stayt he heir lou'd praist admeird of all Of Dorio disdaind invy'd and feard But poore Vodinas feidle was made thrall By Tyâ—ane loue loue sow'd loue reapt loue ear'd All place to her was loathsum day and night Except the braue Lolympus wer in sight 3. And whil she wakes his sight her loue augmentâ— But oft in sleip sad visiones frights her mynd In sleep he sad and frowning him presents Vnthankfull coy disdainfull prowd vnkynd And death in thousand formes he showes in hate The presage true of her ensueing fate 4. When she awaks she calls him too vnkynd Tears droune her eyes and sighes o'reflowe her hairâ— Yet oft she wisht that he hade knowne her mynd Loue bids her use some meins loue to impairt But shame forbids her modesty to pas Tuix Loue and shame a crewell warre their was 5. Shame sayes a simple Virgine and a Mayde Should chastlie loue and modestlye desyre And of audatious words should be afrayde From loue propon'd should shune thence retyre For Mayds that heir forts that parly lowd Mak both the louer the foe grow prow'd 6. Much more if thow propone will he disdaine Thy want on formes and thy immodest loue The glorious name of Virgins shall thow stain And Maydin hoode a heauie load shall proue Loue by refus all liues but profert dyes A woman conqueres loue when loue she flyes 7. But Loue beguyl'd bothe Modestie and shame And thus he sayd A woman thow must be O siâ—s thow not what stains a womans Name No thing so muâ—h as Haite and Cruelty Nature hath framd a womans hairt to yeeld And Courtesie and loue to win the feeld 8. Sure he wold speek if he wer once assurde Of such a Princes fauor as thine owne His birthe too base thy matche to haue procurde Or els long since his fansie hade yow knowne Tho base of birthe he beirs a Monarchs mynd Then do but speâ—k or look and He 'll be kynd 9. What if some new occasione call him hence Then shall some other Princes win his hairt May thow not once with modestie dispence Befor thy loue and lyfe be death should smairt If health loue ease pleasur stayeth still Vpone a word theyr'r fools that wants their will 10. What also if thy father the constraine Prince Doreo to wed against thy will For with a nother doth thy Hairt remane Altho before thou gaue consent their till Pelympus o Pelympus onlie He The sight of Doreo wer but death to ye 11. Haist then to tell Pelympus that thow loues Els he goes hence and Doreo shall the wed But o what if the Knight disdainfull proues O he wil not disdaine a Princes bed Altho thy beautie could not moue his mynd Yet will the croune of Hungare mak him kynd 12. Thus on new Hope begyld with loue she fed Resolueing once for to vnfold her mynd Thus argued she thus thought she in her bed Whill Cynthia pale wan and dimlie shynd At last heauns gett aboue the easterne streams Oppins and day shoots furth his syluer beams 13. With heauns bright syluer hew the Dame op rose When Phoebus beams did guild heaune earth and sea She in a gardine did her self repose Alone saue loue that boire her companie She thence her dames and Ladies all hade sent Till on loues altar she pour'd furth her plaint 14. Then to ane quyet arbor she reteird Wheir long she murn'd she sighd she plain'd she prayde She honord loue loue prais'd and loue admeird For wheir abyds true luoe but in a mayde Ofâ— she complaind that loue hade done her wrong At last she took her Lute and thus she song 15. The sensles snaik benouwd with Winters cold With storme with frost with haill with snow with raine If her for pitie one inbreist should hold Till cherisht lyfe with heat returne againe Then strength and lyfe and Nature maks her bold To reaue the lyfe that did her lyfe obtaine Of loue this is the true similitude O loue the purtrat of ingratitude 16. When thow was dead in winters of disdaine And perisht quyt in dark obliuions flood I cherist the with trauell cair and paine And thy sad death my fyrie smylls with stoode But when my breist by heat did lyfe obtaine Thow stingd my hairt and made my bosome bleid Ah loue how can a simple mayde offend That this her loue should bring her lyfe to end 17. Loue brings dispair dispair brings death hell Some say that musick oft proud loue withstoode But o how can thy hairt in pleasure seall When as thy verie soule is dround in blood Yet pray perhaps thy pray'r mey loue compell But medit at tone is of pray're the foode And crewell loue by meditation liues Then eury thing Pelympus deir reviues 18. Thus whill she playes thus will she sweitly sings Throw emptie aer the Queir of burds doune flye And spred a round their soft and daintye wings To shrow'd her whill she strains her nots on hye And when they heir her voyce her sound her noyes Lyik hands they clap their wings in signe of ioyes 19 When she hade doone about her heir and their Some saye her song and strain her tender throts Some laurell leaus and myrtles sweit prepair In their sharpe beiks and then with merrie nots Vpon her head they lett the leaus doun fall And seem to croun the Virgine their with all 20. Others wold sitt and from their throats forth send A wofull sund that seemd to moue the skyes To pitie her sad death and wofull end Whil as the birds would straine such doolfull cryes As who would say ah loue ah beautie murne For her whoe 's death your day to night does turne 21. But all this tyme she mus'd vpone her loue Her loue her ioy her pleasure her delight Pelympus braue whoe 's deids did matchles proue Non liue'd lyke him in valour strength and might Who walkt abroade that day to tak the air Whill fate heaune chaÌ„ce fortune brought him thaiâ— 22. She seis him come throw bushes leaues and wands Then lyk a mabre image vp she stoode The Lute falls doune betuixt her snow white hands And her fair eyes pow'r furth a syluer floode Lyk deaw on roses whyt and reid that falls Or syluer globs or pearle or cristall balls 23. To wake her frome this dumpe he taks her hand And whill he toutch'd she trembled quakd shook Now reid for shame then pale for fear she fand How her fant hart his wounted roume forsooke And vpwart fled frome paine wo greif despight True signes of suddane loue or sad afright 24. At last the Prince her silence thus remoues Some saye that musick does the mynd delight But lo Madame in yow the contrare proues Quod she in hell death horrour and despight Who liues melodious sounds at harmefull still And still augments but ne're remeids their il 25. To the perhaps my words may seame vn faitt For basheful Mayd's or simple Virgins
14. Ah flattrie wyld and most pernicious The mask of malice mouer of miâ—cheif The Father old of lies most vitious The Nurse of falshood and the ground of greif The fall of kingdomes Princes and eâ—tates The cause of murther sinck of all deceat's 15. The map or purtrat of Hypocresie Vsurping once the office of a fâ—eind Thou beirs the name aâ—d voyce so cunninglie As if the knott of freindship wer combin'd In the while lyik a Slaue thouw serues the will Yet fram's desyre to the desing's of ill 16. Thus vnto man a Slaue thou seem's to be And yet thou still obtains â—he masters hyre Tho art Conquerour of womens chastitie And ou'r their Sex thow beirs a proud empyre The sharpe rebuk's of freinds ar better far Nor suggred words of anie flatterer 17. As cunning Foullers drawes with craftie â—light The fouls into the traine for theme deuysd Or fisheâ—s that allures the fishe by sight Of baiâ— which pray has them to death entys'd So flatâ—â—ie leids a man to his owne fall His shame his wrack his death disgrace and all 18. As Syrens doe with sweetest sounding songs Enchauâ—t the Sea-mans hart his ears his eis That them to heare ay more more he longs Thiâ—her diâ—ect'd his winged vessel flies Tâ—ll shee is clift vpon â—he craggie shore And then the monstre does the man deuoure 19. So Sycophants allures thy mynd and thence In flamm's desyre when from their lip 's does flow Stream's riuers floods nay sea 's of eloquenee That drouns the Senses with a pleasant show Of all delight yet proues deceat and pain Which heir is shown'e by falce Alectos train 20. Whoe 's fyre in flam'd the braue Phelarnon's mynd That â—pheroâ—e to vew Parnaessus montane And from his fathers court insecreir kynd He stole vnsein to sie the sacred fontane While by the way his hope his hairt his thought For praise woorth valour and renoune they sought 21. While he drew neir the mount he stoode to wonder The earthe begone to tremble quack and rapp As if it would haue rent and brust a sunder With trembling noyes lyik to a thunder clapp At last he on a fearfull flamme did look Cum frome a caue enrold in clouds of smook 22. He whoe 's vndanted spright nought could effray To know this strange aduenture wold draw neir Frome out the flamme he hard a voyce to say Ah wofull Prince Phelarnon back reteir Death the abyds vpone Parnassus montane If thow approache too neir the sacred fontane 23. He stoode as one amaz'd to heir his name So cald vpon by Whome he could not knowâ— At last as one awakned frome a dreame He sayd what ghost so er'e thou be but show Thy name why thou threattins me with death Their of no sign 's appeir I liue I breath 24. The voice agane made answer to the Prince My name is Mansay of the flamming rock That in the bowel's of the earth far hence By magick spell foresaw thy fatall chok For this heaune threatning mont whoe 's streams falls doun Conteins thy wrack and ruine of thy croune 25. Wheir fore flie back and leaue thy fond conceat Mar not thy mynd with suche a frantick storie Leaâ—ne for to eternize thy endles deate In antiâ—que roll's of fame with Maâ—tiall glorie Leaue to the Muses their diuorc'd empyre Be not ou'r cum with loues alluring fyre 26. And thus fairweel new visions calls me henee At those his words the Prince amazed stands He neids wold now returne but no dâ—fence Was left Alectos flattrie him commands To go and sett all dastard fear a paiâ—t It is not words but deids that kills the hairt 27. This was Laissas brother certanlie Achaias king of children hade no more For all men deem'd Laissa for to be Dround by Kalander as ye harde before Alecto that foull feind the Prince has led Of Lissa fair to be enamoured 28. And so resolud he mounted vp so hye That by this tâ—me the chariot of the Sune Had neir hand reacht the top of all the skye From whoe 's reflex all creaturs doeth shune Them selfs and so he sies a groue of tries Whoe 's loftie tops did seeme to threat the skies 29. Wheirto Phelarnon hastelie did goe They promeist aide the heat for to with stand Wheir Sommers blossomes made a seemlie show So thick that heat nor cold no â—ntraunce fand Whose smell a swit ambrosiall odour throues Furth throuw the plains the medowes the groueâ— 30. He much admeird those tries so straight fyne The Cedar Elme and Oak the Ciprus fair The Esp the Esh the Popler and the Pyne The Lourell Ew the Raintrie Willow rair The Birk the Olyue Sallow and the Mirrhe The Mazer Beitche the Birsell and the Firre 31. There was he led throuw Naturs woundrous store Whill chiâ—ming birds did toune their chanting lay's Vnto a syluer brook that sweetlie rore Whoe 's murmur on the trembling Pebles play's Their roaring musick Echo baâ—k â—eâ—ouâ—ds From hollow caues heigh rock's whisling windâ— 32. And whil he trauel'd throuw these path's vnknownâ— He suddanlie was â—avish'd with delight Of ane faiâ— Lâ—die who to him waâ— showne All naked â—aife her smoâ—k and sleipping streght Beautie wold neids triumphe loue should wondâ—â— Loue bred delight and courious sight bred wondes 33. Her armes owt ' croce her comely brest that hingâ— As if thâ—y wold defend iâ— frome â—ssault Of frantick Loue who wiâ—h displayed wings A boâ—e her in the are was finding falt That Ioue sutch sacred treasur would pas by Whome Iuno skarce could keip aboue the sky 34. Her long small hands as lillis whitte did seemâ— To ioy for being amorous eache of other Their soft embracements sweit they did esteemâ— Whill as their fingers link't in pair's together Her yourie monts to whose aspyring top's Blew asure conducts drew sweit Nectar drop's 35. Humbled them self vnto her corall lipps Who in their pretious purple painting dye Tuo rainge of orieâ—tiall peâ—â—le eclipse From wounding sight of peirsing mortall eye Whâ—t carles sleip neglect's by curâ—oâ—s chance In ordour lye her beautie to aduance 36. Her muskie bâ—eaâ—h still mounting in the skie Whose smook lyâ—k â—weit perfume infects the air Her deip â—nd hollow throat continually Seâ—dâ— furth a dulce and dolfulâ— sound of care Wheir wâ—th â—um skalding sighes wer interlynd Whoe 's muntiâ—g shew the soâ—ow of her mynd 37. Her daintie limbs wer shed with flourie knop's Who loath to part fâ—om â—ueh a galant prâ—y Made leauie mantâ—es of their lofâ—ie top's To hyde her daintie skine fâ—om heat of day Aâ—d floâ—â—â—sht fairer then they did before Prouyding crouns and garlands for her glore 38. Evn'e as the Lyzard through the flourie grase Beholds a mans fair â—isage wâ—ill he sleip Thither in hâ—ist shâ— craull's with speedie pase And of her bâ—ood her kendlinges taks no keip Shâ— lyes she â—ooks she loues and taks delight To sie his face and surfeit one the sight 39. So whill the Prince beheld the sleiping
is mixt Wallowing in pleasure plungd in eternall night Of all foâ—getfullnes and idle slouth And sklaueth man to pleas his daintie mouth 42. For drounkinnes and gluttonnie alone Drawes efâ—eâ— them a thousand filthie sines Greif anger loue extremitie anone And birning lust thâ—oughe all the bodie rins That memorie and vnderstanding quyt Extinguisht ar with lecheryes delyt 43. It maks a dulnes ow'r the mynd to creip A monstâ—e maks the bodie fatt with rest And reassone thus it luâ—leth sound a sleep Thus man does differ nothing from a beast These bates in the begining sweitlie moue But in the end a Cocatrice thay proue 44. This monstre these her stinges infecting heat In mortall mynds infixeth but releif And howked once allurde with poyson'd baitt She drawes them heidlong vnto all mischeif At last to deathe and hells eternall paine From which all hope of blis'd releiffs in vane 45. None of these stings could in the Prince haue place With them she him â—ssayls but all in vane Wheirfore she fearcelie fordwart flies a pace Ayming with tearing pawes him to haue slaine And being now heigh rais'd aboue the ground She beats him with her mightie force a sound 46. And ayming for to crush him vnto death In her sharpe pawes she taks him gredilie But he who waâ— not wholâ—â—e void of breath Her by the goâ—geâ— gripeth speedilie And had th' enchanted tapre beine a syde She new'r had gone from thence in hell t'abyde 47. But yet altho he had no hand but one Her greislie gorge so stronglie did he grip That she was forc'd to ryis and with a grone Her hold about his bodie to let slip She roar'd she yeld she brayt she billow't lowd So does the lyons bulls boars coursers prowd 48. This monsters mouthe lyk to a golfe appeirs And their she thinks him quick for to entomb A filthie smook she throwes befoâ—e his eyes Which forc'd him breathles for to leaue that roume And farther throw the flamms to seek for breath She roaring still still gaip'd still threatned death 49. So Neptune in a raiging storme doeth rore When Aeolus his bloystring face ou'r blowes His rolling billowes fearclie beatts the shore Gaipping his hollow greedie gulfs he showes Wher in threts to swallow or to wrak The Plowars of his yrie awfull back 50. Before she could Penardo ouer reatche He came vnto the steillie burning bed And from Phelarnons breist wheir was the breatche The daggere pull's when with a weappine cled The monstre seem'd more heauie sadd and low Her force moir feble wearie fante and slow 51. Thus thinks he of this feght to mak ane end And with the dagger to bereaue her lyfe Who with her oppine jawes does her defend And theirin cacht the dagger which with stryfe From him sho refâ— and brak in peeces small And thus to him no weappine left at all 52. Betwixt him and the sword her self she sett Which Tropolance his bloodie breist containd While as such fyre and sulphu◠〈◊〉 she let That all the hous into a fyre remaind So she a birning Salamander seem'd But nothing of hir fyre the Prince esteem'd 53. And yet this kynd of fâ—ght was verie strange That Hercules the lyk did neuer vew When aâ— the Gyant Cacus in reuenge Of Italies enormities he slew Nor when the Minyan force before him falls Raising their mightie seige from Theban walls 54 Nor when he slew the dragone fearce in fight Yea none of his tuell labours might be match To this for that he vsd his strength and might And with his weapeins did aduantage watch Tuo hands he haâ—d Penardo had but one He weapins al 's our Champione had none 55. But now the braue Thessaliane nought amaizd Maks him as he the dragoâ—e wold assaill Who with her winges aboue the ground was rais'd And to the feghâ— him fearslie did â—ppaill With opned mouth she â—reasd on him to flye Who lightlie leaps a syde and letts her bye 56. Then pulls he out the bloodie weapine streght From out the deidlie wound and their withall Him self addresseth brauelie for the feght Bott loe he sies the dreidfull dragone fall With roaring low'd the earth she rudelie tear Doune tumbling into hell with greislie fear 57. A mightie wind made this fair building quaiâ— So that the greatter pairt theirof doun fell The earâ—he began to ryve and with a shakâ— The edâ—feice sank dounwards vnto hell When lo he was vpon a pleasant plaine Wheir of that building did no marck remaine 58 At last he spyes a fearfull laik in sight Whiâ—h restles rowlleth lyk a â—aiging Sea Whoe 's billowes baits their bounding banks with might That crubs them from destroying libertie And whoe 's huge waues with restles noyes did swel Though Aeolus nere breath'd theiron at all 59. Wherby he knew it was the verie same Wheir he to qvenshe the tapre should returne Which being done the strong enchanted flamme Made all the laik with fear and dreid to burne At last it raise and lyke a thunder-bolt With fearfull noyes it pearc'd the azure volt 60. When as lyk christal all the streame grew cleir The which before a pitche colour hyd 's No waue no surge no billow did appeiâ— Bot softlie on the goldin channell slyds The syluer streame with sweittest murnming sound 's Which wind 's rocks caues woods montanes back redoundâ— 61. He wounder't much at all these strainge euents Amaiz'd he stoode and gaiz'd vpon the grounde When as thrie plesant toumb's to him present's Them self's wherin he looks what might be fouâ—dâ— The toumbs of mabre richelye wrought with gold Wher on these lynes ingraph'd he did behold J Laughfull loued and yet Vnlanghfall was my loue I 'm punisht justlie for my fault And yet I faultles proue I die becaus my cryme Deserueth well to die And yit no act nor cryme at all Committed was by me First did I slay my foe And then my foe flew me And deid my Syre I brought to wrack Such was my destanie The Palace wheir I dwelt Was fairest of remoune By feftie thousand pillers borne All which my deâ—th threw doune But none can change decrie Of Fates nor NON RAP HEL If anie for my name enquire The former lyne doeth tell 62. This matchles Champioune was the rat amaiz'd The meining dark he skairslie could descâ—ye But that he knew this trophee now was rais'd And that Phelarnon their intoumbd did lye For NON RAP HEL he knew his name to be And on the secound toumbe these ly'ns did sie Me to my crewell death Ambitione surth did call In my reuenge my natioune wrought A stranger natiouns fall And with their fall thâ—ir owne Perpetuall infamie Thus am I ground of all mischief Ordaind by destanie Ah curs'd vnhappie loue Loue was the caus of all In spoyling of my Riualls lyfe I spoyld myne owne and all Then who so ere shall lock On Tropolance his name Remember loue to be the cause Of ruine death and shame 63. Penardo
pure And not agreing with my heighe estait To sue for grace whene I should leiue secure But o quod she if I indecent proue Not I but shameles tyraneizing loue 26. The ravening wolf the simple lamb did catche Whom on he thought to fill to feid to prey When lo the princelie lyone did him watche First him he slew then brought the lamb away Tho once from death he did the lamb releefe Afarr more crewel death he did it geue 27. This wolf was Argalantes I the lambe And thow the princilie lyone made me fre When lo thyne eyes more crewell bands ' did framme And band and chain'd and link't my hairt to the Ah deir Pelympus deir too deir it feares me Loue shame fear hait in thousand peicees tears me 28. Thow stole my hairt out throw my besome poure But o sweit stelth swâ—it theef I pardone the Myne eyes thow tooâ— and did their ayde procure And thus I help't to steill my self to the Deip sobâ— and tears heir stayd hir wofull speche And with dumbe signes his pitie did beseeche 29. But all this tyme the Prince look't doune to ground Rueth reasâ—one pitie wo amaizement bred Yet in his besome loue no place hade founde But myldest pitie hade so far him led That hardlie he from yeilding was refraind Yet thus he answers and from loue restraind 30. Madame quod he your luckles loue I rew And would it mend if with my life it stood Too base my birthe fair Princes is for yow My woorth too small to equaleize your blood I will not hait and yet I most not loue Mars doth my hert from Cupid far remoue 31. Then dryue those fonde affections frome your mynd Let your wyse hairt calme loue leue secure Loue is a monster furius ferâ— and blynd And I 'm an errant Knight base woorthles poorâ— I 'le serue yow still if yow but loue for beir In ioy in greif in confort hope in feir 3â— Forbeir quod she and must I then forbeir O? mad misluck O? loue O? chaunce O Fate O loue O torment great O greif o fear O? plague of plagues O desperat deceat O sting O deadlie Poysione of the hairt O hell of mightie mynds o death O smairt 33. Forbeir to loue O word of sad disgrace The task begune by loue must loue not end Natur had fram'd the fair and sweet alace But the a crewell Tygers mynd did send O crewell nature man O man to crewell To foule a blot to staine so fair a Iewell 34. And loue forbeir alace that word forbeir O sad decrie O sentence of my death O torment of my soule from verteus spheir Could suche disdane and loath sum hait tak breth Thou loues to liue in scorn of loue and me I liue to loue and looth'd for loue must die 35. And now alace the houre approched nye When her sweet lyfe that sweet hold must leaue She drawes a knyfe which hange low be her thie And tuix her breist's a flood-gat vp she reaue Wheir pitie loue and beautie long with stoode The fatall knyfe the lyfe the vitall bloode 36. From him she turn'd her face did this fact Then turns and say's without a shrink or paine Receaue this solemne sacrafeize I mak Vpone the altare of thy heighe disdaine Deir sweet receaue my hairt my lyfe my loue My Virgine soule Fairweell I must remoue 37. And now the starre light of her eyes grew dimme Her fair sweet face vpone her shoulder fell In her paill looks sad pitie lookt on him Her trembling kneis grew weak doun she fell Lyik ane fair floure pure beautifull and young By frost new slaine youth had but newly sprung 38. â—une as discoloured opell's change and turne The whyte now wan now pale heir reid their blew Her louelye whyte grew pale and seem'd to murne The reid in spot's did change to azure hew The Sune grew dimme and smylling heau'ns did louâ— The cloud 's did murne floods of tears doun powre 39. The Prince that saw both lyfe and soule was gone His mightie mynd began for to relent His syght his speeche his sense him left a none Woe sorow cair greif sadnes discontent His lyfe and breath clos'd in his hairt withall Pale cold and dead he on her breist did fall 40. Thow lyes Penardo dead vpoune the ground Whom myghtie armies could not ouerthrow Nor losse of blood nor many greuous wound Could mak the shrink or flie or yeeld or bow Altho she dyed for loue and for thy hait Yet should thow not be blam'd bot crewell fate 41. But Fortune wold extinguish put out His shynning lampe of conquest prais and fame For Doreo that long hade sought them out With iclousie and loue despight and shame Was thither led whene he this sight did vew Bothe ioy and greif dispair and hait ensue 42. Ioyfull he was to sie Pelympus dead But deadlie wofull for his mistres deir Tuix contrar passiones finds he no remead At last reuenge on his dead corpes he sweir That wheir before he was renound praisde His infamie to heaune should now be rais'd 43. The fatall knyfe which in her brest he spyed He pulls away and putt's into the place The Princes dagger then alowd he eryede Ah treassone tresson ah wo wo alace Whoe 's dâ—eidfull noyes thâ—ow all the palace ring 's And thither Lords Knights Erles Barones brings 44. When they had hard sein this wofull sight Their come the King the Quene the Ladyes all Great was their cair their angwish their despight They weep they murne they sigh they cry they cal That roks wodes montanes sound furth sad dispair Whoe 's Echos fill the earthe and emptie aer 45. Yet some more ware and wyse perseauit the Prince Noâ— dead but falne a soune the whiche thy tell In chains in cord's in gyues they brought him thence Vnto a dungeone deep and dark lyk Hell When he reveiu'd and fand him self in chains He woundred muche at last he thus complains Penardo his complaint WHat do I liue quod He And speek and sie breath Whoe 's damned soule the heaun's abhors And â—kornes to geue me death And of that guer done due For sinâ— they me depryue Till I should daylie leiue and die Ten thousand deaths a lyue Come death teir furth my hairt My too too crewell hairt That of my loue more then deseru'd Did skorne she should haue paire But death sence thow art vsde Poore virgins lyfes to tak Thow pities so to ease my paine Since hell abhors my fact Yow fearfull monstres all Yow feends yow furies felt Yow Centaurs Harpy's Hydra's foull Yow Gorgons grim of Hell Come Plutos damned Ghosts Come all since death delayes With legiouns of your greislie troups I 'le feght and end my dayes But o yow fear to veiu worse then your selfs can be Mo torments in my soule abyds Then yow in Hell can see Fa'ine would I flie my self Becaus my self I
a sound It seem'd a heighe and bloistring wind did ryse And looking wheir the veshell to haue found He saw a piller raiâ—ed vp whoe 's end Reatch'd frome the ground almost vnto the pend 23. Then did he heare a murmur and a noyes A duilfull murning and a wofull sound So from a hollow pitt resounds a voyce Of one that lyes tormented vnder ground Or lyk the ghostlie and the dreidfull dine That roaring bulls mak hollow Caues within 24. The piller seem'd to be of marble stone In forme of ane Pyrameid as it stood Wâ—thin the which the virgine was alone Tormented still within the boyling blood Penardo knew but help of humane hand That it was fraimd his furie to with stand 35. But neirer to the piller when he drew Sum goldin letterd lyns he might espy Whoe 's meining was as efter doeth ensue Be not so bold this aduenture to try Least Faits who made the most admeird of all Should mak the most in famous for thy fall 36. But cairles who had thus menac'd him so Which serud but to affray a fanting hairt Now round about the piller does he go While as he finds sum other lyns insert Wheirby he knew the former faing'd deny all Was but to stay him from a farther tryall 27 WHat ere thow be that proues to end the pains Of this tormented Mayde that heir remains And wold vndoe the great and woundrous frame Which Mansays arte has build it for the same The tapre from the birning Altar take And drinsh it in the fearfull thundring lake But first from birning lust search some releiff For These tuo Princes wrapt in all mischeiff 28. Not half so fast the Tyger swift furth goes Thâ—ogh desert wayes for to redeeme hâ—r brood As does the Pâ—enâ—e when these glad nâ—wes he knoes Vnto the altaâ— wheir the tapre stoode He hopes yet doubt-sum ill might him be fall To marr his hope hap will desyre and all 29. Cassandras armour was not now for noght Els of that dame in â—mour'd hade he beine For the effâ—ct of this enchantment wrought On eurie one before that had her seine And being once entangled by her loue Te tortche they could not steir nor toutch nor moue 30. Yea surelie if his armours vertue strong Had not resisted the enchantments force Within the caue he should haue stayd so long While he had diet for loue without remorce Her beautie was of force strength pow're to moue Yea massacre a world of Hairts with loue 31. But he who in his armour does retaine The rare and precious stone of chastitie Whoe 's vertue is the owner to restraine Fâ—om loâ—e or lust or Venus fantasie Could not be mou'd to love so none but he Could end the fair Laissas miserie 32. And entring now within the brazen portch The which he thinks to be the only way Eâ—ne wâ—th the light of this his lytle tortch He saw some lynes ingâ—aph'd which made him stay Vpon the brasen gate he did behold Indeâ—ted all with courious warks of gold If ought thow lose that thow has brauelye win Thow deirâ—â—e shâ—ll repent thy comeing in 33. Now he began to gaize vpon the ground And calling presentlie vnto his mynd The deing Knight whom he before had found Within the Caue and of his counsall kynd He knew it was the taper to defend Or els her sorow should with death haue end 34. And by this tyme within a goodlie Hall He entred was when vewing wee l this sight The rare proportion was maiesticall To eurie airt their was a galant light And glaid their of ioy cheirt his countenance So Phoebus flour spred's when her lord does glance 35. Long stayd he nought when looking heir and their One his left hand a doore he might espy Within the which he saw a gall'ry fair Wheir pleasur did invite a gaizing ey While throgh this pleasant gall'ry he was walking He thought he hard sum people softlie talking 36. Whoe 's murmuring sound hade drawne him now in sight Of a faâ— chamber that was richelie hung Wheir sporting at their dalleing delight Wer Knights and Ladyes lying all along Vpon â—he paâ—ement wrought of cristall rock Whose glances bright the Prince his sight did chock 37. But his delight did him thair after lied Vnto ane other chamber much more fair For their the cristall pauement all was spred With crimsone veluet costlie ritche and rair And in the mids a piller stoode vpright Of gold that shynd flam'd glaÌ„c'd with sparkling light 38. Adioynd vnto the piller rose a throne Of beattin gold whoe 's lustre cleir vnstaind The beautifullest Queene did sit theirone That cristall heaune or solid earthe containd And round about her stoode a comlie traine Of kings queins lords knights dames that loue had slaine 39 Their was the Queene of Carthage Dido fair Who for Aeneas loue hade lost her breath And for Antonius loue with Vipers their Sad Cleopatra Sting'd her self â—o deathe Their Ariadne that her self hade slaine For proud vnthankfull Theseus disdaine 40. Whoe 's lyfe decre'd to Minotaurus raige She fred and from the Labyrinthe hâ—m gaind Their was Media by whoe 's counsaill saige Iason the goldin glorious fleice obtaind Their Phillis who did many passiones proue Chuseing sad death for sweet Demophoons loue 41. Their Iulia the wyfe of great Pompey Who died becaus she feird her husbands death Their Porsia for Brutus loue did stay Who with hote birning coalls hade choakd her braith Their Pisca with her louer loud to be Who threw them selfs both heidlongs in the Sea 42. Their might Pandorus loueing dame be seine That chus'd for to be buried quick in graue Rather then be the Persean monarchs Queene Becaus he did her louers lyfe bereaue The Greciane dame fair Camma their did moue Who slew her self and him that flew her loue 43. These wemeâ— with their louers did inioy A pleasant lyfe about this princelie Queene And men that did for loue them selfs distroy Menon that hang'd him self might their by sein For to the proud Assyriane King alone His best beloud Semiramis head gone 44. And their Tiberius Gracchus did remaine That fund tuo Serpents in his chamber floore And knowing if the â—emell first wer slaine His lyfe should longer not his wyfes indure The Male he slew so wâ—ell he â—oude his wyfe And mâ—de his deathe the ransone of her lyfe 45. And Marcus Lepidus did their abyde That slew him self eune for his loues disdaine And Platius Numidius by his syde That for his deir loues death him self hade slaine Their old Syluanus that him self hade hangd Becaus proud Nero wold his loue haue wrang'd 46. Their Pollio graue and sad a Germane borne A famous Knight though Fortune wrought his fall This was the Knight that in the Caue beforne Had told the Prince what thâ—iâ— should him befall There many more that died without remorce For Lissaes loue by the enchauntments force 47. All these and many thousand their remaines Who to that
fear For still my self within my self A thousand Hellâ— doth beir But wheir o wheir is she Wheir is that Angell fair With whom abod al grace al good Al loue al beauty rair Ah thryce vnhappie Me Ah my disdane had pow're To reaue the Heaun's thair Darling deir And earthe her fairest flour My haples slouth before Bereft a Virgiâ—â— breath And now disdane my mad disdane Ane other brought to death Why stay 't I not alace With fair Philena still She would haue geuen me due rewarde And hade preueind this ill O fantasyes O dreams O foolish visiones O Why gaue I credit vnto yow That twyce hes wroght my woe But wofull monstre I Of luckles loue alace That still must leiue in endles paine Least death my sorowes chace 46. Thus in this agoneizing greif he lay Long in this doungeone filthie deep and dark Fast bound in chains nor saw he sight of day And still bewaild his lyfe his chance his wrak And this his murning wo greif sorow care Turn'd vnto madnes oft and oft dispair 47. But all this tyme great wo great paine great greife Prince Doreo took for his deir Ladies death And still his mynd was bent on heighe mischeefe He sought reuenge with furie raige and wraith For in his craft his malice his despight This vitious wrong he wrought that valiant Knight 48. Whill to this gardyne I did walk he sayd I harde a sound a voyce a call a cry Ah Heauns preserue me let me die a Mayde Thither I ranne but when I come hard by The Murderer me saw and faind he fainted And fell as lyfe breath sense and soule he wanted 49. I litle caird his feir his fate his fall But to the Ladie rann whom soone I knew I cryd and in my wofull airmes withall I took her vp but gone was her fair hew I cald her once onee lookt she in my face Once spak this word ah wofull word ALACE 50. Into her fair and yuorie breist abaid The instrument of that fearce tyranes wraith I puld it furthe and their with all she said Thow come to lait for to preuent my death Her hand I gote fairweell she wold haue sayde Wheirof but fair her laister breath furth-layde 51. These speeches spak Prince Doreo and with all So wo begone and sorowfull he sem'd Oft stopd by sighes and oft would tears doun fall That eury one him prais'd and much esteem'd And then the King in wraith reuenge and ire Commands Pelympus should be brint in fyâ—e 52. The night before this wofull Prince should dye For her he murnes on her he calls he cryes So does the lap-wing when some Sheiphird by Her brood bereaues all day all night she flies And weips and calls Yet sleips or night be past So weeps the Pâ—ince and so he slâ—eps at last 53. And in his sleep the Angell did appeir That wairn'd him from Philena for to flie And lookt on him with fearce and angrie cheir Saying Penardo O Penardo sie Ioues wraith prononced if thow not soone repent Thy wicked thoughts thy words and thy complainâ— 54. Thow doest refuse his help his grace his ayde Thow still rebells gainst mightie Ioues decree Thy greif at Hells wyde mouth thy Soule has layde O wrarche O man from sinne refraine or die O sie behold thy plaints and Ioues heighe wraith Leids the to paine to hell to endles death 55. Thy visiones come from heauns and not from hell Why temps thow then heighe heaune with plaints and tears He hes decreit what e're to the befell Do then what he ordains leaue greifs and fears Eune of thy good he maks thy self the meins But thow his goodnes grace loue preueins 56. Vodinas blood on her owne head shall fall A iust rewaird for her vniust desyre For her owne sinne and her fore fathers all That race in her must end their prowd empyre Nor in thy loue no intrest hade ye Dame Ane other of more woorth shall win the same 57. Who shall preserue thy lyfe ere it belong Flie not heauns ioy heauns peace but heaune obey This sayd his face lyk lightning beam's ouâ— flong That fild the house with glorius glistring ray Which doone the Angell thence him self convoyeâ— And left him fild with conforts hops and ioyes 58 Then ioyfull he awaks and watis the houre Of lyfe or death as mightie Ioue thought meit No plaints but prayers did the Prince furthe powre Vpone the altar of repentance sweitt And still he sighd he murn'd he plaind he prayde To God for grace for help releefe and aydâ— 59 Now come the tyme wheirin this crewell King Would execute his vengeance on the Knight Furth to be brint with fyre they did him bring When lo a wearyour bold approcht their sight In airmour cled it seem'd dreid warre he brought He finds the King whom throw the thronge he soughâ— 60. And sayde Sir King perhaps my comeing may Dismay yow much yet I 'le the trueth vnfold And what my giltie conscience bids me say That none yow wrong as now it seems yow wold I beir the hand that wrought your Daughters fate Yone Knight to saue her came but came too laitt 61. Fearce Argalantes was my vncle deir Whoe 's blood for to reuenge I thither caâ— Long waited I into this forrest neir That yoynes vnto your Park your Gardines framâ— And disper at my wisht reuenge to work At last into thai gardine did I lurk 62. When bright Apollo gilted had the sky Vodina by misfortune come within The arbor wheir I secreitlie did ly And would haue fled agane but could not win I took her wold haue forcd her gainst her will But she dny't whom I in raige did kill 63. Her laittest grones yone Knight whom kill yow wold Hade harde and come to sie I fled be twein The Parks and Gardenes to the forrest old The way I come vnhard vnmarkd vnseene Euer since within the forrest did I stray Nor out from thence could euer find the waye 64. And still her gost vnto me does repair And still presents Hells torments to my mynd And still the greislie feinds throw trubled aer Sounds furthe the pains my wofull soule should fynd In thousand formes her murdred ghoste before me Appeirs hell still gaipes for to deuore Me. 65. This day agane she did her self present Commanding me to the the trueth to sho Ane other giltles lyfe for to prevent Els I tormented should in endles woe This is the caus that I my death desyir Then set him frie leid me to the fyre 66. All that this warryour hard wer much amaizd And look't and mus'de gaizd and silent stoode Thought pitie in the King was neuer rais'd Yet sham'd he was to wrongd a Knight so goode And causd to lowse vnbind and set him frie And armour horse and all restoird to be 67. How soone his horse and armour he receaud They charg'd him to depairt the court and flie But
was right sorowfull to sie Such galant Princes so bereft of lyfe For that be thought that he had made them friâ— But at what tyme he took the fatall knyfe From each of them out of his bloodie breist Then death from the enchantment them relest 64. Yet more desyre hade he the third to sie Ane trembling feir through all his bodie goes For that he feird Laissa dead to be And then his longsum trauell should be lose But now in Thetis azure palace fair With her to dally Phebus does repair 65. Then lowring sad cum fâ—rthe the cheirles night Ouer earth to spred her sable canoby Whill as the staitlie birâ—ing lamps wer light Shynâ—ing in Ioues heâ—ghe palace pâ—esentlie Twixt fear and hope douâ—e â—y the Prince vnsein Vpoune the grâ—ssâ— soft fresh weâ—t easie grein Caput XIII Argument VPoune the sleiping Toumbe the Prinâ—â— His trauells seit ingrapht He seis Laissâ— their ye sword He from the rock out rest A spreit or feind of Hell he meitts Vpoune Danubius fair That in the shap of Mayd him leids To paine wol greif and cair 1. NO sonner goldin Phebus guilds the skyes And shoots furth fyrie beam's throw emptie aâ—â— Wheas the Prince vp fâ—oÌ„ the grasse doeâ— ryse And in his hairt a thouâ—and thoughts repair His courage fled he doubts he fant's he Floods from his eyes send stream's of sylver tears fears 2. Kâ—nd was his hairt tho not resolu'd to loue Cairfull hâ—s mynd her â—yfe for â—o preseâ—ue Constantâ—â— kyndnes did he alwâ—yes proue Courtes aâ—d caiâ—full Ladieâ— fan to serue His haiâ—t a thâ—one foâ— beauties excellence If aâ—â— witheld not Natures influence 3. At last to the desyred toumbe he came Which â—eem'd not to be wrought with humane hands So riche â—o râ—ir so wounderfull the same Whâ—â—h on fouâ— sylueâ— shâ—nning Pilleâ—s stands Of beattin gold â—o puâ—e fair cleir and bright Whoeâ— shynning seem'd to skorne fair Phebus light 4. And round about him self â—e might behold His traeull's throw the birning caue it shew No painting colours beautified the gold Bot Emiralds Pearls Rubies Saphirs blew Which lyueâ—â—e shoes eâ—ch puâ—trat eache pairt So comelie nature helped courious airte 5. Their was the purtrat of the Sulphure flamme In birning Charbunkles and manye a ostone Whoe 's glanceing light agains the Sune furthe cam Lyk sparklying fyre that flam'd that brâ—nâ— that shone â—her wheâ—e the Gyâ—nâ— feld him to the ground And caried him through all the cauâ— a sound 6. A crimsone blush a pourple dy our spred His louely face and made him hing his eyes Shame raige reuenge wraith furie anger bred He loths him self he freats he froun's he fry's He thinks these purtrats in despight wer shorne To show him self vnto him self in skorne 7. But looking farther of he did espy There wheir The Gyaunt threwe him to the ground And how he rose agane with maiestie Giuing at once his foe his fatall wound Eache purtrat their to pleas his eye contends And seem'd for former faults to mak amends 8. There all the rest of this his longsum wark Wer fynly graph'd in pretious stones and gold The which frome point to point he did remark And their his woundrous valour might behold Bot lynes effrayed his hairt his eyes his ears He feirs to reid yet reids and reids with tear's All is in vaine all labour is for nought Frome Mansayes charmeing spells can non defend In vaine her lyfe in vaine releif thou sought In ending of her pain her lyfe did end Thow casd her pain and crewell death did send This is the fruct of all thy trauels past Thow wrought her death her death to the shall send· Greif sorow cair woâ—shame disgrace at last â—et is thy Sune with clouds of shame or'e cast Spent is thy lamp of glorie praise fame Thy honor fades dishonor buddeth fast And blossoms beirs of wo disgrace and shame Thy glories doone praise dead fame outworne Go then of heaune of earth of hell the skorne 9. Eune as when fearfull dreams in slumbring sleip Wold mack a man to shout to cal to cry Whiâ— fear and horrour ou'r his senses creip Yet speitchles sightles mightles does he ly So now it seem'd the Prince was in a traunce And greatlie troubled in his countenance 10. Thus drunk with sadnes and deuoyde of ioy Amaizd he stoode bereft of speich and sence Dounwarde he casts his looks with sad anoy Greif sorow cair wold lyfe haue chaiced thence Oft did he wishe the solid earthe to ryue And hyd his shame by swallowing him alyue 11. But waiking from this dreaming sleip at last His loftie witts agane together flies When as his roaling eyes by chaunce he cast Aboue the toumbe the which he oppin seis As Seaman in a raiging storme of wind Aâ— glaid the land and wished shoâ—e to find 12. So glaid he was hoping to find releefe That sorow's past might haue a happie end Wheirfore to eas his cair his paine his greif A loft vnto the toumb his looks he send Wheir hope with dreid dreid with hope made weir He feird in ioy ioyde in mids of feir 13. For their Laissa fair he might behold Nay not Laissa bot Penardo rather For eu'ne the sharpest eye could not vnfold The meinest maâ—k of difference tuixt ether And thus not glade whill her he oftin sight'â— But eu'ne him self to sie him self delight 's 14. As that fond boy that gaizd into the wel Wheirin he sies the shaddow of his face And being deip inamoured of him sell Oft looks and oft the image wold embrace So in her face as in a glas or well He lou'd the only image of him sell 15. She sat vpone a bensh of glanceing g'old And lein'd her louelie face vpon her hand Bright look'd her eyes wheir loue fancie rold But lo no spunk of aer nor breath he fand Yet was her colour lyuelie fair and cleir A sylver tinctour in her cheeks appeir 16. He cald her oft and nam'd herby her name First soft then lowd then whispred in her eare But yet no show of heiring made the Dame Nor anie signe of lyfe could once appeer Wheirfore sad sorow sheltred all his ioy And horried paine his pleasour did distroy 17. And ean this be quod he and art thow deadâ— And has the worlde her cheifest glorie lost Could not my pains thy dearest lyfe remead Oh no no pains of noght but shame I bost O shame O fame shame brings eternall foyle Shame shall my fame disgrace my glorie spoyle 18. Oh could my lyfe thy lyfe deir lyfe redeeme Soone should it by discharged from this breist Or wold the heauns so much my soule esteeme That heir it might dislodge and their might rest Or that but sinne my luck les lyfe might smairt I to thy ghost wold sacrafeize my hairt 19. Oh but the faits denyes I sould haue pairt Of thy sweit ioyes and heauns denyes my bliss That their fearce wraith may mak me