Edmund Spenser

THE FAERIE QUEENE

THE FOVRTH

BOOKE OF THE

FAERIE QVEENE.

Containing

The Legend of Cambel and Telamond,

or

of Friendship

T He rugged forhead that with graue foresight

Welds kingdomes causes, & affaires of state,

My looser rimes (I wote) doth sharply wite,

For praising loue, as I haue done of late,

And magnifying louers deare debate;

By which fraile youth is oft to follie led,

Through false allurement of that pleasing baite,

That better were in vertues discipled,

Then with vaine poemes weeds to haue their fancies fed.

Such ones ill iudge of loue, that cannot loue,

Ne in their frosen hearts feele kindly flame:

For thy, they ought not thing vnknowne reproue,

Ne naturall affection faultlesse blame,

For fault of few that haue abusd the same.

For it of honor and all vertue is

The roote, and brings forth glorious flowres of fame,

That crowne true louers with immortall blis,

The meed of them that loue, and do not liue amisse.

Which who so list looke backe to former ages,

And call to count the things that then were donne,

Shall find, that all the workes of those wise sages,

And braue exploits which great Heroes wonne,

In loue were either ended or begunne:

Witnesse the father of Philosophie,

Which to his Critias, shaded oft from sunne,

Of loue full manie lessons did apply,

The which these Stoicke censours cannot well deny.

To such therefore I do not sing at all,

But to that sacred Saint my soueraigne Queene,

In whose chast breast all bountie naturall,

And treasures of true loue enlocked beene,

Boue all her sexe that euer yet was seene;

To her I sing of loue, that loueth best,

And best is lou'd of all aliue I weene:

To her this song most fitly is addrest,

The Queene of loue, & Prince of peace from heauen blest.

Which that she may the better deigne to heare,

Do thou dred infant, Venus dearling doue,

From her high spirit chase imperious feare,

And vse of awfull Maiestie remoue:

In sted thereof with drops of melting loue,

Deawd with ambrosiall kisses, by thee gotten

From thy sweete smyling mother from aboue,

Sprinckle her heart, and haughtie courage soften,

That she may hearke to loue, and reade this lesson often.

Canto I

Fayre Britomart saues Amoret,

Duessa discord breedes

Twixt Scudamour and Blandamour:

Their fight and warlike deedes.

O F louers sad calamities of old,

Full many piteous stories doe remaine,

But none more piteous euer was ytold,

Then that of Amorets hart-binding chaine,

And this of Florimels vnworthie paine:

The deare compassion of whose bitter fit

My softened heart so sorely doth constraine,

That I with teares full oft doe pittie it,

And oftentimes doe wish it neuer had bene writ.

For from the time that Scudamour her bought

In perilous fight, she neuer ioyed day,

A perilous fight when he with force her brought

From twentie Knights, that did him all assay:

Yet fairely well he did them all dismay:

And with great glorie both the shield of loue,

And eke the Ladie selfe he brought away,

Whom hauing wedded as did him behoue,

A new vnknowen mischiefe did from him remoue.

For that same vile Enchauntour Busyran,

The very selfe same day that she was wedded,

Amidst the bridale feast, whilest euery man

Surcharg'd with wine, were heedlesse and ill hedded.

All bent to mirth before the bride was bedded,

Brought in that mask of loue which late was showen:

And there the Ladie ill of friends bestedded,

By way of sport, as oft in maskes is knowen,

Conueyed quite away to liuing wight vnknowen.

Seuen moneths he so her kept in bitter smart,

Because his sinfull lust she would not serue,

Vntill such time as noble Britomart

Released her, that else was like to sterue,

Through cruell knife that her deare heart did kerue.

And now she is with her vpon the way,

Marching in louely wise, that could deserue

No spot of blame, though spite did oft assay

To blot her with dishonor of so faire a pray.

Yet should it be a pleasant tale, to tell

The diuerse vsage and demeanure daint,

That each to other made, as oft befell.

For Amoret right fearefull was and faint,

Lest she with blame her honor should attaint,

That euerie word did tremble as she spake,

And euerie looke was coy, and wondrous quaint,

And euerie limbe that touched her did quake:

Yet could she not but curteous countenance to her make.

For well she wist, as true it was indeed,

That her liues Lord and patrone of her health

Right well deserued as his duefull meed,

Her loue, her seruice, and her vtmost wealth.

All is his iustly, that all freely dealth:

Nathlesse her honor dearer then her life,

She sought to saue, as thing reseru'd from stealth;

Die had she leuer with Enchanters knife,

Then to be false in loue, profest a virgine wife.

Thereto her feare was made so much the greater

Through fine abusion of that Briton mayd:

Who for to hide her fained sex the better,

And maske her wounded mind, both did and sayd

Full many things so doubtfull to be wayd,

That well she wist not what by them to gesse,

For other whiles to her she purpos made

Of loue, and otherwhiles of lustfulnesse

That much she feard his mind would grow to some excesse.

His will she feard; for him she surely thought

To be a man, such as indeed he seemed,

And much the more, by that he lately wrought,

When her from deadly thraldome he redeemed,

For which no seruice she too much esteemed,

Yet dread of shame, and doubt of fowle dishonor

Made her not yeeld so much, as due she deemed.

Yet Britomart attended duly on her,

As well became a knight, and did to her all honor.

It so befell one euening, that they came

Vnto a Castell, lodged there to bee,

Where many a knight, and many a louely Dame

Was then assembled, deeds of armes to see:

Amongst all which was none more faire then shee,

That many of them mou'd to eye her sore.

The custome of that place was such, that hee

Which had no loue nor lemman there in store,

Should either winne him one, or lye without the dore.

Amongst the rest there was a iolly knight,

Who being asked for his loue, auow'd

That fairest Amoret was his by right,

And offred that to iustifie alowd.

The warlike virgine seeing his so prowd

And boastfull chalenge, wexed inlie wroth,

But for the present did her anger shrowd;

And sayd, her loue to lose she was full loth,

But either he should neither of them haue, or both.

So foorth they went, and both together giusted;

But that same younker soone was ouer throwne,

And made repent, that he had rashly lusted

For thing vnlawfull, that was not his owne:

Yet since he seemed valiant, through vnknowne,

She that no lesse was courteous then stout,

Cast how to salue, that both the custome showne

Were kept, and yet that Knight not locked out:

That seem'd full hard t'accord two things so far in dout.

The Seneschall was cal'd to deeme the right,

Whom she requir'd, that first fayre Amoret

Might be to her allow'd, as to a Knight,

That did her win and free from chalenge set:

Which straight to her was yeelded without let.

Then since that strange Knights loue from him was quitted,

She claim'd that to her selfe, as Ladies det,

He as a Knight might iustly be admitted;

So none should be out shut, sith all of loues were fitted.

With that her glistring helmet she vnlaced;

Which doft, her golden lockes, that were vp bound

Still in a knot, vnto her heeles downe traced,

And like a silken veile in compasse round

About her backe and all her bodie wound;

Like as the shining skie in summers night,

What time the dayes with scorching heat abound,

Is creasted all with lines of firie light,

That it prodigious seemes in common peoples sight.

Such when those Knights and Ladies all about

Beheld her, all were with amazement smit,

And euery one gan grow in secret dout

Of this and that, according to each wit:

Some thought that some enchantment faygned it;

Some, that Bellona in that warlike wise

To them appear'd, with shield and armour fit;

Some, that it was a maske of strange disguise:

So diuersely each one did sundrie doubts deuise.

But that young Knight, which through her gentle deed

Was to that goodly fellowship restor'd,

Ten thousand thankes did yeeld her for her meed,

And doubly ouercommen, her ador'd:

So did they all their former strife accord;

And eke fayre Amoret now freed from feare,

More franke affection did to her afford,

And to her bed, which she was wont forbeare,

Now freely drew, and found right safe assurance theare.

Where all that night they of their loues did treat,

And hard aduentures twixt themselues alone,

That each the other gan with passion great,

And griefull pittie priuately bemone.

The morow next so soone as Titan shone,

They both vprose, and to their waies them dight:

Long wandred they, yet neuer met with none,

That to their willes could them direct aright,

Or to them tydings tell, that mote their harts delight.

Lo thus they rode, till at the last they spide

Two armed Knights, that toward them did pace,

And ech of them had ryding by his side

A Ladie, seeming in so farre a space,

But Ladies none they were, albee in face

And outward shew faire semblance they did beare;

For vnder maske of beautie and good grace,

Vile treason and fowle falshood hidden were,

That mote to none but to the warie wise appeare.

The one of them the false Duessa hight,

That now had chang'd her former wonted hew:

For she could d'on so manie shapes in sight,

As euer could Cameleon colours new;

So could she forge all colours, saue the trew.

The other no whit better was then shee,

But that such as she was, she plaine did shew;

Yet otherwise much worse, if worse might bee,

And dayly more offensiue vnto each degree.

Her name was Ate, mother of debate,

And all dissention, which doth dayly grow

Amongst fraile men, that many a publike state

And many a priuate oft doth ouerthrow.

Her false Duessa who full well did know,

To be most fit to trouble noble knights,

Which hunt for honor, raised from below,

Out of the dwellings of the damned sprights,

Where she in darknes wastes her cursed daies & nights.

Hard by the gates of hell her dwelling is,

There whereas all the plagues and harmes abound,

Which punish wicked men, that walke amisse:

It is a darksome delue farre vnder ground,

With thornes and barren brakes enuirond round,

That none the same may easily out win;

Yet many waies to enter may be found,

But none to issue forth when one is in:

For discord harder is to end then to begin.

And all within the riuen walls were hung

With ragged monuments of times forepast,

All which the sad effects of discord sung:

There were rent robes, and broken scepters plast,

Altars defyl'd, and holy things defast,

Disshiuered speares, and shields ytorne in twaine,

Great cities ransackt, and strong castles rast,

Nations captiued, and huge armies slaine:

Of all which ruines there some relicks did remaine.

There was the signe of antique Babylon,

Of fatall Thebes, of Rome that raigned long,

Of sacred Salem, and sad Ilion

For memorie of which on high there hong

The golden Apple, cause of all their wrong,

For which the three faire Goddesses did striue:

There also was the name of Nimrod strong,

Of Alexander, and his Princes fiue,

Which shar'd to them the spoiles that he had got aliue.

And there the relicks of the drunken fray,

The which amongst the Lapithees befell,

And of the bloodie feast, which sent away

So many Centaures drunken soules to hell,

That vnder great Alcides furie fell:

And of the dreadfull discord, which did driue

The noble Argonauts to outrage fell:

That each of life sought others to depriue,

All mindlesse of the Golden fleece, which made them striue.

And eke of priuate persons many moe,

That were too long a worke to count them all;

Some of sworne friends, that did their faith forgoe;

Some of borne brethren, prov'd vnnaturall;

Some of deare louers, foes perpetuall:

Witnesse their broken bandes there to be seene,

Their girlonds rent, their bowres despoyled all;

The moniments whereof there byding beene,

As plaine as at the first, when they were fresh and greene.

Such was her house within; but all without,

The barren ground was full of wicked weedes,

Which she her selfe had sowen all about,

Now growen great, at first of little seedes,

The seedes of euill wordes, and factious deedes;

Which when to ripenesse due they growen arre,

Bring foorth an infinite increase, that breedes

Tumultuous trouble and contentious iarre,

The which most often end in bloudshed and in warre.

And those same cursed seedes doe also serue

To her for bread, and yeeld her liuing food:

For life it is to her, when others sterue

Through mischieuous debate, and deadly feood,

That she may sucke their life, and drinke their blood,

With which she from her childhood had bene fed.

For she at first was borne of hellish brood,

And by infernall furies nourished,

That by her monstrous shape might easily be red.

Her face most fowle and filthy was to see,

With squinted eyes contrarie wayes intended,

And loathly mouth, vnmeete a mouth to bee,

That nought but gall and venim comprehended,

And wicked wordes that God and man offended:

Her lying tongue was in two parts diuided,

And both the parts did speake, and both contended;

And as her tongue, so was her hart discided,

That neuer thoght one thing, but doubly stil was guided.

Als as she double spake, so heard she double,

With matchlesse eares deformed and distort,

Fild with false rumors and seditious trouble,

Bred in assemblies of the vulgar sort,

That still are led with euery light report.

And as her eares so eke her feet were odde,

And much vnlike, th'one long, the other short,

And both misplast; that when th'one forward yode,

The other backe retired, and contrarie trode.

Likewise vnequall were her handes twaine,

That one did reach, the other pusht away,

That one did make, the other mard againe,

And sought to bring all things vnto decay;

Whereby great riches gathered manie a day,

She in short space did often bring to nought

And their possessours often did dismay.

For all her studie was and all her thought,

How she might ouerthrow the things that Concord wrought.

So much her malice did her might surpas,

That euen th'Almightie selfe she did maligne,

Because to man so mercifull he was,

And vnto all his creatures so benigne,

Sith she her selfe was of his grace indigne:

For all this worlds faire workmanship she tride,

Vnto his last confusion to bring,

And that great golden chaine quite to diuide,

With which it blessed Concord hath together tide.

Such was that hag, which with Duessa roade,

And seruing her in her malitious vse,

To hurt good knights, was as it were her baude,

To sell her borrowed beautie to abuse.

For though like withered tree, that wanteth iuyce,

She old and crooked were, yet now of late,

As fresh and fragrant as the floure deluce

She was become, by chaunge of her estate,

And made full goodly ioyance to her new found mate.

Her mate he was a iollie youthfull knight,

That bore great sway in armes and chiualrie,

And was indeed a man of mickle might:

His name was Blandamour, that did descrie

His fickle mind full of inconstancie.

And now himselfe he fitted had right well,

With two companions of like qualitie,

Faithlesse Duessa, and false Paridell,

That whether were more false, full hard it is to tell.

Now when this gallant with his goodly crew,

From farre espide the famous Britomart,

Like knight aduenturous in outward vew,

With his faire paragon, his conquests part,

Approching nigh, eftsoones his wanton hart

Was tickled with delight, and iesting sayd;

Lo there Sir Paridel, for your desart,

Good lucke presents you with yond louely mayd,

For pitie that ye want a fellow for your ayd.

By that the louely paire drew nigh to hond:

Whom when as Paridel more plaine beheld,

Albee in heart he like affection fond,

Yet mindfull how he late by one was feld,

That did those armes and that same scutchion weld,

He had small lust to buy his loue so deare,

But answerd, Sir him wise I neuer held,

That hauing once escaped perill neare,

Would afterwards afresh the sleeping euill reare.

This knight too late his manhood and his might,

I did assay, that me right dearely cost,

Ne list I for reuenge prouoke new fight,

Ne for light Ladies loue, that soone is lost.

The hot-spurre youth so scorning to be crost,

Take then to you this Dame of mine (quoth hee)

And I without your perill or your cost,

Will chalenge yond same other for my fee:

So forth he fiercely prickt, that one him scarce could see.

The warlike Britonesse her soone addrest,

And with such vncouth welcome did receaue

Her fayned Paramour, her forced guest,

That being forst his saddle soone to leaue,

Him selfe he did of his new loue deceaue:

And made him selfe thensample of his follie.

Which done, she passed forth not taking leaue,

And left him now as sad, as whilome iollie,

Well warned to beware with whom he dar'd to dallie.

Which when his other companie beheld,

They to his succour ran with readie ayd:

And finding him vnable once to weld,

They reared him on horsebacke, and vpstayd,

Till on his way they had him forth conuayd:

And all the way with wondrous griefe of mynd,

And shame, he shewd him selfe to be dismayd,

More for the loue which he had left behynd,

Then that which he had to Sir Paridel resynd.

Nathlesse he forth did march well as he might,

And made good semblance to his companie,

Dissembling his disease and euill plight;

Till that ere long they chaunced to espie

Two other knights, that towards them did ply

With speedie course, as bent to charge them new.

Whom when as Blandamour approching nie,

Perceiu'd to be such as they seemd in vew,

He was full wo, and gan his former griefe renew.

For th'one of them he perfectly descride,

To be Sir Scudamour, by that he bore

The God of loue, with wings displayed wide,

Whom mortally he hated euermore,

Both for his worth, that all men did adore,

And eke because his loue he wonne by right:

Which when he thought, it grieued him full sore,

That through the bruses of his former fight,

He now vnable was to wreake his old despight.

For thy, he thus to Paridel bespake,

Faire Sir, of friendship let me now you pray,

That as I late aduentured for your sake,

The hurts whereof me now from battell stay,

Ye will me now with like good turne repay,

And iustifie my cause on yonder knight.

Ah Sir (said Paridel) do not dismay

Your selfe for this, my selfe will for you fight,

As ye haue done for me: the left hand rubs the right.

With that he put his spurres vnto his steed,

With speare in rest, and toward him did fare,

Like shaft out of a bow preuenting speed.

But Scudamour was shortly well aware

Of his approch, and gan him selfe prepare

Him to receiue with entertainment meete.

So furiously they met, that either bare

The other downe vnder their horses feete,

That what of them became, themselues did scarsly weete.

As when two billowes in the Irish sowndes,

Forcibly driuen with contrarie tydes

Do meete together, each abacke rebowndes

With roaring rage; and dashing on all sides,

That filleth all the sea with fome, diuydes

The doubtfull current into diuers wayes:

So fell those two in spight of both their prydes,

But Scudamour himselfe did soone vprayse,

And mounting light his foe for lying long vpbrayes.

Who rolled on an heape lay still in swound,

All carelesse of his taunt and bitter rayle,

Till that the rest him seeing lie on ground,

Ran hastily, to weete what did him ayle.

Where finding that the breath gan him to fayle,

With busie care they stroue him to awake,

And doft his helmet, and vndid his mayle:

So much they did, that at the last they brake

His slomber, yet so mazed, that he nothing spake.

Which when as Blandamour beheld, he sayd,

False faitour Scudamour, that hast by slight

And foule aduantage this good Knight dismayd,

A Knight much better then thy selfe behight,

Well falles it thee that I am not in plight

This day, to wreake the dammage by thee donne:

Such is thy wont, that still when any Knight

Is weakned, then thou doest him ouerronne:

So hast thou to thy selfe false honour often wonne.

He little answer'd, but in manly heart

His mightie indignation did forbeare,

Which was not yet so secret, but some part

Thereof did in his frouning face appeare:

Like as a gloomie cloud, the which doth beare

An hideous storme, is by the Northerne blast

Quite ouerblowne, yet doth not passe so cleare,

But that it all the skie doth ouercast

With darknes dred, and threatens all the world to wast.

Ah gentle knight then false Duessa sayd,

Why do ye striue for Ladies loue so sore,

Whose chiefe desire is loue and friendly aid

Mongst gentle Knights to nourish euermore?

Ne be ye wroth Sir Scudamour therefore,

That she your loue list loue another knight,

Ne do your selfe dislike a whit the more;

For Loue is free, and led with selfe delight,

Ne will enforced be with maisterdome or might.

So false Duessa, but vile Ate thus;

Both foolish knights, I can but laugh at both,

That striue and storme with stirre outrageous,

For her that each of you alike doth loth,

And loues another, with whom now she go'th

In louely wise, and sleepes, and sports, and playes;

Whilest both you here with many a cursed oth,

Sweare she is yours, and stirre vp bloudie frayes,

To win a willow bough, whilest other weares the bayes.

Vile hag (sayd Scudamour) why dost thou lye?

And falsly seekst a vertuous wight to shame?

Fond knight (sayd she) the thing that with this eye

I saw, why should I doubt to tell the same?

Then tell (quoth Blandamour) and feare no blame,

Tell what thou saw'st, maulgre who so it heares.

I saw (quoth she) a stranger knight, whose name

I wote not well, but in his shield he beares

(That well I wote) the heads of many broken speares.

I saw him haue your Amoret at will,

I saw him kisse, I saw him her embrace,

I saw him sleepe with her all night his fill,

All manie nights, and manie by in place,

That present were to testifie the case.

Which when as Scudamour did heare, his heart

Was thrild with inward griefe, as when in chace

The Parthian strikes a stag with shiuering dart,

The beast astonisht stands in middest of his smart.

So stood Sir Scudamour, when this he heard,

Ne word he had to speake for great dismay,

But lookt on Glauce grim, who woxe afeard

Of outrage for the words, which she heard say,

Albee vntrue she wist them by assay.

But Blandamour, whenas he did espie

His chaunge of cheere, that anguish did bewray,

He woxe full blithe, as he had got thereby,

And gan thereat to triumph without victorie.

Lo recreant (sayd he) the fruitlesse end

Of thy vaine boast, and spoile of loue misgotten,

Whereby the name of knighthood thou dost shend,

And all true louers with dishonor blotten,

All things not rooted well, will soone be rotten.

Fy fy false knight (then false Duessa cryde)

Vnworthy life that loue with guile hast gotten,

Be thou, where euer thou do go or ryde,

Loathed of ladies all, and of all knights defyde.

But Scudamour for passing great despight

Staid not to answer, scarcely did refraine,

But that in all those knights and ladies sight,

He for reuenge had guiltlesse Glauce slaine:

But being past, he thus began amaine;

False traitour squire, false squire, of falsest knight,

Why doth mine hand from thine auenge abstaine,

Whose Lord hath done my loue this foule despight?

Why do I not it wreake, on thee now in my might?

Discourteous, disloyall Britomart,

Vntrue to God, and vnto man vniust,

What vengeance due can equall thy desart,

That hast with shamefull spot of sinfull lust

Defil'd the pledge committed to thy trust?

Let vgly shame and endlesse infamy

Colour thy name with foule reproaches rust.

Yet thou false Squire his fault shalt deare aby,

And with thy punishment his penance shalt supply.

The aged Dame him seeing so enraged,

Was dead with feare, nathlesse as neede required,

His flaming furie sought to haue assuaged

With sober words, that sufferance desired,

Till time the tryall of her truth expyred:

And euermore sought Britomart to cleare.

But he the more with furious rage was fyred,

And thrise his hand to kill her did vpreare,

And thrise he drew it backe: so did at last forbeare.

Canto II

Blandamour winnes false Florimell,

Paridell for her striues,

They are accorded: Agape

doth lengthen her sonnes liues.

F Irebrand of hell first tynd in Phlegeton,

By thousand furies, and from thence out throwen

Into this world, to worke confusion,

And set it all on fire by force vnknowen,

Is wicked discord, whose small sparkes once blowen

None but a God or godlike man can slake;

Such as was Orpheus, that when strife was growen

Amongst those famous ympes of Greece, did take

His siluer Harpe in hand, and shortly friends them make.

Or such as that celestiall Psalmist was,

That when the wicked feend his Lord tormented,

With heauenly notes, that did all other pas,

The outrage of his furious fit relented.

Such Musicke is wise words with time concented,

To moderate stiffe minds, disposd to striue:

Such as that prudent Romane well inuented,

What time his people into partes did riue,

Them reconcyld againe, and to their homes did driue.

Such vs'd wise Glauce to that wrathfull knight,

To calme the tempest of his troubled thought:

Yet Blandamour with termes of foule despight,

And Paridell her scornd, and set at nought,

As old and crooked and not good for ought.

Both they vnwise, and warelesse of the euill,

That by themselues vnto themselues is wrought,

Through that false witch, and that foule aged dreuill,

The one a feend, the other an incarnate deuill.

With whom as they thus rode accompanide,

They were encountred of a lustie Knight,

That had a goodly Ladie by his side,

To whom he made great dalliance and delight.

It was to weete the bold Sir Ferraugh hight,

He that from Braggadocchio whilome reft

The snowy Florimell, whose beautie bright

Made him seeme happie for so glorious theft;

Yet was it in due triall but a wandring weft.

Which when as Blandamour, whose fancie light

Was alwaies flitting as the wauering wind,

After each beautie, that appeard in sight,

Beheld, eftsoones it prickt his wanton mind

With sting of lust, that reasons eye did blind,

That to Sir Paridell these words he sent;

Sir knight why ride ye dumpish thus behind,

Since so good fortune doth to you present

So fayre a spoyle, to make you ioyous meriment?

But Paridell that had too late a tryall

Of the bad issue of his counsell vaine,

List not to hearke, but made this faire denyall;

Last turne was mine, well proued to my paine,

This now be yours, God send you better gaine.

Whose scoffed words he taking halfe in scorne,

Fiercely forth prickt his steed as in disdaine,

Against that Knight, ere he him well could torne

By meanes whereof he hath him lightly ouerborne.

Who with the sudden stroke astonisht sore,

Vpon the ground a while in slomber lay;

The whiles his loue away the other bore,

And shewing her, did Paridell vpbray;

Lo sluggish Knight the victors happie pray:

So fortune friends the bold: whom Paridell

Seeing so faire indeede, as he did say,

His hart with secret enuie gan to swell,

And inly grudge at him, that he had sped so well.

Nathlesse proud man himselfe the other deemed,

Hauing so peerelesse paragon ygot:

For sure the fayrest Florimell him seemed,

To him was fallen for his happie lot,

Whose like aliue on earth he weened not:

Therefore he her did court, did serue, did wooe,

With humblest suit that he imagine mot,

And all things did deuise, and all things dooe,

That might her loue prepare, and liking win theretoo.

She in regard thereof him recompenst

With golden words, and goodly countenance,

And such fond fauours sparingly dispenst:

Sometimes him blessing with a light eye-glance,

And coy lookes tempring with loose dalliance;

Sometimes estranging him in sterner wise,

That hauing cast him in a foolish trance,

He seemed brought to bed in Paradise,

And prou'd himselfe most foole, in what he seem'd most wise.

So great a mistresse of her art she was,

And perfectly practiz'd in womans craft,

That though therein himselfe he thought to pas,

And by his false allurements wylie draft

Had thousand women of their loue beraft,

Yet now he was surpriz'd: for that false spright,

Which that same witch had in this forme engraft,

Was so expert in euery subtile slight,

That it could ouerreach the wisest earthly wight.

Yet he to her did dayly seruice more,

And dayly more deceiued was thereby;

Yet Paridell him enuied therefore,

As seeming plast in sole felicity:

So blind is lust, false colours to descry.

But Ate soone discouering his desire,

And finding now fit opportunity

To stirre vp strife, twixt loue and spight and ire,

Did priuily put coles vnto his secret fire.

By sundry meanes thereto she prickt him forth,

Now with remembrance of those spightfull speaches,

Now with opinion of his owne more worth,

Now with recounting of like former breaches

Made in their friendship, as that Hag him teaches:

And euer when his passion is allayd,

She it reuiues and new occasion reaches:

That on a time as they together way'd,

He made him open chalenge, and thus boldly sayd.

Too boastfull Blandamour, too long I beare

The open wrongs, thou doest me day by day;

Well know'st thou, wheen we friendship first did sweare,

The couenant was, that euery spoyle or pray

Should equally be shard betwixt vs tway:

Where is my part then of this Ladie bright,

Whom to thy selfe thou takest quite away?

Render therefore therein to me my right,

Or answere for thy wrong, as shall fall out in fight.

Exceeding wroth thereat was Blandamour,

And gan this bitter answere to him make;

Too foolish Paridell, that fayrest floure

Wouldst gather faine, and yet no paines wouldst take:

But not so easie will I her forsake;

This hand her wonne, this hand shall her defend.

With that they gan their shiuering speares to shake,

And deadly points at eithers breast to bend,

Forgetfull each to haue bene euer others frend.

Their firie Steedes with so vntamed forse

Did beare them both to fell auenges end,

That both their speares with pitilesse remorse,

Through shield and mayle, and haberieon did wend,

And in their flesh a griesly passage rend,

That with the furie of their owne affret,

Each other horse and man to ground did send;

Where lying still a while, both did forget

The perilous present stownd, in which their liues were set.

As when two warlike Brigandines at sea,

With murdrous weapons arm'd to cruell fight,

Doe meete together on the watry lea,

They stemme ech other with so fell despight,

That with the shocke of their owne heedlesse might,

Their wooden ribs are shaken nigh a sonder;

They which from shore behold the dreadfull sight

Of flashing fire, and heare the ordenance thonder,

Do greatly stand amaz'd at such vnwonted wonder.

At length they both vpstarted in amaze;

As men awaked rashly out of dreme,

And round about themselues a while did gaze,

Till seeing her, that Florimell did seme,

In doubt to whom she victorie should deeme,

Therewith their dulled sprights they edgd anew,

And drawing both their swords with rage extreme,

Like two mad mastiffes each on other flew,

And shields did share, & mailes did rash, and helmes did hew.

So furiously each other did assayle,

As if their soules they would attonce haue rent

Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle

Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent;

That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent,

And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore,

Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent,

So mortall was their malice and so sore,

Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.

And that which is for Ladies most befitting,

To stint all strife, and foster friendly peace,

Was from those Dames so farre and so vnfitting,

As that in stead of praying them surcease,

They did much more their cruelty encrease;

Bidding them fight for honour of their loue,

And rather die then Ladies cause release.

With which vaine termes so much they did theen moue,

That both resolu'd the last extremities to proue.

There they I weene would fight vntill this day,

Had not a Squire, euen he the Squire of Dames,

By great aduenture trauelled that way;

Who seeing both bent to so bloudy games,

And both of old well knowing by their names,

Drew nigh, to weete the cause of their debate:

And first laide on those Ladies thousand blames,

That did not seeke t'appease their deadly hate,

But gazed on their harmes, not pittying their estate.

And then those Knights he humbly did beseech,

To stay their hands, till he a while had spoken:

Who lookt a little vp at that his speech,

Yet would not let their battell so be broken,

Both greedie fiers on other to be wroken.

Yet he to them so earnestly did call,

And them coniur'd by some well knowen token,

That they at last their wrothfull hands let fall,

Content to heare him speake, and glad to rest withall.

First he desir'd their cause of strife to see:

They said, it was for loue of Florimell.

Ah gentle knights (quoth he) how may that bee,

And she so farre astray, as none can tell.

Fond Squire, full angry then sayd Paridell,

Seest not the Ladie there before thy face?

He looked backe, and her aduizing well,

Weend as he said, by that her outward grace,

That fayrest Florimell was present there in place.

Glad man was he to see that ioyous sight,

For none aliue but ioy'd in Florimell,

And lowly to her lowting thus behight;

Fayrest of faire, that fairenesse doest excell,

This happie day I haue to greete you well,

In which you safe I see, whom thousand late,

Misdoubted lost through mischiefe that befell;

Long may you liue in health and happie state.

She litle answer'd him, but lightly did aggrate.

Then turning to those Knights, he gan a new;

And you Sir Blandamour and Paridell,

That for this Ladie present in your vew,

Haue rays'd this cruell warre and outrage fell,

Certes me seemes bene not aduised well,

But rather ought in friendship for her sake

To ioyne your force, their forces to repell,

That seeke perforce her from you both to take,

And of your gotten spoyle their owne triumph to make.

Thereat Sir Blandamour with countenance sterne,

All full of wrath, thus fiercely him bespake;

A read thou Squire, that I the man may learne,

That dare fro me thinke Florimell to take.

Not one (quoth he) but many doe partake

Herein, as thus. It lately so befell,

That Satyran a girdle did vptake,

Well knowne to appertaine to Florimell,

Which for her sake he wore, as him beseemed well.

But when as she her selfe was lost and gone,

Full many knights, that loued her like deare,

Thereat did greatly grudge, that he alone

That lost faire Ladies ornament should weare,

And gan therefore close spight to him to beare:

Which he to shun, and stop vile enuies sting,

Hath lately caus'd to be proclaim'd each where

A solemne feast, with publike turneying,

To which all knights with them their Ladies are to bring.

And of them all she that is fayrest found,

Shall haue that golden girdle for reward,

And of those Knights who is most stout on ground,

Shall to that fairest Ladie be prefard.

Since therefore she her selfe is now your ward,

To you that ornament of hers pertaines,

Against all those, that chalenge it to gard,

And saue her honour with your ventrous paines;

That shall you win more glory, then ye here find gaines.

When they the reason of his words had hard,

They gan abate the rancour of their rage,

And with their honours and their loues regard,

The furious flames of malice to asswage.

Tho each to other did his faith engage,

Like faithfull friends thenceforth to ioyne in one

With all their force, and battell strong to wage

Gainst all those knights, as their professed fone,

That chaleng'd ought in Florimell, saue they alone.

So well accorded forth they rode together

In friendly sort, that lasted but a while;

And of all old dislikes they made faire weather,

Yet all was forg'd and spred with golden foyle,

That vnder it hidde hate and hollow guyle.

Ne certes can that friendship long endure,

How euer gay and goodly be the style,

That doth ill cause or euill end enure:

For vertue is the band, that bindeth harts most sure.

Thus as they marched all in close disguise,

Of fayned loue, they chaunst to ouertake

Two knights, that lincked rode in louely wise,

As if they secret counsels did partake;

And each not farre behinde him had his make,

To weete, two Ladies of most goodly hew,

That twixt themselues did gentle purpose make

Vnmindfull both of that discordfull crew,

The which with speedie pace did after them pursew.

Who as they now approched nigh at hand,

Deeming them doughtie as they did appeare,

They sent that Squire afore, to vnderstand,

What mote they be: who viewing them more neare

Returned readie newes, that those same weare

Two of the prowest Knights in Faery lond;

And those two Ladies their two louers deare,

Couragious Cambell, and stout Triamond,

With Canacee and Cambine linckt in louely bond.

Whylome as antique stories tellen vs,

Those two were foes the fellonest on ground,

And battell made the dreddest daungerous,

That euer shrilling trumpet did resound;

Though now their acts be no where to be found,

As that renowmed Poet them compyled,

With warlike numbers and Heroicke sound,

Dan Chaucer, well of English vndefyled,

On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

But wicked Time that all good thoughts doth waste,

And workes of noblest wits to nought out weare,

That famous moniment hath quite defaste,

And robd the world of threasure endlesse deare,

The which mote haue enriched all vs heare.

O cursed Eld the cankerworme of writs,

How may these rimes, so rude as doth appeare,

Hope to endure, sith workes of heauenly wits

Are quite deuourd, and brought to nought by little bits?

Then pardon, O most sacred happie spirit,

That I thy labours lost may thus reuiue,

And steale from thee the meede of thy due merit,

That none durst euer whilest thou wast aliue,

And being dead in vaine yet many striue:

Ne dare I like, but through infusion sweete

Of thine owne spirit, which doth in me suruiue,

I follow here the footing of thy feete,

That with thy meaning so I may the rather meete.

Cambelloes sister was fayre Canacee,

That was the learnedst Ladie in her dayes,

Well seene in euerie science that mote bee,

And euery secret worke of natures wayes,

In wittie riddles, and in wise soothsayes,

In power of herbes, and tunes of beasts and burds;

And, that augmented all her other prayse,

She modest was in all her deedes and words,

And wondrous chast of life, yet lou'd of Knights & Lords.

Full many Lords, and many Knights her loued,

Yet she to none of them her liking lent,

Ne euer was with fond affection moued,

But rul'd her thoughts with goodly gouernement,

For dread of blame and honours blemishment;

And eke vnto her lookes a law she made,

That none of them once out of order went,

But like to warie Centonels well stayd,

Still watcht on euery side, of secret foes affrayd.

So much the more as she refusd to loue,

So much the more she loued was and sought,

That oftentimes vnquiet strife did moue

Amongst her louers, and great quarrels wrought,

That oft for her in bloudie armes they fought.

Which whenas Cambell, that was stout and wise,

Perceiu'd would breede great mischiefe, he bethought

How to preuent the perill that mote rise,

And turne both him and her to honour in this wise.

One day, when all that troupe of warlike wooers

Assembled were, to weet whose she should bee,

All mightie men and dreadfull derring dooers,

(The harder it to make them well agree)

Amongst them all this end he did decree;

That of them all, which loue to her did make,

They by consent should chose the stoutest three,

That with himselfe should combat for her sake,

And of them all the victour should his sister take.

Bold was the chalenge, as himselfe was bold,

And courage full of haughtie hardiment,

Approued oft in perils manifold,

Which he atchieu'd to his great ornament:

But yet his sisters skill vnto him lent

Most confidence and hope of happie speed,

Conceiued by a ring, which she him sent,

That mongst the manie vertues, which we reed,

Had power to staunch al wounds, that mortally did bleed.

Well was that rings great vertue knowen to all,

That dread thereof, and his redoubted might

Did all that youthly rout so much appall,

That none of them durst vndertake the fight;

More wise they weend to make of loue delight,

Then life to hazard for faire Ladies looke;

And yet vncertaine by such outward sight,

Though for her sake they all that perill tooke,

Whether she would them loue, or in her liking brooke.

Amongst those knights there were three brethren bold,

Three bolder brethren neuer were yborne,

Borne of one mother in one happie mold,

Borne at one burden in one happie morne;

Thrise happie mother, and thrise happie morne,

That bore three such, three such not to be fond;

Her name was Agape whose children werne

All three as one, the first hight Priamond,

The second Dyamond, the youngest Triamond.

Stout Priamond, but not so strong to strike,

Strong Diamond, but not so stout a knight,

But Triamond was stout and strong alike:

On horsebacke vsed Triamond to fight,

And Priamond on foote had more delight,

But horse and foote knew Diamond to wield:

With curtaxe vsed Diamond to smite,

And Triamond to handle speare and shield,

But speare and curtaxe both vsd Priamond in field.

These three did loue each other dearely well,

And with so firme affection were allyde,

As if but one soule in them all did dwell,

Which did her powre into three parts diuyde;

Like three faire branches budding farre and wide,

That from one roote deriu'd their vitall sap:

And like that roote that doth her life diuide,

Their mother was, and had full blessed hap,

These three so noble babes to bring forth at one clap.

Their mother was a Fay, and had the skill

Of secret things, and all the powres of nature,

Which she by art could vse vnto her will,

And to her seruice bind each liuing creature;

Through secret vnderstanding of their feature.

Thereto she was right faire, when so her face

She list discouer, and of goodly stature;

But she as Fayes are wont, in priuie place

Did spend her dayes, and lov'd in forests wyld to space.

There on a day a noble youthly knight

Seeking aduentures in the saluage wood,

Did by great fortune get of her the sight;

As she sate carelesse by a cristall flood,

Combing her golden lockes, as seemd her good:

And vnawares vpon her laying hold,

That stroue in vaine him long to haue withstood,

Oppressed her, and there (as it is told)

Got these three louely babes, that prov'd three champions bold.

Which she with her long fostred in that wood,

Till that to ripenesse of mans state they grew:

Then shewing forth signes of their fathers blood,

They loued armes, and knighthood did ensew,

Seeking aduentures, where they anie knew.

Which when their mother saw, she gan to dout

Their safetie, least by searching daungers new,

And rash prouoking perils all about,

Their days mote be abridged through their corage stout.

Therefore desirous th'end of all their dayes

To know, and them t'enlarge with long extent,

By wondrous skill, and many hidden wayes,

To the three fatall sisters house she went.

Farre vnder ground from tract of liuing went,

Downe in the bottome of the deepe Abysse,

Where Demogorgon in dull darknesse pent,

Farre from the view of Gods and heauens blis,

The hideous Chaos keepes, their dreadfull dwelling is.

There she them found, all sitting round about

The direfull distaffe standing in the mid,

And with vnwearied fingers drawing out

The lines of life, from liuing knowledge hid.

Sad Clotho held the rocke, the whiles the thrid

By griesly Lachesis was spun with paine,

That cruell Atropos eftsoones vndid,

With cursed knife cutting the twist in twaine:

Most wretched men, whose dayes depend on thrids so vaine.

She them saluting, there by them sate still,

Beholding how the thrids of life they span:

And when at last she had beheld her fill,

Trembling in heart, and looking pale and wan,

Her cause of comming she to tell began.

To whom fierce Atropos, Bold Fay, that durst

Come see the secret of the life of man,

Well worthie thou to be of Ioue accurst,

And eke thy childrens thrids to be asunder burst.

Whereat she sore affrayd, yet her besought

To graunt her boone, and rigour to abate,

That she might see her childrens thrids forth brought,

And know the measure of their vtmost date,

To them ordained by eternall fate.

Which Clotho graunting, shewed her the same:

That when she saw, it did her much amate,

To see their thrids so thin, as spiders frame,

And eke so short, that seemd their ends out shortly came.

She then began them humbly to intreate,

To draw them longer out, and better twine,

That so their liues might be prolonged late.

But Lachesis thereat gan to repine,

And sayd, Fond dame that deem'st of things diuine

As of humane, that they may altred bee,

And chaung'd at pleasure for those impes of thine.

Not so; for what the Fates do once decree,

Not all the gods can chaunge, nor Ioue him self can free.

Then since (quoth she) the terme of each mans life

For nought may lessened nor enlarged bee,

Graunt this, that when ye shred with fatall knife

His line, which is the eldest of the three,

Which is of them the shortest, as I see,

Eftsoones his life may passe into the next;

And when the next shall likewise ended bee,

That both their liues may likewise be annext

Vnto the third, that his may so be trebly wext.

They graunted it; and then that carefull Fay

Departed thence with full contended mynd;

And comming home, in warlike fresh aray

Them found all three according to their kynd:

But vnto them what destinie was assynd,

Or how their liues were eekt, she did not tell;

But euermore, when she fit time could fynd,

She warned them to tend their safeties well,

And loue each other deare, what euer them befell.

So did they surely during all their dayes,

And neuer discord did amongst them fall;

Which much augmented all their other praise.

And now t'increase affection naturall,

In loue of Canacee they ioyned all:

Vpon which ground this same great battell grew,

Great matter growing of beginning small;

The which for length I will not here pursew,

But rather will reserue it for a Canto new.

Canto III

The battell twixt three brethren, with

Cambell for Canacee.

Cambina with true friendships bond

doth their long strife agree.

O Why doe wretched men so much desire,

To draw their dayes vnto the vtmost date,

And doe not rather wish them soone expire,

Knowing the miserie of their estate,

And thousand perills which them still awate,

Tossing them like a boate amid the mayne,

That euery houre they knocke at deathes gate?

And he that happie seemes and least in payne,

Yet is as nigh his end, as he that most doth playne.

Therefore this Fay I hold but fond and vaine,

The which in seeking for her children three

Long life, thereby did more prolong their paine.

Yet whilest they liued none did euer see

More happie creatures, then they seem'd to bee,

Nor more ennobled for their courtesie,

That made them dearely lou'd of each degree;

Ne more renowmed for their cheualrie,

That made them dreaded much of all men farre and nie.

These three that hardie chalenge tooke in hand,

For Canacee with Cambell for to fight:

The day was set, that all might vnderstand,

And pledges pawnd the same to keepe a right,

That day, the dreddest day that liuing wight

Did euer see vpon this world to shine,

So soone as heauens window shewed light,

These warlike Champions all in armour shine,

Assembled were in field, the chalenge to define.

The field with listes was all about enclos'd,

To barre the prease of people farre away;

And at th'one side sixe iudges were dispos'd,

To view and deeme the deedes of armes that day;

And on the other side in fresh aray,

Fayre Canacee vpon a stately stage

Was set, to see the fortune of that fray,

And to be seene, as his most worthie wage,

That could her purchase with his liues aduentur'd gage.

Then entred Cambell first into the list,

With stately steps, and fearelesse countenance,

As if the conquest his he surely wist.

Soone after did the brethren three aduance,

In braue aray and goodly amenance,

With scutchins gilt and banners broad displayd:

And marching thrise in warlike ordinance,

Thrise lowted lowly to the noble Mayd,

The whiles shril trompets & loud clarions sweetly playd.

Which doen the doughty chalenger came forth,

All arm'd to point his chalenge to abet:

Gainst whom Sir Priamond with equall worth:

And equall armes himselfe did forward set.

A trompet blew; they both together met,

With dreadfull force, and furious intent,

Carelesse of perill in their fiers affret,

As if that life to losse they had forelent,

And cared not to spare, that should be shortly spent.

Right practicke was Sir Priamond in fight,

And throughly skild in vse of shield and speare;

Ne lesse approued was Cambelloes might,

Ne lesse his skill in weapons did appeare,

That hard it was to weene which harder were.

Full many mightie strokes on either side

Were sent, that seemed death in them to beare,

But they were both so watchfull and well eyde,

That they auoyded were, and vainely by did slyde.

Yet one of many was so strongly bent

By Priamond, that with vnluckie glaunce,

Through Cambels shoulder it vnwarely went,

That forced him his shield to disaduaunce:

Much was he grieued with that gracelesse chaunce,

Yet from the wound no drop of bloud there fell,

But wondrous paine, that did the more enhaunce

His haughtie courage to aduengement fell:

Smart daunts not mighty harts, but makes them more to swell.

With that his poynant speare he fierce auentred,

With doubled force close vnderneath his shield,

That through the mayles into his thigh it entred,

And there arresting, readie way did yield,

For bloud to gush forth on the grassie field;

That he for paine himselfe n'ote right vpreare,

But too and fro in great amazement reel'd,

Like an old Oke whose pith and sap is seare,

At puffe of euery storme doth stagger here and theare.

Whom so dismayd when Cambell had espide,

Againe he droue at him with double might,

That nought mote stay the steele, till in his side

The mortall point most cruelly empight:

Where fast infixed, whilest he sought by slight

It forth to wrest, the staffe a sunder brake,

And left the head behind: with which despight

He all enrag'd, his shiuering speare did shake,

And charging him a fresh thus felly him bespake.

Lo faitour there thy meede vnto thee take,

The meede of thy mischalenge and abet:

Not for thine owne, but for thy sisters sake,

Haue I thus long thy life vnto thee let:

But to forbeare doth not forgiue the det.

The wicked weapon heard his wrathfull vow,

And passing forth with furious affret,

Pierst through his beuer quite into his brow,

That with the force it backward forced him to bow.

Therewith a sunder in the midst it brast,

And in his hand nought but the troncheon left,

The other halfe behind yet sticking fast,

Out of his headpeece Cambell fiercely reft,

And with such furie backe at him it heft,

That making way vnto his dearest life,

His weasand pipe it through his gorget cleft:

Thence streames of purple bloud issuing rife,

Let forth his wearie ghost and made an end of strife.

His wearie ghost assoyld from fleshly band,

Did not as others wont, directly fly

Vnto her rest in Plutoes griesly land,

Ne into ayre did vanish presently,

Ne chaunged was into a starre in sky:

But through traduction was eftsoones deriued,

Like as his mother prayd the Destinie,

Into his other brethren, that suruiued,

In whom he liu'd a new, of former life depriued.

Whom when on ground his brother next beheld,

Though sad and sorie for so heauy sight,

Yet leaue vnto his sorrow did not yeeld,

But rather stird to vengeance and despight,

Through secret feeling of his generous spright,

Rusht fiercely forth, the battell to renew,

As in reuersion of his brothers right;

And chalenging the Virgin as his dew.

His foe was soone addrest: the trompets freshly blew.

With that they both together fiercely met,

As if that each ment other to deuoure;

And with their axes both so sorely bet,

That neither plate nor mayle, whereas their powre

They felt, could once sustaine the hideous stowre,

But riued were like rotten wood a sunder,

Whilest through their rifts the ruddie bloud did showre

And fire did flash, like lightning after thunder,

That fild the lookers on attonce with ruth and wonder.

As when two Tygers prickt with hungers rage,

Haue by good fortune found some beasts fresh spoyle,

On which they weene their famine to asswage,

And gaine a feastfull guerdon of their toyle,

Both falling out doe stirre vp strifefull broyle,

And cruell battell twixt themselues doe make,

Whiles neither lets the other touch the soyle,

But either sdeignes with other to partake:

So cruelly these Knights stroue for that Ladies sake.

Full many strokes, that mortally were ment,

The whiles were enterchaunged twixt them two;

Yet they were all with so good wariment

Or warded, or auoyded and let goe,

That still the life stood fearelesse of her foe:

Till Diamond disdeigning long delay

Of doubtfull fortune wauering to and fro,

Resolu'd to end it one or other way;

And heau'd his murdrous axe at him with mighty sway.

The dreadfull stroke in case it had arriued,

Where it was ment, (so deadly it was ment)

The soule had sure out of his bodie riued,

And stinted all the strife incontinent.

But Cambels fate that fortune did preuent:

For seeing it at hand, he swaru'd asyde,

And so gaue way vnto his fell intent:

Who missing of the marke which he had eyde,

Was with the force nigh feld whilst his right foot did slyde.

As when a Vulture greedie of his pray,

Through hunger long, that hart to him doth lend,

Strikes at an Heron with all his bodies sway,

That from his force seemes nought may it defend;

The warie fowle that spies him toward bend

His dreadfull souse auoydes, it shunning light,

And maketh him his wing in vaine to spend;

That with the weight of his owne weeldlesse might,

He falleth nigh to ground, and scarse recouereth flight.

Which faire aduenture when Cambello spide,

Full lightly, ere himselfe he could recower,

From daungers dread to ward his naked side,

He can let driue at him with all his power,

And with his axe him smote in euill hower,

That from his shoulders quite his head he reft:

The headlesse tronke, as heedlesse of that stower,

Stood still a while, and his fast footing kept,

Till feeling life to fayle, it fell, and deadly slept.

They which that piteous spectacle beheld,

Were much amaz'd the headlesse tronke to see

Stand vp so long, and weapon vaine to weld,

Vnweeting of the Fates diuine decree,

For lifes succession in those brethren three.

For notwithstanding that one soule was reft,

Yet, had the bodie not dismembred bee,

It would haue liued, and reuiued eft;

But finding no fit seat, the lifelesse corse it left.

It left; but that same soule, which therein dwelt,

Streight entring into Triamond, him fild

With double life, and griefe, which when he felt,

As one whose inner parts had bene ythrild

With point of steele, that close his hartbloud spild,

He lightly lept out of his place of rest,

And rushing forth into the emptie field,

Against Cambello fiercely him addrest;

Who him affronting soone to fight was readie prest.

Well mote ye wonder how that noble Knight,

After he had so often wounded beene,

Could stand on foot, now to renew the fight.

But had ye then him forth aduauncing seene,

Some newborne wight ye would him surely weene:

So fresh he seemed and so fierce in sight;

Like as a Snake, whom wearie winters teene,

Hath worne to nought, now feeling sommers might,

Casts off his ragged skin and freshly doth him dight.

All was through vertue of the ring he wore,

The which not onely did not from him let

One drop of bloud to fall, but did restore

His weakned powers, and dulled spirits whet,

Through working of the stone therein yset.

Else how could one of equall might with most,

Against so many no lesse mightie met,

Once thinke to match three such on equall cost,

Three such as able were to match a puissant host.

Yet nought thereof was Triamond adredde,

Ne desperate of glorious victorie,

But sharpely him assayld, and sore bestedde,

With heapes of strokes, which he at him let flie,

As thicke as hayle forth poured from the skie:

He stroke, he soust, he foynd, he hewd, he lasht,

And did his yron brond so fast applie,

That from the same the fierie sparkles flasht,

As fast as water-sprinckles gainst a rocke are dasht.

Much was Cambello daunted with his blowes,

So thicke they fell, and forcibly were sent,

That he was forst from daunger of the throwes

Backe to retire, and somewhat to relent,

Till th'heat of his fierce furie he had spent:

Which when for want of breath gan to abate,

He then afresh with new encouragement

Did him assayle, and mightily amate,

As fast as forward erst, now backward to retrate.

Like as the tide that comes fro th'Ocean mayne,

Flowes vp the Shenan with contrarie forse,

And ouerruling him in his owne rayne,

Driues backe the current of his kindly course,

And makes it seeme to haue some other sourse:

But when the floud is spent, then backe againe

His borrowed waters forst to redisbourse,

He sends the sea his owne with double gaine,

And tribute eke withall, as to his Soueraine.

Thus did the battell varie to and fro,

With diuerse fortune doubtfull to be deemed:

Now this the better had, now had his fo;

Then he halfe vanquisht, then the other seemed,

Yet victors both them selues alwayes esteemed.

And all the while the disentrayled blood

Adowne their sides like litle riuers stremed,

That with the wasting of his vitall flood,

Sir Triamond at last full faint and feeble stood.

But Cambell still more strong and greater grew,

Ne felt his blood to wast, ne powres emperisht,

Through that rings vertue, that with vigour new,

Still when as he enfeebled was, him cherisht,

And all his wounds, and all his bruses guarisht,

Like as a withered tree through husbands toyle

Is often seene full freshly to haue florisht,

And fruitfull apples to haue borne awhile,

As fresh as when it first was planted in the soyle.

Through which aduantage, in his strength he rose,

And smote the other with so wondrous might,

That through the seame, which did his hauberk close,

Into his throate and life it pierced quight,

That downe he fell as dead in all mens sight:

Yet dead he was not, yet he sure did die,

As all men do, that lose the liuing spright:

So did one soule out of his bodie flie

Vnto her natiue home from mortall miserie.

But nathelesse whilst all the lookers on

Him dead behight, as he to all appeard,

All vnawares he started vp anon,

As one that had out of a dreame bene reard,

And fresh assayld his foe; who halfe affeard

Of th'vncouth sight, as he some ghost had seene,

Stood still amaz'd, holding his idle sweard;

Till hauing often by him stricken beene,

He forced was to strike, and saue him selfe from teene.

Yet from thenceforth more warily he fought,

As one in feare the Stygian gods t'offend,

Ne followd on so fast, but rather sought

Him selfe to saue, and daunger to defend,

Then life and labour both in vaine to spend.

Which Triamond perceiuing, weened sure

He gan to faint, toward the battels end,

And that he should not long on foote endure,

A signe which did to him the victorie assure.

Whereof full blith, eftsoones his mightie hand

He heav'd on high, in mind with that same blow

To make an end of all that did withstand:

Which Cambell seeing come, was nothing slow

Him selfe to saue from that so deadly throw;

And at that instant reaching forth his sweard

Close vnderneath his shield, that scarce did show,

Stroke him, as he his hand to strike vpreard,

In th'arm-pit full, that through both sides the wound appeard.

Yet still that direfull stroke kept on his way,

And falling heauie on Cambelloes crest,

Strooke him so hugely, that in swowne he lay,

And in his head an hideous wound imprest:

And sure had it not happily found rest

Vpon the brim of his brode plated shield,

It would haue cleft his braine downe to his brest.

So both at once fell dead vpon the field,

And each to other seemd the victorie to yield.

Which when as all the lookers on beheld,

They weened sure the warre was at an end,

And Iudges rose, and Marshals of the field

Broke vp the listes, their armes away to rend;

And Canacee gan wayle her dearest frend.

All suddenly they both vpstarted light,

The one out of the swownd, which him did blend,

The other breathing now another spright,

And fiercely each assayling, gan afresh to fight.

Long while they then continued in that wize,

As if but then the battell had begonne:

Strokes, wounds, wards, weapons, all they did despise,

Ne either car'd to ward, or perill shonne,

Desirous both to haue the battell donne;

Ne either cared life to saue or spill,

Ne which of them did winne, ne which were wonne.

So wearie both of fighting had their fill,

That life it selfe seemd loathsome, and long safetie ill.

Whilst thus the case in doubtfull ballance hong,

Vnsure to whether side it would incline,

And all mens eyes and hearts, which there among

Stood gazing, filled were with rufull tine,

And secret feare, to see their fatall fine,

All suddenly they heard a troublous noyes,

That seemd some perilous tumult to desine,

Confusd with womens cries, and shouts of boyes,

Such as the troubled Theaters oftimes annoyes.

Thereat the Champions both stood still a space,

To weeten what that sudden clamour ment;

Lo where they spyde with speedie whirling pace,

One in a charet of straunge furniment,

Towards them driuing like a storme out sent.

The charet decked was in wondrous wize,

With gold and many a gorgeous ornament,

After the Persian Monarks antique guize,

Such as the maker selfe could best by art deuize.

And drawne it was (that wonder is to tell)

Of two grim lyons, taken from the wood,

In which their powre all others did excell;

Now made forget their former cruell mood,

T'obey their riders hest, as seemed good.

And therein sate a Ladie passing faire

And bright, that seemed borne of Angels brood,

And with her beautie bountie did compare,

Whether of them in her should haue the greater share.

Thereto she learned was in Magicke leare,

And all the artes, that subtill wits discouer,

Hauing therein bene trained many a yeare,

And well instructed by the Fay her mother,

That in the same she farre exceld all other.

Who vnderstanding by her mightie art,

Of th'euill plight, in which her dearest brother

Now stood, came forth in hast to take his part,

And pacifie the strife, which causd so deadly smart.

And as she passed through th'vnruly preace

Of people, thronging thicke her to behold,

Her angrie teame breaking their bonds of peace,

Great heapes of them, like sheepe in narrow fold,

For hast did ouer-runne, in dust enrould,

That thorough rude confusion of the rout,

Some fearing shriekt, some being harmed hould,

Some laught for sport, some did for wonder shout,

And some that would seeme wise, their wonder turnd to dout.

In her right hand a rod of peace shee bore,

About the which two Serpents weren wound,

Entrayled mutually in louely lore,

And by the tailes together firmely bound,

And both were with one oliue garland crownd,

Like to the rod which Maias sonne doth wield,

Wherewith the hellish fiends he doth confound.

And in her other hand a cup she hild,

The which was with Nepenthe to the brim vpfild.

Nepenthe is a drinck of souerayne grace,

Deuized by the Gods, for to asswage

Harts grief, and bitter gall away to chace,

Which stirs vp anguish and contentious rage:

In stead thereof sweet peace and quiet age

It doth establish in the troubled mynd.

Few men, but such as sober are and sage,

Are by the Gods to drinck thereof assynd;

But such as drinck, eternall happinesse do fynd.

Such famous men, such worthies of the earth,

As Ioue will haue aduaunced to the skie,

And there made gods, though borne of mortall berth,

For their high merits and great dignitie,

Are wont, before they may to heauen flie,

To drincke hereof, whereby all cares forepast

Are washt away quite from their memorie.

So did those olde Heroes hereof taste,

Before that they in blisse amongst the Gods were plaste.

Much more of price and of more gratious powre

Is this, then that same water of Ardenne,

The which Rinaldo drunck in happie howre,

Described by that famous Tuscane penne:

For that had might to change the hearts of men

Fro loue to hate, a change of euill choise:

But this doth hatred make in loue to brenne,

And heauy heart with comfort doth reioyce.

Who would not to this vertue rather yeeld his voice?

At last arriuing by the listes side,

Shee with her rod did softly smite the raile,

Which straight flew ope, and gaue her way to ride.

Eftsoones out of her Coch she gan auaile,

And pacing fairely forth, did bid all haile,

First to her brother, whom she loued deare,

That so to see him made her heart to quaile:

And next to Cambell, whose sad ruefull cheare

Made her to change her hew, and hidden loue t'appeare.

They lightly her requit (for small delight

They had as then her long to entertaine.)

And eft them turned both againe to fight;

Which when she saw, downe on the bloudy plaine

Her selfe she threw, and teares gan shed amaine;

Amongst her teares immixing prayers meeke,

And with her prayers reasons to restraine

From blouddy strife, and blessed peace to seeke,

By all that vnto them was deare, did them beseeke.

But when as all might nought with them preuaile,

Shee smote them lightly with her powrefull wand.

Then suddenly as if their hearts did faile,

Their wrathfull blades downe fell out of their hand,

And they like men astonisht still did stand.

Thus whilest their minds were doubtfully distraught,

And mighty spirites bound with mightier band,

Her golden cup to them for drinke she raught,

Whereof full glad for thirst, ech drunk an harty draught.

Of which so soone as they once tasted had,

Wonder it is that sudden change to see:

Instead of strokes, each other kissed glad,

And louely haulst from feare of treason free,

And plighted hands for euer friends to be.

When all men saw this sudden change of things,

So mortall foes so friendly to agree,

For passing ioy, which so great maruaile brings,

They all gan shout aloud, that all the heauen rings.

All which, when gentle Canacee beheld,

In hast she from her lofty chaire descended,

To weet what sudden tidings was befeld:

Where when she saw that cruell war so ended,

And deadly foes so faithfully affrended,

In louely wise she gan that Lady greet,

Which had so great dismay so well amended,

And entertaining her with curt'sies meet,

Profest to her true friendship and affection sweet.

Thus when they all accorded goodly were,

The trumpets sounded, and they all arose,

Thence to depart with glee and gladsome chere.

Those warlike champions both together chose,

Homeward to march, themselues there to repose,

And wise Cambina taking by her side

Faire Canacee, as fresh as morning rose,

Vnto her Coch remounting, home did ride,

Admir'd of all the people, and much glorifide.

Where making ioyous feast theire daies they spent

In perfect loue, deuoide of hatefull strife,

Allide with bands of mutuall couplement;

For Triamond had Canacee to wife,

With whom he ledd a long and happie life;

And Cambel tooke Cambina to his fere,

The which as life were each to other liefe.

So all alike did loue, and loued were,

That since their days such louers were not found elswhere.

Canto IV

Satyrane makes a Turneyment

For loue of Florimell:

Britomart winnes the prize from all,

And Artegall doth quell.

I T often fals, (as here it earst befell)

That mortall foes doe turne to faithfull frends,

And friends profest are chaungd to foemen fell:

The cause of both, of both their minds depends;

And th'end of both likewise of both their ends.

For enmitie, that of no ill proceeds,

But of occasion, with th'occasion ends;

And friendship, which a faint affection breeds

Without regard of good, dyes like ill grounded seeds.

That well (me seemes) appeares, by that of late

Twixt Cambell and Sir Triamond befell,

As als by this, that now a new debate

Stird vp twixt Scudamour and Paridell,

The which by course befals me here to tell:

Who hauing those two other Knights espide,

Marching afore, as ye remember well,

Sent forth their Squire to haue them both descride,

And eke those masked Ladies riding them beside.

Who backe returning, told as he had seene,

That they were doughtie knights of dreaded name;

And those two Ladies, their two loues vnseene;

And therefore wisht them without blot or blame,

To let them passe at will, for dread of shame.

But Blandamour full of vainglorious spright,

And rather stird by his discordfull Dame,

Vpon them gladly would haue prov'd his might,

But that he yet was sore of his late lucklesse fight.

Yet nigh approching, he them fowle bespake,

Disgracing them, him selfe thereby to grace,

As was his wont; so weening way to make

To Ladies loue, where so he came in place,

And with lewd termes their louers to deface.

Whose sharpe prouokement them incenst so sore,

That both were bent t'auenge his vsage base,

And gan their shields addresse them selues afore:

For euill deedes may better then bad words be bore.

But faire Cambina with perswasions myld,

Did mitigate the fiercenesse of their mode,

That for the present they were reconcyld,

And gan to treate of deeds of armes abrode,

And strange aduentures, all the way they rode:

Amongst the which they told, as then befell,

Of that great turney, which was blazed brode,

For that rich girdle of faire Florimell,

The prize of her, which did in beautie most excell.

To which folke-mote they all with one consent,

Sith each of them his Ladie had him by,

Whose beautie each of them thought excellent,

Agreed to trauell, and their fortunes try.

So as they passed forth, they did espy

One in bright armes, with ready speare in rest,

That toward them his course seem'd to apply,

Gainst whom Sir Paridell himselfe addrest,

Him weening, ere he nigh approcht to haue represt.

Which th'other seeing, gan his course relent,

And vaunted speare eftsoones to disaduaunce,

As if he naught but peace and pleasure ment,

Now falne into their fellowship by chance,

Whereat they shewed curteous countenaunce.

So as he rode with them accompanide,

His rouing eie did on the Lady glaunce,

Which Blandamour had riding by his side:

Whom sure he weend, that he some wher tofore had eide.

It was to weete that snowy Florimell,

Which Ferrau late from Braggadochio wonne,

Whom he now seeing, her remembred well,

How hauing reft her from the witches sonne,

He soone her lost: wherefore he now begunne

To challenge her anew, as his owne prize,

Whom formerly he had in battell wonne,

And proffer made by force her to reprize:

Which scornefull offer, Blandamour gan soone despize.

And said, Sir Knight, sith ye this Lady clame,

Whom he that hath, were loth to lose so light,

(For so to lose a Lady, were great shame)

Yee shall her winne, as I haue done in fight:

And lo shee shall be placed here in sight,

Together with this Hag beside her set,

That who so winnes her, may her haue by right:

But he shall haue the Hag that is ybet,

And with her alwaies ride, till he another get.

That offer pleased all the company,

So Florimell with Ate forth was brought,

At which they all gan laugh full merrily:

But Braggadochio said, he neuer thought

For such an Hag, that seemed worse then nought,

His person to emperill so in fight.

But if to match that Lady they had sought

Another like, that were like faire and bright,

His life he then would spend to iustifie his right.

At which his vaine excuse they all gan smile,

As scorning his vnmanly cowardize:

And Florimell him fowly gan reuile,

That for her sake refus'd to enterprize

The battell, offred in so knightly wize.

And Ate eke prouokt him priuily,

With loue of her, and shame of such mesprize.

But naught he car'd for friend or enemy,

For in base mind nor friendship dwels nor enmity.

But Cambell thus did shut vp all in iest,

Braue Knights and Ladies, certes ye doe wrong

To stirre vp strife, when most vs needeth rest,

That we may vs reserue both fresh and strong,

Against the Turneiment which is not long.

When who so list to fight, may fight his fill,

Till then your challenges ye may prolong;

And then it shall be tried, if ye will,

Whether shall haue the Hag, or hold the Lady still.

They all agreed: so turning all to game,

And pleasaunt bord, they past forth on their way,

And all that while, where so they rode or came,

That masked Mock-knight was their sport and play.

Till that at length vpon th'appointed day,

Vnto the place of turneyment they came;

Where they before them found in fresh aray

Manie a braue knight, and manie a daintie dame

Assembled, for to get the honour of that game.

There this faire crewe arriuing, did diuide

Them selues asunder: Blandamour with those

Of his, on th'one; the rest on th'other side.

But boastfull Braggadocchio rather chose,

For glorie vaine their fellowship to lose,

That men on him the more might gaze alone.

The rest them selues in troupes did else dispose,

Like as it seemed best to euery one;

The knights in couples marcht, with ladies linckt attone.

Then first of all forth came Sir Satyrane,

Bearing that precious relicke in an arke

Of gold, that bad eyes might it not prophane:

Which drawing softly forth out of the darke,

He open shewd, that all men it mote marke.

A gorgeous girdle, curiously embost

With pearle & precious stone, worth many a marke;

Yet did the workmanship farre passe the cost:

It was the same, which lately Florimel had lost.

That same aloft he hong in open vew,

To be the prize of beautie and of might;

The which eftsoones discouered, to it drew

The eyes of all, allur'd with close delight,

And hearts quite robbed with so glorious sight,

That all men threw out vowes and wishes vaine.

Thrise happie Ladie, and thrise happie knight,

Them seemd, that could so goodly riches gaine,

So worthie of the perill, worthy of the paine.

Then tooke the bold Sir Satyrane in hand

An huge great speare, such as he wont to wield,

And vauncing forth from all the other band

Of knights, addrest his maiden-headed shield,

Shewing him selfe all ready for the field.

Gainst whom there singled from the other side

A Painim knight, that well in armes was skild,

And had in many a battell oft bene tride,

Hight Bruncheual the bold, who fiersly forth did ride.

So furiously they both together met,

That neither could the others force sustaine;

As two fierce Buls, that striue the rule to get

Of all the heard, meete with so hideous maine,

That both rebutted, tumble on the plaine:

So these two champions to the ground were feld,

Where in a maze they both did long remaine,

And in their hands their idle troncheons held,

Which neither able were to wag, or once to weld.

Which when the noble Ferramont espide,

He pricked forth in ayd of Satyran;

And him against Sir Blandamour did ride

With all the strength and stifnesse that he can.

But the more strong and stiffely that he ran,

So much more sorely to the ground he fell,

That on an heape were tumbled horse and man.

Vnto whose rescue forth rode Paridell;

But him likewise with that same speare he eke did quell.

Which Braggadocchio seeing, had no will

To hasten greatly to his parties ayd,

Albee his turne were next; but stood there still,

As one that seemed doubtfull or dismayd.

But Triamond halfe wroth to see him staid,

Sternly stept forth, and raught away his speare,

With which so sore he Ferramont assaid,

That horse and man to ground he quite did beare,

That neither could in hast themselues againe vpreare.

Which to auenge, Sir Deuon him did dight,

But with no better fortune then the rest:

For him likewise he quickly downe did smight,

And after him Sir Douglas him addrest,

And after him Sir Paliumord forth prest,

But none of them against his strokes could stand,

But all the more, the more his praise increst.

For either they were left vppon the land,

Or went away sore wounded of his haplesse hand.

And now by this, Sir Satyrane abraid,

Out of the swowne, in which too long he lay;

And looking round about, like one dismaid,

When as he saw the mercilesse affray

Which doughty Triamond had wrought that day,

Vnto the noble Knights of Maidenhead,

His mighty heart did almost rend in tway,

For very gall, that rather wholly dead

Himselfe he wisht haue beene, then in so bad a stead.

Eftsoones he gan to gather vp around

His weapons, which lay scattered all abrode,

And as it fell, his steed he ready found.

On whom remounting, fiercely forth he rode,

Like sparke of fire that from the anduile glode.

There where he saw the valiant Triamond

Chasing, and laying on them heauy lode,

That none his force were able to withstond,

So dreadfull were his strokes, so deadly was his hond.

With that, at him his beam-like speare he aimed,

And thereto all his power and might applide:

The wicked steele for mischiefe first ordained,

And hauing now misfortune got for guide,

Staid not, till it arriued in his side.

And therein made a very griesly wound,

That streames of bloud his armour all bedide.

Much was he daunted with that direfull stound,

That scarse he him vpheld from falling in a sound.

Yet as he might, himselfe he soft withdrew

Out of the field, that none perceiu'd it plaine.

Then gan the part of Chalengers anew

To range the field, and victorlike to raine,

That none against them battell durst maintaine.

By that the gloomy euening on them fell,

That forced them from fighting to refraine,

And trumpets sound to cease did them compell.

So Satyrane that day was iudg'd to beare the bell.

The morrow next the Turney gan anew,

And with the first the hardy Satyrane

Appear'd in place, with all his noble crew:

On th'other side, full many a warlike swaine,

Assembled were, that glorious prize to gaine.

But mongst them all, was not Sir Triamond,

Vnable he new battell to darraine,

Through grieuaunce of his late receiued wound,

That doubly did him grieue, when so himselfe he found.

Which Cambell seeing, though he could not salue,

Ne done vndoe, yet for to salue his name,

And purchase honour in his friends behalue,

This goodly counterfesaunce he did frame.

The shield and armes well knowne to be the same,

Which Triamond had worne, vnwares to wight,

And to his friend vnwist, for doubt of blame,

If he misdid, he on himselfe did dight,

That none could him discerne, and so went forth to fight.

There Satyrane Lord of the field he found,

Triumphing in great ioy and iolity;

Gainst whom none able was to stand on ground;

That much he gan his glorie to enuy,

And cast t'auenge his friends indignity.

A mightie speare eftsoones at him he bent;

Who seeing him come on so furiously,

Met him mid-way with equall hardiment,

That forcibly to ground they both together went.

They vp againe them selues can lightly reare,

And to their tryed swords them selues betake;

With which they wrought such wondrous maruels there,

That all the rest it did amazed make,

Ne any dar'd their perill to partake;

Now cuffling close, now chacing to and fro,

Now hurtling round aduantage for to take:

As two wild Boares together grapling go,

Chaufing and foming choler each against his fo.

So as they courst, and turneyd here and theare,

It chaunst Sir Satyrane his steed at last,

Whether through foundring or through sodein feare

To stumble, that his rider nigh he cast;

Which vauntage Cambell did pursue so fast,

That ere him selfe he had recouered well,

So sore he sowst him on the compast creast,

That forced him to leaue his loftie sell,

And rudely tumbling downe vnder his horse feete fell.

Lightly Cambello leapt downe from his steed,

For to haue rent his shield and armes away,

That whylome wont to be the victors meed;

When all vnwares he felt an hideous sway

Of many swords, that lode on him did lay.

An hundred knights had him enclosed round,

To rescue Satyrane out of his pray;

All which at once huge strokes on him did pound,

In hope to take him prisoner, where he stood on ground.

He with their multitude was nought dismayd,

But with stout courage turnd vpon them all,

And with his brondiron round about him layd;

Of which he dealt large almes, as did befall:

Like as a Lion that by chaunce doth fall

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 haue him taken captiue, though it grieue him sore.

Whereof when newes to Triamond was brought,

There as he lay, his wound he soone forgot,

And starting vp, streight for his armour sought:

In vaine he sought; for there he found it not;

Cambello it away before had got:

Cambelloes armes therefore he on him threw,

And lightly issewd forth to take his lot.

There he in troupe found all that warlike crew,

Leading his friend away, full sorie to his vew.

Into the thickest of that knightly preasse

He thrust, and smote downe all that was betweene,

Caried with feruent zeale, ne did he ceasse,

Till that he came, where he had Cambell seene,

Like captive thral two other Knights atweene,

There he amongst them cruell hauocke makes;

That they which lead him, soone enforced beene

To let him loose, to saue their proper stakes;

Who being freed, from one a weapon fiercely takes.

With that he driues at them with dreadfull might,

Both in remembrance of his friends late harme,

And in reuengement of his owne despight,

So both together giue a new allarme,

As if but now the battell wexed warme.

As when two greedy Wolues doe breake by force

Into an heard, farre from the husband farme,

They spoile and rauine without all remorse,

So did these two through all the field their foes enforce.

Fiercely they followd on their bolde emprize,

Till trumpets sound did warne them all to rest;

Then all with one consent did yeeld the prize

To Triamond and Cambell as the best.

But Triamond to Cambell it relest,

And Cambell it to Triamond transferd;

Each labouring t'aduance the others gest,

And make his praise before his owne preferd:

So that the doome was to another day differd.

The last day came, when all those knightes againe

Assembled were their deedes of armes to shew.

Full many deedes that day were shewed plaine:

But Satyrane boue all the other crew,

His wondrous worth declared in all mens view.

For from the first he to the last endured,

And though some while Fortune from him withdrew,

Yet euermore his honour he recured,

And with vnwearied powre his party still assured.

Ne was there Knight that euer thought of armes,

But that his vtmost prowesse there made knowen,

That by their many wounds, and carelesse harmes,

By shiuered speares, and swords all vnder strowen,

By scattered shields was easie to be showen.

There might ye see loose steeds at randon ronne,

Whose luckelesse riders late were ouerthrowen;

And squiers make hast to helpe their Lords fordonne.

But still the Knights of Maidenhead the better wonne.

Till that there entred on the other side,

A straunger knight, from whence no man could reed,

In quyent disguise, full hard to be descride.

For all his armour was like saluage weed,

With woody mosse bedight, and all his steed

With oaken leaues attrapt, that seemed fit

For saluage wight, and thereto well agreed

His word, which on his ragged shield was writ,

Saluagesse sans finesse, shewing secret wit.

He at his first incomming, charg'd his spere

At him, that first appeared in his sight:

That was to weet, the stout Sir Sangliere,

Who well was knowen to be a valiant Knight,

Approued oft in many a perlous fight.

Him at the first encounter downe he smote,

And ouerbore beyond his crouper quight,

And after him another Knight, that hote

Sir Brianor, so sore, that none him life behote.

Then ere his hand he reard, he ouerthrew

Seuen Knights one after other as they came:

And when his speare was brust, his sword he drew,

The instrument of wrath, and with the same

Far'd like a lyon in his bloodie game,

Hewing, and slashing shields, and helmets bright,

And beating downe, what euer nigh him came,

That euery one gan shun his dreadfull sight,

No lesse then death it selfe, in daungerous affright.

Much wondred all men, what, or whence he came,

That did amongst the troupes so tyrannize;

And each of other gan inquire his name.

But when they could not learne it by no wize,

Most answerable to his wyld disguize

It seemed, him to terme the saluage knight.

But certes his right name was otherwize,

Though knowne to few, that Arthegall he hight,

The doughtiest knight that liv'd that day, and most of might.

Thus was Sir Satyrane with all his band

By his sole manhood and atchieuement stout

Dismayd, that none of them in field durst stand,

But beaten were, and chased all about.

So he continued all that day throughout,

Till euening, that the Sunne gan downward bend.

Then rushed forth out of the thickest rout

A stranger knight, that did his glorie shend:

So nought may be esteemed happie till the end.

He at his entrance charg'd his powrefull speare

At Artegall, in middest of his pryde,

And therewith smote him on his Vmbriere

So sore, that tombling backe, he downe did slyde

Ouer his horses taile aboue a stryde:

Whence litle lust he had to rise againe.

Which Cambell seeing, much the same enuyde,

And ran at him with all his might and maine;

But shortly was likewise seene lying on the plaine.

Whereat full inly wroth was Triamond,

And cast t'auenge the shame doen to his freend:

But by his friend himselfe eke soone he fond,

In no lesse neede of helpe, then him he weend.

All which when Blandamour from end to end

Beheld, he woxe therewith displeased sore,

And thought in mind it shortly to amend:

His speare he feutred, and at him it bore;

But with no better fortune, then the rest afore.

Full many others at him likewise ran:

But all of them likewise dismounted were,

Ne certes wonder; for no powre of man

Could bide the force of that enchaunted speare,

The which this famous Britomart did beare;

With which she wondrous deeds of arms atchieued,

And ouerthrew, what euer came her neare,

That all those stranger knights full sore agrieued,

And that late weaker band of chalengers relieued.

Like as in sommers day when raging heat

Doth burne the earth, and boyled riuers drie,

That all brute beasts forst to refraine fro meat,

Doe hunt for shade, where shrowded they may lie,

And missing it, faine from themselues to flie;

All trauellers tormented are with paine:

A watry cloud doth ouercast the skie,

And poureth forth a sudden shoure of raine,

That all the wretched world recomforteth againe.

So did the warlike Britomart restore

The prize, to knights of Maydenhead that day,

Which else was like to haue bene lost, and bore

The prayse of prowesse from them all away.

Then shrilling trompets loudly gan to bray,

And bad them leaue their labours and long toyle,

To ioyous feast and other gentle play;

Where beauties prize shold win that pretious spoyle:

Where I with sound of trompe will also rest a whyle.

Canto V

The Ladies for the Girdle striue

of famous Florimell:

Scudamour comming to Cares house,

doth sleepe from him expell.

I T hath bene through all ages euer seene,

That with the praise of armes and cheualrie,

The prize of beautie still hath ioyned beene;

And that for reasons speciall priuitie:

For either doth on other much relie.

For he me seemes most fit the faire to serue,

That can her best defend from villenie;

And she most fit his seruice doth deserue,

That fairest is and from her faith will neuer swerue.

So fitly now here commeth next in place,

After the proofe of prowesse ended well,

The controuerse of beauties soueraine grace;

In which to her that doth the most excell,

Shall fall the girdle of faire Florimell:

That many wish to win for glorie vaine,

And not for vertuous vse, which some doe tell

That glorious belt did in it selfe containe,

Which Ladies ought to loue, and seeke for to obtaine.

That girdle gaue the vertue of chast loue,

And wiuehood true, to all that did it beare;

But whosoeuer contrarie doth proue,

Might not the same about her middle weare.

But it would loose, or else a sunder teare.

Whilome it was (as Faeries wont report)

Dame Venus girdle, by her steemed deare,

What time she vsd to liue in wiuely sort;

But layd aside, when so she vsd her looser sport.

Her husband Vulcan whylome for her sake,

When first he loued her with heart entire,

This pretious ornament they say did make,

And wrought in Lemno with vnquenched fire:

And afterwards did for her loues first hire,

Giue it to her, for euer to remaine,

Therewith to bind lasciuious desire,

And loose affections streightly to restraine;

Which vertue it for euer after did retaine.

The same one day, when she her selfe disposd

To visite her beloued Paramoure,

The God of warre, she from her middle loosd,

And left behind her in her secret bowre,

On Acidalian mount, where many an howre

She with the pleasant Graces wont to play.

There Florimell in her first ages flowre

Was fostered by those Graces, (as they say)

And brought with her from thence that goodly belt away.

That goodly belt was Cestus hight by name,

And as her life by her esteemed deare.

No wonder then, if that to winne the same

So many Ladies sought, as shall appeare;

For pearelesse she was thought, that did it beare.

And now by this their feast all being ended,

The iudges which thereto selected were,

Into the Martian field adowne descended,

To deeme this doutfull case, for which they all contended.

But first was question made, which of those Knights

That lately turneyd, had the wager wonne:

There was it iudged by those worthie wights,

That Satyrane the first day best had donne:

For he last ended, hauing first begonne.

The second was to Triamond behight,

For that he sau'd the victour from fordonne:

For Cambell victour was in all mens sight,

Till by mishap he in his foemens hand did light.

The third dayes prize vnto that straunger Knight,

Whom all men term'd Knight of the Hebene speare,

To Britomart was giuen by good right;

For that with puissant stroke she downe did beare

The Saluage Knight, that victour was whileare,

And all the rest, which had the best afore,

And to the last vnconquer'd did appeare;

For last is deemed best. To her therefore

The fayrest Ladie was adiudgd for Paramore.

But thereat greatly grudged Arthegall,

And much repynd, that both of victors meede,

And eke of honour she did him forestall.

Yet mote he not withstand, what was decreede;

But inly thought of that despightfull deede

Fit time t'awaite auenged for to bee.

This being ended thus, and all agreed,

Then next ensew'd the Paragon to see

Of beauties praise, and yeeld the fayrest her due fee.

Then first Cambello brought vnto their view

His faire Cambina, couered with a veale;

Which being once withdrawne, most perfect hew

And passing beautie did eftsoones reueale,

That able was weake harts away to steale.

Next did Sir Triamond vnto their sight

The face of his deare Canacee vnheale;

Whose beauties beame eftsoones did shine so bright,

That daz'd the eyes of all, as with exceeding light.

And after her did Paridell produce

His false Duessa, that she might be seene;

Who with her forged beautie did seduce

The hearts of some, that fairest her did weene;

As diuerse wits affected diuers beene.

Then did Sir Ferramont vnto them shew

His Lucida, that was full faire and sheene,

And after these an hundred Ladies moe

Appear'd in place, the which each other did outgoe.

All which who so dare thinke for to enchace,

Him needeth sure a golden pen I weene,

To tell the feature of each goodly face.

For since the day that they created beene,

So many heauenly faces were not seene

Assembled in one place: ne he that thought

For Chian folke to pourtraict beauties Queene,

By view of all the fairest to him brought,

So many faire did see, as here he might haue sought.

At last the most redoubted Britonesse,

Her louely Amoret did open shew;

Whose face discouered, plainely did expresse

The heauenly pourtraict of bright Angels hew.

Well weened all, which her that time did vew,

That she should surely beare the bell away,

Till Blandamour, who thought he had the trew

And very Florimell, did her display:

The sight of whom once seene did all the rest dismay.

For all afore that seemed fayre and bright,

Now base and contemptible did appeare,

Compar'd to her, that shone as Phebes light,

Amongst the lesser starres in euening cleare.

All that her saw with wonder rauisht weare,

And weend no mortall creature she should bee,

But some celestiall shape, that flesh did beare:

Yet all were glad there Florimell to see;

Yet thought that Florimell was not so faire as shee.

As guilefull Goldsmith that by secret skill,

With golden foyle doth finely ouer spred

Some baser metall, which commend he will

Vnto the vulgar for good gold insted,

He much more goodly glosse thereon doth shed,

To hide his falshood, then if it were trew:

So hard, this Idole was to be ared,

That Florimell her selfe in all mens vew

She seem'd to passe: so forged things do fairest shew.

Then was that golden belt by doome of all

Graunted to her, as to the fayrest Dame.

Which being brought, about her middle small

They thought to gird, as best it her became;

But by no meanes they could it thereto frame.

For euer as they fastned it, it loos'd

And fell away, as feeling secret blame.

Full oft about her wast she it enclos'd;

And it as oft was from about her wast disclos'd.

That all men wondred at the vncouth sight,

And each one thought, as to their fancies came.

But she her selfe did thinke it doen for spight,

And touched was with secret wrath and shame

Therewith, as thing deuiz'd her to defame.

Then many other Ladies likewise tride,

About their tender loynes to knit the same;

But it would not on none of them abide,

But when they thought it fast, eftsoones it was vntide.

Which when that scornefull Squire of Dames did vew,

He lowdly gan to laugh, and thus to iest;

Alas for pittie that so faire a crew,

As like can not be seene from East to West,

Cannot find one this girdle to inuest.

Fie on the man, that did it first inuent,

To shame vs all with this, Vngirt vnblest.

Let neuer Ladie to his loue assent,

That hath this day so many so vnmanly shent.

Thereat all Knights gan laugh, and Ladies lowre:

Till that at last the gentle Amoret

Likewise assayd, to proue that girdles powre;

And hauing it about her middle set,

Did find it fit, withouten breach or let.

Whereat the rest gan greatly to enuie:

But Florimell exceedingly did fret,

And snatching from her hand halfe angrily

The belt againe, about her bodie gan it tie.

Yet nathemore would it her bodie fit;

Yet nathelesse to her, as her dew right,

It yeelded was by them, that iudged it:

And she her selfe adiudged to the Knight,

That bore the Hebene speare, as wonne in fight.

But Britomart would not thereto assent,

Ne her owne Amoret forgoe so light

For that strange Dame, whose beauties wonderment

She lesse esteem'd, then th'others vertuous gouernment.

Whom when the rest did see her to refuse,

They were full glad, in hope themselues to get her:

Yet at her choice they all did greatly muse.

But after that the Iudges did arret her

Vnto the second best, that lou'd her better;

That was the Saluage Knight: but he was gone

In great displeasure, that he could not get her.

Then was she iudged Triamond his one;

But Triamond lou'd Canacee, and other none.

Tho vnto Satyran she was adiudged,

Who was right glad to gaine so goodly meed:

But Blandamour thereat full greatly grudged,

And litle prays'd his labours euill speed,

That for to winne the saddle, lost the steed.

Ne lesse thereat did Paridell complaine,

And thought t'appeale from that, which was decreed,

To single combat with Sir Satyrane.

Thereto him Ate stird, new discord to maintaine.

And eke with these, full many other Knights

She through her wicked working did incense,

Her to demaund, and chalenge as their rights,

Deserued for their perils recompense.

Amongst the rest with boastfull vaine pretense

Stept Braggadochio forth, and as his thrall

Her claym'd, by him in battell wonne long sens:

Whereto her selfe he did to witnesse call;

Who being askt, accordingly confessed all.

Thereat exceeding wroth was Satyran;

And wroth with Satyran was Blandamour;

And wroth with Blandamour was Eriuan;

And at them both Sir Paridell did loure.

So all together stird vp strifull stoure,

And readie were new battell to darraine.

Each one profest to be her paramoure,

And vow'd with speare and shield it to maintaine;

Ne Iudges powre, ne reasons rule mote them restraine.

Which troublous stirre when Satyrane auiz'd:

He gan to cast how to appease the same,

And to accord them all, this meanes deuiz'd:

First in the midst to set that fayrest Dame,

To whom each one his chalenge should disclame,

And he himselfe his right would eke releasse:

Then looke to whom she voluntarie came,

He should without disturbance her possesse:

Sweete is the loue that comes alone with willingnesse.

They all agreed, and then that snowy Mayd

Was in the middest plast among them all;

All on her gazing wisht, and vowd, and prayd,

And to the Queene of beautie close did call,

That she vnto their portion might befall.

Then when she long had lookt vpon each one,

As though she wished to haue pleasd them all,

At last to Braggadochio selfe alone

She came of her accord, in spight of all his fone.

Which when they all beheld they chaft and rag'd,

And woxe nigh mad for very harts despight,

That from reuenge their willes they scarse asswag'd:

Some thought from him her to haue reft by might;

Some proffer made with him for her to fight.

But he nought car'd for all that they could say:

For he their words as wind esteemed light.

Yet not fit place he thought it there to stay,

But secretly from thence that night her bore away.

They which remaynd, so soone as they perceiu'd,

That she was gone, departed thence with speed,

And follow'd them, in mind her to haue reau'd

From wight vnworthie of so noble meed.

In which poursuit how each one did succeede,

Shall else be told in order, as it fell.

But now of Britomart it here doth neede,

The hard aduentures and strange haps to tell;

Since with the rest she went not after Florimell.

For soone as she them saw to discord set,

Her list no longer in that place abide;

But taking with her louely Amoret,

Vpon her first aduenture forth did ride,

To seeke her lou'd, making blind Loue her guide.

Vnluckie Mayd to seeke her enemie!

Vnluckie Mayd to seeke him farre and wide,

Whom, when he was vnto her selfe most nie,

She through his late disguizement could him not descrie.

So much the more her griefe, the more her toyle:

Yet neither toyle nor griefe she once did spare,

In seeking him, that should her paine assoyle;

Whereto great comfort in her sad misfare

Was Amoret, companion of her care:

Who likewise sought her louer long miswent,

The gentle Scudamour, whose hart whileare

That stryfull hag with gealous discontent

Had fild, that he to fell reueng was fully bent.

Bent to reuenge on blamelesse Britomart

The crime, which cursed Ate kindled earst,

The which like thornes did pricke his gealous hart,

And through his soule like poysned arrow perst,

That by no reason it might be reuerst,

For ought that Glauce could or doe or say.

For aye the more that she the same reherst,

The more it gauld, and grieu'd him night and day,

That nought but dire reuenge his anger mote defray.

So as they trauelled, the drouping night

Couered with cloudie storme and bitter showre,

That dreadfull seem'd to euery liuing wight,

Vpon them fell, before her timely howre;

That forced them to seeke some couert bowre,

Where they might hide their heads in quiet rest,

And shrowd their persons from that stormie stowre.

Not farre away, not meete for any guest

They spide a little cottage, like some poore mans nest.

Vnder a steepe hilles side it placed was,

There where the mouldred earth had cav'd the banke;

And fast beside a little brooke did pas

Of muddie water, that like puddle stanke;

By which few crooked sallowes grew in ranke:

Whereto approaching nigh, they heard the sound

Of many yron hammers beating ranke,

And answering their wearie turnes around,

That seemed some blacksmith dwelt in that desert ground.

There entring in, they found the goodman selfe,

Full busily vnto his worke ybent;

Who was to weet a wretched wearish elfe,

With hollow eyes and rawbone cheekes forspent,

As if he had in prison long bene pent:

Full blacke and griesly did his face appeare,

Besmeard with smoke that nigh his eye-sight blent;

With rugged beard, and hoarie shagged heare,

The which he neuer wont to combe, or comely sheare.

Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent,

Ne better had he, ne for better cared:

With blistred hands emongst the cinders brent,

And fingers filthie, with long nayles vnpared,

Right fit to rend the food, on which he fared.

His name was Care; a blacksmith by his trade,

That neither day nor night from working spared,

But to small purpose yron wedges made;

Those be vnquiet thoughts, that carefull minds inuade.

In which his worke he had sixe seruants prest,

About the Andvile standing euermore,

With huge great hammers, that did neuer rest

From heaping stroakes, which thereon soused sore:

All sixe strong groomes, but one then other more:

For by degrees they all were disagreed;

So likewise did the hammers which they bore,

Like belles in greatnesse orderly succeed,

That he which was the last, the first did farre exceede.

He like a monstrous Gyant seem'd in sight,

Farre passing Bronteus, or Pynacmon great,

The which in Lipari doe day and night

Frame thunderbolts for Ioues auengefull threate.

So dreadfully he did the anduile beat,

That seem'd to dust he shortly would it driue:

So huge his hammer and so fierce his heat,

That seem'd a rocke of Diamond it could riue,

And rend a sunder quite, if he thereto list striue.

Sir Scudamour there entring, much admired

The manner of their worke and wearie paine;

And hauing long beheld, at last enquired

The cause and end thereof: but all in vaine;

For they for nought would from their worke refraine,

Ne let his speeches come vnto their eare.

And eke the breathfull bellowes blew amaine,

Like to the Northren winde, that none could heare:

Those Pensifenesse did moue; and Sighes the bellows weare.

Which when that warriour saw, he said no more,

But in his armour layd him downe to rest:

To rest he layd him downe vpon the flore,

(Whylome for ventrous Knights the bedding best)

And thought his wearie limbs to haue redrest.

And that old aged Dame, his faithfull Squire,

Her feeble ioynts layd eke a downe to rest;

That needed much her weake age to desire,

After so long a trauell, which them both did tire.

There lay Sir Scudamour long while expecting,

When gentle sleepe his heauie eyes would close;

Oft chaunging sides, and oft new place electing,

Where better seem'd he mote himselfe repose;

And oft in wrath he thence againe vprose;

And oft in wrath he layd him downe againe.

But wheresoeuer he did himselfe dispose,

He by no meanes could wished ease obtaine:

So euery place seem'd painefull, and ech changing vaine.

And euermore, when he to sleepe did thinke,

The hammers sound his senses did molest;

And euermore, when he began to winke,

The bellowes noyse disturb'd his quiet rest,

Ne suffred sleepe to settle in his brest.

And all the night the dogs did barke and howle

About the house, at sent of stranger guest:

And now the crowing Cocke, and now the Owle

Lowde shriking him afflicted to the very sowle.

And if by fortune any litle nap

Vpon his heauie eye-lids chaunst to fall,

Eftsoones one of those villeins him did rap

Vpon his headpeece with his yron mall;

That he was soone awaked therewithall,

And lightly started vp as one affrayd;

Or as if one him suddenly did call.

So oftentimes he out of sleepe abrayd,

And then lay musing long, on that him ill apayd.

So long he muzed, and so long he lay,

That at the last his wearie sprite opprest

With fleshly weaknesse, which no creature may

Long time resist, gaue place to kindly rest,

That all his senses did full soone arrest:

Yet in his soundest sleepe, his dayly feare

His ydle braine gan busily molest,

And made him dreame those two disloyall were:

The things that day most minds, at night doe most appeare.

With that, the wicked carle the maister Smith

A paire of redwhot yron tongs did take

Out of the burning cinders, and therewith

Vnder his side him nipt, that forst to wake,

He felt his hart for very paine to quake,

And started vp auenged for to be

On him, the which his quiet slomber brake:

Yet looking round about him none could see;

Yet did the smart remaine, though he himselfe did flee.

In such disquiet and hartfretting payne,

He all that night, that too long night did passe.

And now the day out of the Ocean mayne

Began to peepe aboue this earthly masse,

With pearly dew sprinkling the morning grasse:

Then vp he rose like heauie lumpe of lead,

That in his face, as in a looking glasse,

The signes of anguish one mote plainely read,

And ghesse the man to be dismayd with gealous dread.

Vnto his lofty steede he clombe anone,

And forth vpon his former voiage fared,

And with him eke that aged Squire attone;

Who whatsoeuer perill was prepared,

Both equall paines and equall perill shared:

The end whereof and daungerous euent

Shall for another canticle be spared.

But here my wearie teeme nigh ouer spent

Shall breath it selfe awhile, after so long a went.

Canto VI

Both Scudamour and Arthegall

Doe fight with Britomart:

He sees her face; doth fall in loue,

and soone from her depart.

VV Hat equall torment to the griefe of mind,

And pyning anguish hid in gentle hart,

That inly feeds it selfe with thoughts vnkind,

And nourisheth her owne consuming smart?

What medicine can any Leaches art

Yeeld such a sore, that doth her grieuance hide,

And will to none her maladie impart?

Such was the wound that Scudamour did gride;

For which Dan Phebus selfe cannot a salue prouide.

Who hauing left that restlesse house of Care,

The next day, as he on his way did ride,

Full of melancholie and sad misfare,

Through misconceipt; all vnawares espide

An armed Knight vnder a forrest side,

Sitting in shade beside his grazing steede;

Who soone as them approaching he descride,

Gan towards them to pricke with eger speede,

That seem'd he was full bent to some mischieuous deede.

Which Scudamour perceiuing, forth issewed

To haue rencountred him in equall race;

But soone as th'other nigh approaching, vewed

The armes he bore, his speare he gan abase,

And voide his course: at which so suddain case

He wondred much. But th'other thus can say;

Ah gentle Scudamour, vnto your grace

I me submit, and you of pardon pray,

That almost had against you trespassed this day.

Whereto thus Scudamour, Small harme it were

For any knight, vpon a ventrous knight

Without displeasance for to proue his spere.

But reade you Sir, sith ye my name haue hight,

What is your owne, that I mote you requite?

Certes (sayd he) ye mote as now excuse

Me from discouering you my name aright:

For time yet serues that I the same refuse,

But call ye me the Saluage Knight, as others vse.

Then this, Sir Saluage Knight (quoth he) areede;

Or doe you here within this forrest wonne,

That seemeth well to answere to your weede?

Or haue ye it for some occasion donne?

That rather seemes, sith knowen armes ye shonne.

This other day (sayd he) a stranger knight

Shame and dishonour hath vnto me donne;

On whom I waite to wreake that foule despight,

When euer he this way shall passe by day or night.

Shame be his meede (quoth he) that meaneth shame.

But what is he, by whom ye shamed were?

A stranger knight, sayd he, vnknowne by name,

But knowne by fame, and by an Hebene speare,

With which he all that met him, downe did beare.

He in an open Turney lately held,

Fro me the honour of that game did reare;

And hauing me all wearie earst, downe feld,

The fayrest Ladie reft, and euer since withheld.

When Scudamour heard mention of that speare,

He wist right well, that it was Britomart,

The which from him his fairest loue did beare.

Tho gan he swell in euery inner part,

For fell despight, and gnaw his gealous hart,

That thus he sharply sayd; Now by my head,

Yet is not this the first vnknightly part,

Which that same knight, whom by his launce I read,

Hath doen to noble knights, that many makes him dread.

For lately he my loue hath fro me reft,

And eke defiled with foule villanie

The sacred pledge, which in his faith was left,

In shame of knighthood and fidelitie;

The which ere long full deare he shall abie.

And if to that auenge by you decreed

This hand may helpe, or succour ought supplie,

It shall not fayle, when so ye shall it need.

So both to wreake their wrathes on Britomart agreed.

Whiles thus they communed, lo farre away

A Knight soft ryding towards them they spyde,

Attyr'd in forraine armes and straunge aray:

Whom when they nigh approcht, they plaine descryde

To be the same, for whom they did abyde.

Sayd then Sir Scudamour, Sir Saluage knight

Let me this craue, sith first I was defyde,

That first I may that wrong to him requite:

And if I hap to fayle, you shall recure my right.

Which being yeelded, he his threatfull speare

Gan fewter, and against her fiercely ran.

Who soone as she him saw approaching neare

With so fell rage, her selfe she lightly gan

To dight, to welcome him, well as she can:

But entertaind him in so rude a wise,

That to the ground she smote both horse and man;

Whence neither greatly hasted to arise,

But on their common harmes together did deuise.

But Artegall beholding his mischaunce,

New matter added to his former fire;

And eft auentring his steeleheaded launce,

Against her rode, full of despiteous ire,

That nought but spoyle and vengeance did require.

But to himselfe his felonous intent

Returning, disappointed his desire,

Whiles vnawares his saddle he forwent,

And found himselfe on ground in great amazement.

Lightly he started vp out of that stound,

And snatching forth his direfull deadly blade,

Did leape to her, as doth an eger hound

Thrust to an Hynd within some couert glade,

Whom without perill he cannot inuade.

With such fell greedines he her assayled,

That though she mounted were, yet he her made

To giue him ground, (so much his force preuayled)

And shun his mightie strokes, gainst which no armes auayled.

So as they coursed here and there, it chaunst

That in her wheeling round, behind her crest

So sorely he her strooke, that thence it glaunst

Adowne her backe, the which it fairely blest

From foule mischance; ne did it euer rest,

Till on her horses hinder parts it fell;

Where byting deepe, so deadly it imprest,

That quite it chynd his backe behind the sell,

And to alight on foote her algates did compell.

Like as the lightning brond from riuen skie,

Throwne out by angry Ioue in his vengeance,

With dreadfull force falles on some steeple hie;

Which battring, downe it on the church doth glance,

And teares it all with terrible mischance.

Yet she no whit dismayd, her steed forsooke,

And casting from her that enchaunted lance,

Vnto her sword and shield her soone betooke;

And therewithall at him right furiously she strooke.

So furiously she strooke in her first heat,

Whiles with long fight on foot he breathlesse was,

That she him forced backward to retreat,

And yeeld vnto her weapon way to pas:

Whose raging rigour neither steele nor bras

Could stay, but to the tender flesh it went,

And pour'd the purple bloud forth on the gras;

That all his mayle yriv'd, and plates yrent,

Shew'd all his bodie bare vnto the cruell dent.

At length when as he saw her hastie heat

Abate, and panting breath begin to fayle,

He through long sufferance growing now more great,

Rose in his strength, and gan her fresh assayle,

Heaping huge strokes, as thicke as showre of hayle,

And lashing dreadfully at euery part,

As if he thought her soule to disentrayle.

Ah cruell hand, and thrise more cruell hart,

That workst such wrecke on her, to whom thou dearest art.

What yron courage euer could endure,

To worke such outrage on so faire a creature?

And in his madnesse thinke with hands impure

To spoyle so goodly workmanship of nature,

The maker selfe resembling in her feature?

Certes some hellish furie, or some feend

This mischiefe framd, for their first loues defeature,

To bath their hands in bloud of dearest freend,

Thereby to make their loues beginning, their liues end.

Thus long they trac'd, and trauerst to and fro,

Sometimes pursewing, and sometimes pursewed,

Still as aduantage they espyde thereto:

But toward th'end Sir Arthegall renewed

His strength still more, but she still more decrewed.

At last his lucklesse hand he heau'd on hie,

Hauing his forces all in one accrewed,

And therewith stroke at her so hideouslie,

That seemed nought but death mote be her destinie.

The wicked stroke vpon her helmet chaunst,

And with the force, which in it selfe it bore,

Her ventayle shard away, and thence forth glaunst

A downe in vaine, ne harm'd her any more.

With that her angels face, vnseene afore,

Like to the ruddie morne appeard in sight,

Deawed with siluer drops, through sweating sore;

But somewhat redder, then beseem'd aright,

Through toylesome heate and labour of her weary fight.

And round about the same, her yellow heare

Hauing through stirring loosd their wonted band,

Like to a golden border did appeare,

Framed in goldsmithes forge with cunning hand:

Yet goldsmithes cunning could not vnderstand

To frame such subtile wire, so shinie cleare.

For it did glister like the golden sand,

The which Pactolus with his waters shere,

Throwes forth vpon the riuage round about him nere.

And as his hand he vp againe did reare,

Thinking to worke on her his vtmost wracke,

His powrelesse arme benumbd with secret feare

From his reuengefull purpose shronke abacke,

And cruell sword out of his fingers slacke

Fell downe to ground, as if the steele had sence,

And felt some ruth, or sence his hand did lacke,

Or both of them did thinke, obedience

To doe to so diuine a beauties excellence.

And he himselfe long gazing thereupon,

At last fell humbly downe vpon his knee,

And of his wonder made religion,

Weening some heauenly goddesse he did see,

Or else vnweeting, what it else might bee;

And pardon her besought his errour frayle,

That had done outrage in so high degree:

Whilest trembling horrour did his sense assayle,

And made ech member quake, and manly hart to quayle.

Nathelesse she full of wrath for that late stroke,

All that long while vpheld her wrathfull hand,

With fell intent, on him to bene ywroke,

And looking sterne, still ouer him did stand,

Threatning to strike, vnlesse he would withstand:

And bad him rise, or surely he should die.

But die or liue for nought he would vpstand

But her of pardon prayd more earnestlie,

Or wreake on him her will for so great iniurie.

Which when as Scudamour, who now abrayd,

Beheld, whereas he stood not farre aside,

He was therewith right wondrously dismayd,

And drawing nigh, when as he plaine descride

That peerelesse paterne of Dame natures pride,

And heauenly image of perfection,

He blest himselfe, as one sore terrifide,

And turning his feare to faint deuotion,

Did worship her as some celestiall vision.

But Glauce, seeing all that chaunced there,

Well weeting how their errour to assoyle,

Full glad of so good end, to them drew nere,

And her salewd with seemely belaccoyle,

Ioyous to see her safe after long toyle.

Then her besought, as she to her was deare,

To graunt vnto those warriours truce a whyle;

Which yeelded, they their beuers vp did reare,

And shew'd themselues to her, such as indeed they were.

When Britomart with sharpe auizefull eye

Beheld the louely face of Artegall,

Tempred with sternesse and stout maiestie,

She gan eftsoones it to her mind to call,

To be the same which in her fathers hall

Long since in that enchaunted glasse she saw.

Therewith her wrathfull courage gan appall,

And haughtie spirits meekely to adaw,

That her enhaunced hand she downe can soft withdraw.

Yet she it forst to haue againe vpheld,

As fayning choler, which was turn'd to cold:

But euer when his visage she beheld,

Her hand fell downe, and would no longer hold

The wrathfull weapon gainst his countnance bold:

But when in vaine to fight she oft assayd,

She arm'd her tongue, and thought at him to scold;

Nathlesse her tongue not to her will obayd,

But brought forth speeches myld, when she would haue missayd.

But Scudamour now woxen inly glad,

That all his gealous feare he false had found,

And how that Hag his loue abused had

With breach of faith and loyaltie vnsound,

The which long time his grieued hart did wound,

He thus bespake; Certes Sir Artegall,

I ioy to see you lout so low on ground,

And now become to liue a Ladies thrall,

That whylome in your minde wont to despise them all.

Soone as she heard the name of Artegall,

Her hart did leape, and all her hart-strings tremble,

For sudden ioy, and secret feare withall,