwixt two hils, whose high beads, overplast, Sith that false traytour did my honour reave?” The valley did with coole shade overcast; "False traytour certes," saide the Faerie knight, | Through midst thereof a little river rold,

I read the man, that ever would deceave By which there sate a knight with helme uplaste, A gentle lady, or her wrong through might: Himselfe refreshing with the liquid cold, Death were too litle paine for such a fowle despight. After his travell long and labours manifold. « But now, fayre lady, comfort to you make, “ Lo! yonder he,” cryde Arcbimage aloud, And read who hath ye wrought this shamefull

“ Toat wrought the shamefull fact which I did plight,

And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd, (sew; That short revenge the man may overtake,

To fly the vengeaunce for his outrage dew; Whereso he be, and soone upon him light."

But vaine; for ye shall dearely do him rex : " Certes," said she, “ Į wote not how he hight,

(So God ye speed and send you good successe!) But under him a gray steede he did wield,

Which we far off will here abide to vew." Whose sides with dapled circles weren dight;

So, they b'm left infam'd with wrathfulnesse, Upright be rode, and in his silver shield

That streight against that knight his speare le did He bore a bloodie crosse, that quartred all the field.”


Who, seeing him from far so fierce to pricke, « Now by my head," said Gngon, “much I muse, His earlike armes about him gan embrace, How that same knight should doe so fowle amis,

And in the rest his ready speare did sticke; Orerer gentle damzell so abuse:

Tho, whenas still he saw him towards pace, For may I boldly say, he surely is

He gai rencounter him in equall race. A right good knight, and true of word swis:

They bene ymett, both ready to affrap, I present was, and can it witnesse well,

When suddeinly that warriour gan abace When armes he swore, and streight did enterpris

His threatne) speare, as if some new mishap Th' adventure of the errant damozell;

Had him betide, or hidden danger did entrap; in which he bath great glory wonne, as I hearc tell.

And cryde, “Mercie, sir Knight! and mercie, lord, 4 Nathlesse he shortly shall againe be tryde,

For mine offence and heedelesse hardiment, And fairely quit him of th’imputed blame;

That had almost committed crime abhord, Ek, be ye sure, he dearely shall abyde,

And with reprochfull shame mine honour shent, Or make you good amendment for the same :

Whiles cursed steele against that badge I bent, All wrongs have mendes, but no amendes of shame. The sacred badge of my Redeemers death, Now therefore, larly, rise out of your paine,

Which on your shield is set for ornament!" And see the salving of your blotted name."

But his fierce foe bis steed could stay unea:h, Pri loth she seemd thereo, but yet did faine ;

Who,' prickt with courage kene, did eruull batte!! For she was inly glad her purpose so to gaine.


But, when he heard him speake, streight way be Her purpose was not such as she did faine,

His errour; and, bimselfe inclyning, sayd; (knew Ne yet her person such as it was seene ;

“ Ab ! deare sir Guyon, well becommeth you, But onder simple shev, and serbiant plaine, But me behoveth rather to apbrayd, Larkt false Duessa secretly upseene,

Whose hastie hand so far from reason strayd, As a chaste virgin that bad wronged beene ; That almost it did haynous violence So had false Archimago ber disguysd,

On that fayre ymage of that heavenly mayd, To cloke her guile with sorrow and sad teene ; That decks and armes your shield with faire defence: And eke hiinselfe bal craftily devisd

Your courtsie takes on you anothers dew offence." To be her squire, and du her service well aguisd.

So beene they both atone, and doen upreare Her, late forlorne and naked, he had found

Their bevers bright each other for to greet; Where she did wander in waste wildernesse,

Goodly comporta unce each to other beare, Lorking in rockes and caves far under ground,

And entertaine themselves with courtèsies meet. And with greene mosse cov'ring her nakednesse

Then said the Redcrosse knight, “ Now motel weet, To hide her shame and loathly filthinesse,

Sir Guyon, why with so fierce saliaunce, Sith her prince Arthur of proud ornaments

And fell intent, ye did at earst me meet; ånd borrowd beauty sporld: her natbëlesse

For, sith I know your goodly gouvernaunce, Thi enchanoter finding fit for his intents

Great cause, I weene, you guided, or some úncouth

chaunce." Did thus revest, and deckt with dew habiliments.

Certes,” said he, “ well mote I shame to tell For all he did was to deceive good knights,

The fond encbeason that me hether led.
And draw them from parsuit of praise and fame A false infamous faitour late betell
To tag ini sloath and sensuall delights,

Me for to meet, that seemed ill bested, and cod their daies with irrenowmed shame, And playnd of grierous outrage, which he red And ww exceeding griefe him overcame,

A knight bad wrought against a lady gent; To see the Redcrosse thus advaunced hye; Which to‘arenge, he to this place me led, Therefore this craftie engine he did frame, Where you he made the marke of his intent, A zin-t his praise to stirre up enmitye

And now is Bed : foule shame him follow wher ho Of such, as vertues like mote unto him allye,

went !" VOL II,


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