stâ—rr Nor Phoebus liâ—ht in glomie darknes spred Might matche with her she staind that beautie farr But tho shew is most admirable fair Her lyfe as strange was as her beautie raâ—e 15. For finding by his curious searching out Evne at heâ— birth this visione to enswe Hâ— thought she wes the flamme if not put out That should his croune and kingdome thus subdue Vheirfore resolud for to preuent mischeif Her death must be the way to his releif 16. The dolfull message of this wofull charge He to a Groome whom he most trusted gauâ— A â—outh whoe 's faith he oft had tryd at large Him he commands the infant to reseaue Anâ— to tâ—ansport her to a woode or montaine And droune her in sum river Spring or fontaine 17. O crewell sentence barbarous decrie O haâ—pie chyld but oh vnhappie Father That for a dreame a tove a fantasie A vaine Chimeâ—a or hellâ— vision rather Wold spoyle so sweet a creature of breath And kill thy self to saue thâ—â—elf from death 18. In Acheron blak Night her selfe did wrapp And heaud her head aboue the Easterne streame But Titan dyud in Thetis watrie lapp While yow might see him blushing reid for shame Thence to be chass'd with his fearce foe vnkynd That braith'd furth darknes to the farthest Ind. 19. In darkest shaddowes of the glomie night This Messinger furthe throw the desert goes The harmeles Infante harmefull death to dight That her poore lyfe now got she now might lose So suckling lambs by rauening wolfs ar torne And doues by Eggles to their deaths furth borne 20. This Messinger Kalander heght to name Whoe 's Syre the greattest Prince beâ—eth the croune Boor rewell o'ur Sparta land of antient fame His witt and valour wan him muâ—h renoune Whoe 's Sone of these tuo veâ—tewes wanted nether But shewd him self the Sone of such a Father 21. Who going straight vnto this crewell act And moud with pitie of the infantâ— age Whoe 's youâ—h to young for deaâ—heâ— procuring fact And Innocent of Faâ—herâ— wrathfull rage Yet fearing if he does prolong her breath He should pâ—ocure him self a shamefull dâ—aâ—h 22. To Helicons fair mont he taks his flight Praying the bloude of this poore Innocent Vpone the Fathers head might alwaâ—es light That in disgrace and shâ—me he might repâ—nt For doating dreams if this pooâ—e Infant die His be the fault the losse the infamie 23. Thus praying he approch'd vnto the place Hypocrene downe wheir the Muses sport Vewing the beautie of this Angels face Againe it moud his pitie in such sort He nought regairds the King nor lyfe not all But saves the babe frome ruine death and fall 24. Leauing her saiflie by the fontane syde Vnder the vmbrage of a loftie Pyne Wishing her frowning Fates for to prouyde Her beautie once into the world might shyne Thus he returns and thus the King beguyld And craftily with suggred words him sild 25. When golden-haitd Apollo furth did glance His amber loks furth throwes irradiâ—nt beams And one the esterne waues begins to daunce To murm'ring musick of the roaring streams The Muses for to welcome home their Syre From coutche and secreit Cell did furth retayre 26. Their daylie morning progres is to vew The sacred streams of Aganippe well whoeâ— murmur like sweet lullabies furthdrew Old Morpheus from out his quiet cell Vho had the babe with slumbring sleip bereft whom young Kalander at the fontane left 27. These sacred Virgins when they did espye The babe sad fear made all their beautie fade Fearing discouerie by sum wantone eye But vewing well the beautie of the Mayde They vewd admiring anâ— admiâ—d the sight Their sight bred wounder wounder bâ—ed delight 28. Such beautie rare till then they nere had sein But feard it was sum stolne virginiâ—ie Wheir With theme selfs so spotles pure and clein They wold not thus defyle in infamie But instruments the Fates did them ordaine Of pleasure lyfe perplexiâ—ie and paine 29. For pitie them forbad of creueltie Vnto this harmeles helpleâ— innocent Wherefor with graue aduise and modestie The Muses all in vniforme consent Brings vp the babe with care full obseruation In vertue grace and heaunly meditatione 30. The sacred Muses that in vertue shone As if they well had knowne the Fates decreit Vnto the infant wold a name impone A name conforme and to her meritts meit So that a correspondence might be knowne Betuixt her name and her hid Fate vnshowne 31. And dyueing then witâ— drops divyne her heid Fair Lissa or Laissa thay her cald A proppre name for her mishaps indeid Who subiect was to daungers manyfold For Lissa is asmuche to say as rage Vheirin no force her furie could asswage 32. When with the Musses she remaind weell neir whâ—le she did rune of fyifteine yeares the race Eune â—or the loue which they to her did beir Eache one of them indued her with a grace But lo these gifts made her enuyd of alâ— Thus loue bâ—ought gifts gifts hate and hate her fall 33. Yea to the fair Laissa in her birth The heauns wer all affect'd so feruentlye Looking with myld aâ—pect vpon the earth In thâ— horoscope of her natiuitye That all the gift of grace and goode perfection They pourd on her most beautifull complection 34. Her face was lyke the sky bothe cleire and fair Her cheeks as whyt with vermeil red did show Lyke roses in a bed of lillies rare Whill they ambrosiall odours from them throw Feiding the gaizers sense with double pleasure Such force his beauties all-celestiall treasure 35. In whoe 's bright eyes tuo lyuelie lamps did flame That dairted beam's lyik lightning blasts of thunder Cupid tho blind still ayming at the same Thousands of shafts he sende but with great wounder She breks his wantone dairts with awfull yre And with dreid maiestie she quensh'd has fyre 36. The Graces one her ey-lid's seem'd to sitt Vnder the shadow of her bending browes Her goldin treases couriouslye was knitt With Pelicans of pearle and siluer doues These hair lyke goldin weir one eurye pairt Seâ—ud as a nett for the beholders hart 37. Her yuorie foâ—head was a table fair Wheir Loues triumphs weâ—e cunninglie ingrapht All goodnes honor dignitie was their In vertues treasure litle hade she left Shâ— was the mirrour of cèlestiall grace That can not be outrune with tymâ— swift pace 38. And yow might sie that alwaâ—es when sho spak Sweit words lâ—ik dropping hony she wold shed Tuo rainge of pearle with rubies tuo wold brak The words betuix them softlye whill they fled Which made sweit siluer sound 's whoe 's noy â—ent furth Wold deadlie sadnes moue to amarous mirth 39. And yet her humble and submissiue mind Was neuer moud with hellishe pryde to rise But why should I poore I descrybe her kind Which to expres no mortall can deuise Nor can I preis to paint furthe such a feature Least skilles I should wrong so fair a creture 40. Fair Imps of beautie
throes A filthie smook out belshing labberd blood Tisiphone the keipar heght to name Mother of murther Sinn deceat and shame 30. Ther did the rout of loathsum Harpyis roar Thâ—r Sillaes sound their seuine moth't Hydras houling Their Serpents hisse their greisly Gorgons hoar Their Centaur's Sphinges fearefull Chymers rouling All those and many thousand Monsters more Wher set one burning thrones their Prince before 31. Their wofull wailing wretches toâ—'d with pains With ghostlie grones with ouglie yeling sounds With harâ—k and jangling noyes of irone chains Whoe 's clamors cryes and shouts throu hell redounds Those monstres trampling were in daâ—ksum shed That horror dred fear death terrour bred 32. Their Sulmon crauling was in endles paine For counterfitting thundreflaught fyre Their Titius darling of the earth was flaine A Vulter feidding one his filthie lyre Their was the wheill Ixion turning still For daring tempt heaun's Queine to lechrous ill 33. Their Tisiphus disioynted one a rack Their Theseus to endles slouth condem'd Their fyfâ—ie Sisters drawing water wrack And yet their vessels empâ—ie â—till vnstem'd Thair Tantalus with thrist and hunger slaine Sees meat and drinck yet nether could he gaine 34. At last a foull and filthie sink she sees Wheir fyre and brimstone pitche and tar were smooking Whoe 's deipnes dyu'd as far beneth the seas As it was vp to heaune from thence in looking Aboue this sink a dragone still repears Whoe 's monstrous bodie feftie hâ—ids vprairs 35. Doune in this fearfull smook and filthie hole Wer Titans broode and Earths fearce childring thrust That in their bloodie raige did restles roll In their owne blood whill sulphur smook them burst Tiphon and all the Gyants warr 's that maid Against the Gods were their by lightning led 36. While in this hollow pitt they do remaine They thunder furthe â—uch fearfull roaring erye Confuâ—dly iarring in their endles paine Their bodies hudge in flamms still â—osting lye Which send a stinking smook furth with the cry That much amazd the Muse in passing by 37. At last she came vnto a dreidfull caue Wher Furies furthe send many fearfull eryes Their Pryd attended on by wraith as Slaue Their Madnes that on wraith had fixd her eyes Their Envy fals one Vertue still was railling And their Dispair her owne hairt furth was trailling 38. Their Rage did rune her heid against the wall And their despight satt gnawing of her fingers Their was the thrie commanders of them all Wofull because the Earth from miseheif lingers Alecto Tisiphon Megera their Who work mischeif plague famin bloode weir 39. The Muse Alecto furth she calls in ha'st And said I pray the pas vnto Achay Wheir is the Virgine fair Laissa plac'd And work her wrak her ruine her decay She 's daughâ—er too the great Achaian King And has defyld our fair caballean spring 40. This When the Muse hade said she did returne Thâ—oâ—w shâ—dowâ— dimme of dark and glomie night Vp to her Sisters who wiâ—h anger burne Till wrought was all their veangeance their despighâ— On Lissa fair whom beautie hade in keiping Who all this whyle lay by the fontane sleiping Caput III. Aâ—gument Alecto moues Achaias Prince Fair Helicon to vew Butt Man say of the flamming rock Forbids his iornay new When vnto Helicon he cam Laissa he espyes Whom he for Sister does not know And wold with loue surpryse 1. MElpomene now gone the furie streight Directs her course vp to the â—ighâ— of dâ—y Deuysing what way best to fâ—ame this slight And so beâ—hinks her on a strainge essay A slâ—ght a falâ—d and a curs'd â—euenge A creweltie a plâ—gue that seemeth strainge 2. And thus it was the for said Phedro had A lau full Sone Phelarnon cald by name Who 's prais and mereâ—ts was so lairgâ—y spred His father ioyid of such a Galants fame Alecto him from rests hey tour broght doune To search for honour and to find renoune 3. When lazie night with sable wings ou'r-spread The cristall sphers and dim'd thâ— azure Light Sleip bâ—ried men in rest from laboâ— fred In Sleip Phelarnon sies ane Angell bright To him appeiâ— and hiâ— waik â—iâ—e tormâ—nted With vision strange at last those words presented 4. Fair Prince as Nature has ordaind the strong Of goode proportioune with a verteous mynd Yea of thy Martiall self must be the song Of after liuing Poëts as we fynd Nature in the those gifts has no wayes shownâ— To burie them vnto the world vnknowne 5. Who so wold win renoune he thus proeeids Vp to the throne or Theatre of glorie The first rewarde of heigh and noble deids Must be to act the deid Who 's endles storie shall be reueiu'd with neuer dyng Fame In Tyms steill books to etermize thy namâ— 6. Yea verteous woorth but glorie can not be Glorie on Vertue waits wheir ere she goes Evne as thy shaddw followes still on thee And all Her deids to endles Fame she showes Thus his desyre his mynd his will and all She fram'd to worke his wrak his death his fall 7. Lastlie with flattrie thus the feind essayes Braue Youth begot of royall race and biâ—th How spends thou so into obscure thy dayes This stains thy valour and thy woundrous woorth Go then to Parnass ment extoll thy name With vertue wounder vadour glorie fame 8. For know Parâ—assus mightie mont retains That which should raise thy glorie to the skyes So fates decreis and so the Heauens ordains Heighe â—oue the wills from sluggish rest to ryes This said to shaples aershe takes her flight But left his hart impoyson'd with her slight 9. For whill she spak his spreit she did in spyre With hote desyre of honoâ— glorie fame He wa'k't he Blush't hâ—s eyes did flamm with fyre Whill strengthe courâ—ge stroaue with slouth shame Her stronge and venom'd word 's suche vertue had They Hope desyre strength courage valour bred 10. And by this tyme fair Phoebus ishewing out Did beautifie with brightnes of his beams Fair Leucotheas foreheâ—d round about Rysing aboue the wauie Oceane stream's Athon and Phlegon trampling clouds that powrs Melted by fyre bâ—eath in siluer showr's 11. Getting a tincture to the Spiders wheb's Waueing aboue dame Floras fragrant poses Vpon sweit smelâ—ing birkes and tender shâ—ob's Greine leaâ—es and prickies of vermiliane â—oses Whill Aeoll breathâ— their prettie tops decâ—yning They daunce they glance they smyl on Phoebus shyning 12. Not only heir alone fair Phoebus shaw's One Neptuns glassie glistâ—ing back he playeâ— Vpon whoe 's restles neuer ceassing waues He combs his crispe irradiant heir whoe 's rayes Wold seeme to set the hiest hâ—avns on fyre Whill in our Hemispere is his empyte 13 But suddenlie to darknes turn'd the day From skyeâ— heaune thâ—eatned earthe with roaring thunder That man and beast and feinds in hell affray Heauens fyre did seeme to tear the earthe a sunder Which of this Monarches fall did warning make Of death of bloode of ruine and of wrake
blastâ— from North to South he sends Crushing the clouds that fast before him flies Togither dash't their broken ranks discends In tearie drops as if they seem'd to weip That he so great gouernament should keip 30. Eune so these mightie men of armes did crushe With furious strenght their weapones each on other Hudge drops of bloode in stream's did alwayes gush The streams in floods the fluds brought Seas togetheâ— That drops and strem's floods seas took pairâ— To drinshe to dashe to droune the Martial hart 31. The rank's that stiflie stands agenst ther foes Fall's doune in slap's waltring in bloodie stryn'ds Wheron freshe ranks still marching brauely goes Out ou'r the beâ—lies of their deing freinds Not yelding to their foes till ether syde Does sacrafice their soulls to swelling pryde 32. Now whilst on eurie syd they fearslie sight The wantguards met with mightie strength and bosâ—â— Wheir Alphorest the Pagane shew his might Before his feit lay manie deing ghoste Till Mandadorus saw such hauok their Wheir Alphorest did feght he did repair 33 And Alphorest that lyk a Lyoune bears Him self espyd the Prince of Meson by To red him self of commone souldeours feirs His bloes seem'd lightning thundert throw the sky And then he lent the Prince a mightie bloe That almost from his horse he forcd him goe 34. But he acquyts him lighting on his hand That hand and sword and all fell to the ground And wheir his visar louse he lykewayes fand He made him their receaue his fatall wound The Pagans now began to fear and fant When as their mightie leadder thus they want 35. And by this tyme the greattest battel flies Eune their wheir as the Transysuanian stoode For that Penardo with his freshe supplies Had brok in throw their ranckâ— embrew'd whith blood So that in generall all began to flie Except Phelaston their would brauelie die 36. And sure that day his admirable might If I sould pas vntold I wer to blame For that him self alone in single fight Had slaine thrie knights of great and famous name Lighosthon Guelpho Meldabreid at lenth By cruell death had felt his mighte strength 37. Nor those alone by his accursed hand Depâ—yu'd of lyfe of soule of breath did lye But Oerard Ormond Groian by his brand Were slane all Knights of noble progenie With many mo he in that fatall stryfe Hurt feld or bruis'd or then bereft of lyfe 38. Penardo still that followed on the chaise Belmondo and Phenabon he espy'd Both by one Knight wer put to great distres Ther armour all with crimsone blood was dy'd In greattest hast if he had not come to theme That Knight alone was lyke for to vndo theme 39. Yet woundring that such woundrous force could be In one to foyle such fomous Knights as they And piteing that other syde should die He trusts him self betuein and bids them stay And to Phelaston sayes heir ar no foes Bot from his brand he answerd him whith bloes 40. Then he commands those tuo to stande asyde The furious Pagane feiresie he assaild His thristie blade oft in his bloode he dyed At euerie stroak his armour he dismaild With equall strengthe the Pagane countervaild him Showing his woundrous valour no thing faild him 41. The Pagane raisd his sanguin sword in hie Discharging blowes vpone his helmet strong Whill fyrie starr's out of his eyes did flie His mouâ—h furth-casting streams of bloode along Wheirfore he now whith wrath shame raige woundre Send bloes lyik lightning tempest storme thunder 42. Theirwith redoubled was the Pagans ire Who said shall one poore knight my strenth recall And so agane the Prince receaud his hyre That tuyce he reild and reddie tuyce to fall At last he blush't for shame shook for wrath Requyting shame whith foyle disgrace with death 43. This was the Transyluaenian fearce and strong Whom he had slaine and foâ—ward then he past And put him self among 's the Pag'anes throng Which scattred chac'd slaine to ground he cast As sand before the northerne blast fuâ—th fleis So fled those troup's fleing fall's and deis 44. Werieâ— with killing then they sound retraiâ— From sending Pagans soul 's to Plutos ports Wheir of a now I cease for to repait Whill as to them more danger still resorts For loe a gâ—eatter host they might descry With standarts wafting in the aerie sky 45. Amaz'd they stoode and knew not what it mein'd At last the Prince vndanted courage shew By trumpets sound he causd them be conueind And thus said he itt is not tyme to rew Keip what your valour courage might strenth Has brauelie wone and win you shall at lenthe 46. â—â—nck then your self's while Courage you releeue Let fear flie hence to mynds effeminat These mynds to martiall glory doos atchyue Whoe 's lyfes to hasards bold ar consecrat Doe from your hands your swords your harts your eieâ— Strenth valour conquest â—ictorie furth flies 47. Then willinglie they call for battell new Still thirsting after glorie to aspyre Their bloodles face and trembling voices shew That wrath within their breist had kendled fyre The warre-lyk noyes of trumpets roaring breath Steird horse to courage and the men to wrath 48. And now began the feght more sharpe and thin Now their encounters crewell hand to hand The Datians feghts to keip what they had win The Grecians to releue their natiue land Their vâ—ctorie and courage mand the feild Their come reuenge to force those tuo to yeild 49. Yet wer the Datians stout in daungers strong Their bodies freshe not woundit bruisd nor bleeding Their first assault was fearce and lasted long Them selfs within the Gretians ground intruding But Prince Penardo blamd their fainting harts Whose braue example promeisd heâ—ghe deserts 50. And formast then he led them throw their foes With deip impressiones in theis Squadrons great His sword so broad a way had made for thoes That followed him with hope strength raige despy While now the Datians seemd to rander back Their new reft ground a reall mends to mack 51. But not content with this him self he thrust With his braue guarde of Princes lords and Knights Gainst the great bodie of â—he battell first The which he shuâ—k and brâ—ck with stragling flights Transported so with courage might and strengthe Furth throw his foes he leaues his guarde at lengthe 52. Wheir he his ouerflowing valour showes His sword that seemd his danger for to know Such hauock made among his fainting foes That he was strongâ—ie now intrinsht and foe Deid corps wer forts whoe 's bloodie ditches shoes Feir terrour dreid and death to all his foes 58. Braue Brando than the Seruiane drawing neir The great Commander of these mightie maits Began his woundrous valour to admeir He loud his deids though their effects he haits This was the Seruiance Disput whom before Phelaston send his ayde for to implore 54. Penardo slew and hurt and chac'd his foes None leu'd but these who fled
his angrie wrath He lyke a wyld and hungrie Lyone goes From place to place and with him dreidfull death But seing then no foe gainstands his rage He stayes and staying does his wrath asswage 55. As winds gainstand by woods hills tours or walls The buildings shaks and tries by roots uptears Whil ouer the oppin plains he myldlie swalls Eune so Penardos wrath he calmely beirs When none his strength his will his raige assayld But Brando him at length to feght appeald 56. And whill their eyes did draw them both in sighâ— Their mynds consents to combat not agrâ—ing Wheirwith they now begine a famous fight Whoe 's brauery was beheld with thousands deinge Who raird their heids a loft their lyfeâ—â—enew In deaths despight that combat for to vew 57. Their noâ—es how much in feriour to the rest So much superiour they in skilfull fight Their courage was by skill gouerned best Their skill secundit by their strength and might Their terrour pleasur showes vnto the eye Wheir strength with skill witt with wrath agrie 58. Both valiant and both despysing death Both confident not vs'd to be ow'r come Yet doubtfull bothe bothe forcd to draw their braitâ— Vniting all their strength they chang'd their roume With leaps ' and turn's their hands wer agill parts Watchfull their eyes and resolute their Harts 59 Eache stryueing still as Conquerour to be Their bloes lyk thunder lights on eury syde Brando that nere before such force did sie Thus to be matcht for rage and swelling pryde He thinks of this their fight to mak ane end With all his force a furious bloe he send 60. Which lighted on Penardos head so sore That his remembrance left her batterd ludge At which aduantage he redoubling more Hâ—d seâ—sâ—es leyd him with his bloes so hudge The Prince with shame paine enduring longe His bloes so heauie great sore fearce and strong 61. But then o then who would haue sein his face Shame in his cheâ—ks reuenge into his eyes And now to win his honor lost apace He waits till fitt aduantage he espyes Vniting raige and â—kill strength in one He lights vpon his helmet which anone 62. He claue the murdring blade that doune warde forc'â— Maks passage for his soule whom he commands To ouerrune Phelastons wearye Ghoste And first to gett a kisse of Plutos hands And tell him from Penardo that he will With Paganes soules his darkest regions fill 63. The Datians that saw â—heir Campione fall Began to mak their feitâ— their best defence Penardo and his chosen traine with all So stuft the chace that in their fleing hence Tuelue thousand skars assuadged their furious hair While sable darknes made them sound retrait 64. This was beginning of Penardos praise This tyme his fame through all the earthe proceids This day his tropheis to the heauns did raise This was the birth day of his valorous deids That hard it was to iudge in generall Whither he was most loud or feird of all 65. But Night that for her nevoyes did lament In sable black attyre bevayl'd their woe Hanging her head sad louring dis content That day their shame vnto the world should show To keip vnknowne their fault their flight their feiâ— She darknes breath'd throw heaune throw earth throw aeâ— 66. And by this tyme the skoutts and watch was set The Captanes brings their lord into his tent Then eury man vnto his rest was let That efâ—er paine sum pleasur might be lent Thus being cairles of their farther stryfe This first night was the last night of their lyfe Caput IX Argument THe Aeneans full of fortitude With valourous dâ—spyt Encounters mightie Sigismund And all his armie gryt But they ar slaine Penardos deids Wins glorie and renoune Old Grodan comes to his releif And vanquishd Sigismund 1. WHen of bright heaune the orientall gate Lâ—â—k glistring gold wyde oppin did appeir Wheir Phoebus in his glorious coathe was sett Fâ—om wearâ—e night both heaune and earth to cleir His goldin loks about his shoulders lyes That throwes their glistring beams throw gloomie skyes 2. And daunceing now one trembling Thetis bak Penardos skoutts they doe returne on hast And shew the Prince that they had sein the tract Of more then fourscoir thousands at the least With goldin arm 's and syluer shynning sheilds That martch'd within a league out ow'r the feilds 3 This was great Sigismund ye hard of yore Whom Brando did aduerteis long ago Who hard of these that fled the day before Of all that past into the batrells tuo And haâ—â—ing to reuenge his subiects lost Was come so near with this his mightiâ— host 4. Great is that woundrous vertue can resist And boldlie feght gainst all extremitie That for no fear of danger will desist From honors deids disdaining miserie Nor for no foree can euer ' be forcd to zeild Bott gainst all daunger proues a mightie sheild 5. This vertue rare feare fortitude does claime As due to her that for no greif can groane Her works ar constant and she feirs no shame For reassone â—euls her stayd opinione She works by courage and true valour gyds heâ— She feirs no foe nor from no hazard hyds her 6. If fortitude haue in our mynds no place Nor rewil as souering Quene ore all the rest Owr workâ— owr deides our actiones has no grace Shâ— wyshe ponders both â—he warst and best To lyfe she geues a lustrâ— tadiant â—nd croun's our deids with honors ornament 7. For lo indeid the braue Thessalians Wer cround with all the fructs of Fortitude First in their mynds was great magnificence Attemping things heighe excellent and goodâ— Nixt confidence in their most valiant hairts Bred hope of goode euent for their deserts 8. And thridlie patience was their mightie guyde In suffring for their countrey and their fame And lastlie with perseueranc'e did abyde In their opinione fermelie fearing shame Yea euâ—ie one with oâ—her seemd to stryve Who best should use these vertues four alyve 9. Which pitie drawes from roode Barbarian haires The feircest Tyrants crewell mynd doeth wound To sie them whoe 's vnmatchable deserts Deseruis with endles glory to by cround Feght in their owne defence half dround in blood Not slaine but smotherd with hiuge multitude 10. Their matcheles mightie Gen'rall was not last That braue Penardo whom the world admeirs Whom death nor danger could not make agast In him true valorous Fortitude appeirs Who Angel-lyk in voyce in face in speiche Thus sweitlie meiklie homely did beseiche 11. My Frends quod He of you I made a chose Not for your valours proof so much of fame Bot eu'n becaus I knew you to be those That more aceount did mak of honors Name Nor goods nor riches wordly welth nor gaine Nor lyf nor death nor pleasure nor of paine 12. This Honor now which you so long haue sought Wheirof so cairfully yow mak aceount So well yow haue atchyu'd tho deirlie bought That to hir throne this last day
for shame All his confufed thoughts bred discontents And when he soght vp from the ground to cleir him The gyant with his masse agane drew neir him 20. Which lighted one his shoulder with such force That one his hands agane he stoupt to ground Who by this rude intreatment raiging worse Raige bâ—ought him strength and strength his courage found His armed fist aloft he stronglie rears And beats the Gyants brains about his ears 21. The gyant fell with such a fearfull noyes As when a thunderbolt from heaune does fall Whoe 's lightning seems to rent the azure skyes And shaks the powr's of heaune and earth withall Or lyk a wind whoe 's furious devastatione Doune throw the aer does shak the earth fundatione 21. Eune with such noyes the Gyant fell to ground While presentlie the earth did him deuour Receaueing him within her hollow wound Then clos'd agane lyke as she was before Wheir at great Iasons Neuoy was amazd And deim'd he was sum feind by magick rais'd 23. While he in this amazed moode did stand Haâ—d at his feitt his sworde he did espy The which how sone he gotte into his hand He marrched foâ—wart most couragiouslye But neirer to the pallace when he came He thought him ay the farther from the same 24. So thinks the courious man that wold attaine By trauell to heaune threatning Atlas tope Mounting as far as first his eyes hade sein It seems ane other Atlas ryseth upe Whoe 's tope did aeirs thrid regione proudlie threat Compast with clouds skoartch'd with Phoebus heatâ— 25. Then is his hope accompanied with doubt Such hope such doubt dwelt in Penardos thought He staid him self and looking round about His gaizing eyes vnto his vew sune brought A Mayd who towards him directs her pase And first saluts him with a modest grace 26. Then ax'd him whither he was mynd'tt to goe He sayd that galant foâ—tres for to sie Quod she thow finds no entres their but loo If thow would enter thow must goe with me Content was he to goe to know to proue To end the pains of death of lyfe of loue 38. At last she came vnto a vault or groat Whoe 's gâ—eâ—slienes was fearfull to behold But he who onlie had vnto his lott A bâ—aue vndanted Spreiâ— with courage bold Straight followed heâ— from light of day to darknes And lost her in that vnaquanted marknes 28. Where he does heir a dreidfull sounding voyce Lyik to the skritching of the nights blak Houle Hisling of seâ—pents and the greâ—slie noyes Of ghostly spreits in Plutoes court so foule Who if his armours vertue had not saift him Of lyfe of fame of glorie wold had reft him 29. Whom they begin to buffet heir and their Him beat thay oft vnto the ground agane Yeâ— could he nothing find but filthie aer Whoe 's smook might wee ll consume a world of men Such filthie smook it was such vglie blasts As Aetna from his dreidfull mouth forth casts 30 He drawes his sword and forward still he goeâ— Vowing to sie the end of these euents The fuâ—â—her in the thicker grow the bloes At last a fearfull noyes to him presents A thundring sound a fearfull trembling shak Whoe 's dreidfull voice made all the earth to quak 31. Yet he procids and thinks them all but toyes And stumbling doune at last to ground he fell While as he hard a piâ—eous groneing voice Lyk to the sore tormented soulls in hell That in this greislie caue this darksum shade A houling and a yowling sound still made 32. The deing grones of sum tormented wight He seemd to heir amongs these fearfull sounds Their Soâ—ow dwelt and their eternall Night Of euerlasting horror still resounds But he no tenour fear 's nor daunger dreids But forward goes and throw the dark proceids 33. As does the blind in desert foâ—rests wyde Ow'r hazards roks caues craiges montanes wander While fear of death has chast his faithfull guyde Eune feir of tempests lightning stoâ—me and thunder When as he heirs a noyes a sound a câ—y Hope thâ—ow the danger guyds him hastilye 34. So wanders he stout hardy fearles bold Att last vpone a deing Knight he fell Skarce could he speik bott zett this much he told Ah tho thou seiks for death Dispair and Hell Heir duells sad death plagues torments heir remains Hell brings from this her euerlasting Pains 35. Ah crewell death ah blak dispair alace Wo wo and with the word wo chokd his breath The Prince that pitied such a wofull cace Heau'd vp his heid and said relent from Death Perhaps some hope sum hap sum help remain He answerd nocht but this one word In vane 36. Why quod the Prence is thy releife in vaine If God so pleas his grace and mercie lend But to this house and to this hell of paine How cams't thow in or wast thow heir in send Faine would I know wheir with the deing Knight Breathd furth these words thoght weakly as he might 37. Within this caue their is a virgin Mayde Loue dairteth lightning from her glorious eyes Her beautie bright does all their hairts invade With death loue furie passione that her seis Muche is the force the strength the vigour much Who seis her deis for loue th' enchantments such 38. Many attempt's this aduenture to end But still they end them selfs and it remains Which I poore I has too too suirlie kend And now must pay my lyf for these my pains My bosume keips her beauties burning fyre That tears my hairt in peeces with desyre 39. Ah pitie said the Prence is their remeid To saue thy lyfe and quensh youths loueing flamme No no sayd he their 's naine till I be deid Heir many mo lies buried for the same Wheirfore go back leaue of returne againe Heir is no heyre bot death for all thy paine 40 Then said the Prince I surelie wer to blame Not seing danger for to leaue it soe Quod he then since thow cairs so muche for shame I pray the tak my counsall or thow goe Aboue this dreidfull Caue their stands a laik Whoe 's restles waues this thundring noyes does mak 41. The Mayde is on ane altar sacrafeizd With sulpher flamms of fyre to Pluto's Deitie Tuelf hours within that fyre sho's martyrizd And tuelf houres dround in blood with out all pitie Before her burnes a Taper will not slaik Bot in the water of that thundring laik 42. This Taper yow must win with mightie force Syne drinsh it in the forsaid laik lo Her flamm's ar quenshed then with great remorce But how to quenshe the blood yow their shall kno Yet if yow be intangled by her beautie Thy hairt thy eyes thy hands shall leaue their duetie 43. Now if the burning Tapre thou obtein To get it back shall many wayes be sought As soone as it thou wants by any mein As soone shall she from lyf to death be brought Bot if thow be intangled with her
loue The Tapre frome his place thow can not moue 44. Thus fair you weell and with the word the Knighâ— Sunck doune with slâ—ip of leaddin death oppâ—est Greif woe and pitie did â—he Prince affright His valour courage hope they muche distrest He goes but coâ—fort whill his guyde was cair His manlie hairt assayld with cold dispair 45. Though he was still â—urmoyld with cair and gâ—â—if Though daunger still forbids his iâ—te pâ—yse Tough sad dispair thâ—eat's deâ—â—h without releif And â—hough Dreid fame and conquest boâ—h denyes Yet fordward still he goâ—s but cair oâ— paine And hops ane happie succes for to gaine Caput XI Argument THe birning Alters Keeper of His lyfe Penardo spoyls He seis the daylie funerall In blood the Virgine boyllâ— He that by loue could not be win The Tapre does obtaine About the Quene of loue he seis All thois yat Loue had slaine 1. O Now yow Muses matchles and devyne Help by your sacred skill my gros defects Mak sharpe my wit and pregnant my ingynâ— That by your freindly ayde in all respects My pen suplied may boldly breath his name Inrold aboue the star's by endles fame 2 Whoe 's mynd the feat of royall vertues birth And who all goodnes knew but knew no ill Admeird of all the world for his rare woorth Which causd Envy for raige her self to kill Eune he vwithout all fear or cair did enter And throw this cave lyk greisslie hell did venter 3. At last a thirling light he did espy Which from a dure did glanceing furth appeit Wheirto when as the galant Prince drew nye He saw a flamme most pure most bright most cleiâ— Vpon ane alter burne and in the same Brint skoarch'd tormented lay a virgine Dame 4. Whill on this piteous spectacle he gaiz'd From out a corner dark he might perceaue A monstre hudge that maid him much amaiz'd Whoe 's greatnes seem'd to fill that emptie caue He bâ—eathd furthe clouds of smook which dim'd the flamme And darkned all the place about the same 5. So thundring tempests dims the goidin Sunne And darkins all the cristall heauns so hy The reiking clouds lyik smook doun moltin runne By force of fyre that thonderis throw the sky At last such roars he thunders in his ear It seemd the caue shook trembled quaik'd for fear 6. This monstre fearslie did assaill the Prince Who nimble quick sharp readie light auoyding His mightie bloes so braue was his defence Oft him he harm'd him self vnharm'd abyding So that the monstre â—oird for greif and paine Furth casting Floods of poysond goiâ— a maine 7. Thus eache perseuing other to the death Wâ—th strength with â—aige with furie hait ire That neither geue the other leaue to breath The monstre still threw furth bright flamms of fyre Who 's skaills bore furth the Prince his furious dint Lyk tempred Steill hard diamond or flint 8. Wheir for a strangâ—r kynd of feght he chuses Quyting his â—word he draw's a dagger fyne His skill his slâ—ght his might and strength he uses To ridd this deulishe monstre out of pyne Who lifting vp his armed creist with ire Smook frome his mouth his eyes furth sparkling fyre 9. Did fearcelie forewart to the Prince furth pace Infolds inrolls in lincks with gaipping iawes But he with foresight waying well the case His skaillie gorge in his stronge arme he thrawes And through his burninge ey with fatall knyfe Brought furthe his brains with his brains his lyfe 10. Glade was he to be ridd of such a foe Yet pitie cair and sorow chac'd delight To sie so fair a Mayde tormented so His eyes with chyld of tears his hairt stil sigh't Taeirs from his eys spring's riuers floods furth senâ— Sighes from his hairt lyk blustring winds vpwent 11. When neirer to the alter he was come Of soâ—ow he might heâ— the saddest sound There greuous gâ—oneâ— weâ— inter mix'd with some Weâ—k breathing words that did sad death resound The words wer sweet and pitiefull to heir The accent soft the voce was sharpe and cleir 12. Those wer the wofull words he pitied most Ah Plâ—â—o Pluto end this sacrifice Hell Hell douore my souls tormented ghost Ah crewell Heau'ns that gloir's to tyraneize Ah paine paine paine let endles paine remoue Curs death curs hel curs earth curs heaeuns aboue 13. Whill thus she spak Penardo hard a noyes And suddenlie appeir'd a greatter light A hundreth torches borne by litle boyes All claâ—â— in murning wâ—id a wofuâ—l sight Softlie the prince â—o vayes him self a syde To sie of these euents what wold betyde 14. After these torches wer tuo horses led Whose Tâ—apers wer of purple siâ—k gold Such curious work so rich imbrodered Wâ—s admirable â—air for to behold For greffon lyk thay pâ—ceâ—ng seem'd to flie With goldin plumed wings right curiously 15. These horse wer keept by lackaves tuo who had Two sheilds which seem'd of sundrie Knights to hold And after them tuo Paiges richlie cled Two mightie lances bore with heads of gold Nixt aâ—ter them four galant coursers dâ—ew A crimsone cotche that seemd of bloodie hew 16. within this cotche tuo Kinghts wer sadlie plac'd In glistâ—ing armoor that was fynelie fram'd The aâ—mours shyning lustre was defac'd Wiâ—h purple blude thâ—t from their bodies straimde Sad wâ—s their mynds wheir sorow did remaine Great wer their wounds but greatter far their paine 17. The one still sigh'd and gâ—oin'de but spak no word For in hiâ— breiâ—t a bâ—oodlie dagger stoode The other throughe his bodiâ— had a sword From whoe 's steill poynt ranne streams of crimson blood Death ou'r them both long since hade spred her wingâ— Yet lyfe by airt paine greif and sorow brings 18. Behind the alter stoode a brasen portch Which oppâ—nd wyde for to receaue this traine Where enters all the boyes with eueâ—ye tortch The hors and all the rest that did remayne But whill the cotche neir to the alter drew The wofull dame her sorows did renew 19. Ah Heaun's alace come come I glaidly goe Let deith geue end to Hells tormenting flamme Blood blood glut vp both soule and body lo Stop now my braith and suffocat the same Let these tuo leiue then impose on me Ten thousand deaths so I may once but die 20. No sonner did she end her plaints when as Tuo old and aiged Haggs come in then sights Who bore ane huge gâ—eat veshell made of bras That keipt the blood of those tormented Knights Long gaizd the Prince on thir hid misteries Whill paine on paine greif on greif he sies 21. The virgine from the fyre began to moue her The veshell neir she throw her in the same While as the blood begane to boyle aboue her And vtherwhyls aboue the bloode she come So bubling streams of brooks from hye that fall Raise vp the Pebls pure whyt cleir and small 22. They gone the Prince did with him self deuyce To spill the blood bot now he heirs
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
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
he bereft of lyfe 44 By tuo strong gyants mightie fearce and bold Which Maro fearce and Bramarano heght That does ow'r Creitt their crewell scepter hold Which they haue won by murther bloode and feght Her beautie fame vnto their ears hade soundit Wheir by proud Bramaranos hart was woundit 45. This Bramarano sone to Maro is Who hearing of Philenas wedding day Come with his Syre and feftie Knight of his While she poore soule was but ane easie prey For all the court in pompe in ioy in stait Had nether sword shield armis not feard deceat 46. Thrie scoir and more into this wofull broyle Wer slaine and their the Prince of Antioch fell Whoe 's onlie valour long with stude this spoyle Seune airmed Knights he slew vnarm'd him sell On Bramaranos sword at last he smairted O crewell death o Tyrant crewell hairted 47. This woefull murther wrought they thence remoue Philaena fair with trauell paine and toyle Nor could her car her greif her sorow moue Their harts to pitie nor their hands from spoyle But Bramarano would haue rapt the prey Which eye should not behold nor tongue bewray 48. And yet withe tear's with murninge and complaint His hairt by Nature furious fearce and crâ—well She mou'd on this conditione to relent Tho loue still brunt and lust still fond the fewell Where noght but beautie breideth loues desyre Lust feids the flamme and booldith stil the fyre 49. He was content if in tuo months she could Find out a knight to vanquish him in fight Vnto her formar libertie she should Be set and he should quyt discharge his right Prouyding if no Knight with stoode his stryfe She should remaine his Concubine or wyfe 50. And now tuo tymâ— has swartishe Cynthia shynd Tuyce showin her spherick face with borrowed light And tuyce agane to horned shape declynd Since I frome fair Philenae took my flight To find sum Knight sum Champione or sum Lord That wold to hir his happie ayde afford 51. Yet haue I fund not one that hade regaird To honor glorie fame or dignitie Altho she geues her self for their rewaird Who conquere shall so fearce ane Enemie And now no more but full tuo weiks remains Of the appointed tyme which he ordains 52. Thus haue yow hard the somme and heill â—ffect Of all my toyle my trauell and my paine Sure then quod he it seem's that yow neglect To find a Knight or els no Knights remaine Bot if the heau'ns so pleas or it be long I shall abaitt his pryde reuenge her wrong 53. Thanks sir quod sho your great good will I sie But lo yow laiâ—k both aâ—mour sword and sheild I was but knightâ—d now of lait quod he And swoor to wear none till I wan't in feild Why then quod she if our reuenge ensue The heaun's has smâ—ld and I haue done my due 54. The Prince and she both enters in the bairge But heaun's preserue him fâ—om that deeulishe traine Which falslie is deuys'd foâ— him at lairge To worke his shame his fall his death his paine Who ou'r that great Danubius is gone A companeid with fals deceat alone Caput XIIII Argument THe Prince is by this feind furthled Vnto Philaena's bour He slayes the Gyant seine by fair Philena from her tour Her raige to loue does turne but louâ— Disdaint turns meir despight She seiks his death he 's by an Angell warnd flies by night 1. HAppie ar they that can eschew deceat Whoe 's baits ar beautie glorie flattriâ— gainâ— That vertue pulls frome honors hie estait Alluring them by what they wold obtaine Thus hope of vertue glorie praise fame Leads them to death destructione foyle shame 2. So does the craftie Crocadeill entyse Beneth the fertile banks of flowing Nile â—he trauellers with murnefull platns and cryes â—s if it wer sum wofull wight that feill The pains of death but when they come to sie With terrour feir and death toâ—mented be 3. Suche kynd compassione with Penardo wrought He goes bot knowes not to his death deuys'd So was decreid and so Philena sought So with this false deceat she him entys'd For tatling Fame had â—â—id it knowne to all That Prince Euphrasies did before him fall 4. Whaiâ—foâ—e long tyme she murn'd she sigh't she plaind At last she send when for reuenge she cryes For Arebo a visarde who sustain'd And brought her vp in youthe with him t' aduyse Whoe 's aiâ—t his wit his will to ill entysde Ay ill he wrought ill vsde and ill devysde 5. He told her that the Prince Penardo was So braue a knight whom heaune so muche did fauour All slights all straits all daunger could he pas Except he chanc'd but sword oâ— armis to wauer In chantment strong his vertue still commands If mou'd to wraith whole armeis he with stands 6. Whoe 's might be then had brought to end he said The fairest rarest wounderfullest warke That ere be force of magick airt was maid Yet he the wished end shall not remark For that shall be vnsein vnfun'd vnknownâ— Till tyme place fates and fortune leaue to frowne 7. Wheir for now fits the seasone for reuenge Now fits the tyme to croune thy iust desyre Now trauells he throw desert montanes strainge From whence my arte shall mak him heir reteir For Bramaeranâ—â—end â—end whoe 's strenth all knowes To the that Gyaunt great affectione showes 8. Feid him with showes and shaddowes of delight Whoe 's valoâ—r streâ—th and might so weell is knowen If not by him not by the world â—hat Knight Mâ—y be orecuâ— or vanquishâ— or or'e throwen Yea if he hâ—dâ— his armour sword or sheild He nor all Europe could not win the feild 9. Thus did the wiked wisard her entyse To act thiâ— fals deceat and crewell slight Which was perform'd eune as he did denyse And Bramarano brought was to the fight Whoe 's furie strength and might so knowne by fame That all those kingdomes trembled at his name 10. Thus Arebo ane wicked feind hade sent In shape of Mayde with whom o're that fair streamâ— Of Danubie the Prince Penardo went Not doubting ill deceat disg'race nor shame But in her louelie looks deceat did loure So Serpents lurck amidst the fairest floure 11. When ouer Danubius the Prince was gone With this foule feind this ladie and this guyde Such will hast zeal and such desyre alone He had that fast he on his iourney hy'd Ah happie Prince hade it bene know'ne to the. Who train'd the brought the bure the compaine 12. In fals report no credit nor no hope Thow wold hauâ— had nor haue beleeud deceat But mightie Ioue who gaue thy rains the skoâ—pe His Angell send for to preserue thy staitt Els furies feinds ghostes Spreitts fairies all Had brought shame death euerlasting fall 13. Guydit by hell altho preserud by heaun'e At last Philenas palace he â—spyde Vpoun a rock heighe built wer castells seauâ—e Below a murmuring riuer softlie glyd
contemplatione And beastlie bruttshe maks her operatione 3. Yea who soere or what soere they be Suffâ—ing them selfs with lust for to be led They ar no more them selfs no more ar frie Nor from no trauell paine and labor fred For their desyre a thousand wayes they vse Nor for it thousand torments will refuse 4. Their bodie not refusing thousand pains So they obtain their pleasure their desyre Into their mynd a thousand heâ—ls remains In quenshing thought vnquenshable their fyre And their desyre their fyre incressing still Turns furie seiks for death if want of will 5. Suche furie in Philena fals abyds Who birnes in fyre of sensuall delight Wanting her will and her desyre prouyds In furie for to murder this her Knight Not loue of him but lust in her remaind And therfore crewell death becaus restraind 6. For presentlie no sooner was he gone When sextein Knights arryu'd in armour cled And throw that secâ—eit passage goes anone With cleir sharpe swords about the Prince his bed The which if mightie Ioue had not forsein Their had he died their had he murdre'd beine 7. But he whom heaun's preserud for better hape Did restles on his longsum iourney wend Till Tytan thryce in Thetis watrie lap Had dyu'd and thryce his spherick course did end When he vpone the banks of Teissa fair Lay doune and ends his wearie iorney their 8. This Teissa is a fair and pleasant floode Which Hungaries east bordour rins a longe Neir to that montanes seuine heighe hoarie rude Which Transyluania fortefie right strong Heir rests the Prince all night feids his mynd Wiâ—h conquest praise and glorie brought from Indâ— 9. And wheir he lay the riuer from a rock Pour'd doune his pure cleir syluer streams in stoir Which on the peble channell softlie brok Throw hollow concaues of the crooked shoir Whoe 's ghostlie roars maks all the craigs to ring Whill tries birds winds with sweit reports does sing 10. Whoe 's confort rare of musick sweit and fyne Soung him a sleip till bright Aurora ryse Whoe 's mantle brâ—ght reid whyt cleir did shyne And alter turne and change in azure skyes A suddan sound into his ears that rings A waks the Prince with shouts and murmerings 11. He starts a loft and looking round about He sies ten Knâ—ghts come fâ—o a forrest wyde Who Capâ—iue led seaune Ladyes in a rout Whom with away in greattest hast thay ryde He drawâ—s his sword and with his sheild he goes To wine that prey be valour death and bloes 12. One of the ten their passage to mak frie Cums farr before and caught his mightie launce The which he shuns with hand with fute with eye And quicklie did his murdring blade aduance Whiâ—h in the Knights hairt bloode he sheathd perforce Then took his launce and quicklie man'd his horse 13. By this the Ladies and the Knights drew neir And swor their fellow should not die for noughâ— One moir they send the passage for to cleir Who se king for reuenge a vengeance bought The Prince eune with his fellowes lance a pairt Pearst throw his breist his bodie and his hairt 14. The rest with raige with furie and despight The Ladeis daintie hands and feitt hade bund And taine them fro their horse for feir of flight And left them sadlie weeping on the ground And in their furie mad for their reuenge All with the Prence began a battell stâ—ainge 15. The Prence who saw the ladyes weep and murne His ire and wraith was chang'd to pitie myld But pitie vnreuengd to raige did turne Thus lâ—ke a lyone angrie fearce and wyld His flamming sword he tos'd till they all shoke Yet fanting striks and tremble whil they stroke 16. The Prince rush throw them with his brand heigh bornâ— Death by his syde at each bloe one to catche As sythe cutts doune the graine the grasse the corne So cut befoiâ— him fall they eurye wratche Eache bloe a wound eatch wound brought death with paine Him self vntiutch'd vnharm'd vnhurt remaine 17. Eune as a montane craige or mightie rock Whom raiging seas or blustring winds assayle Gainst seas winds stormes lightning thunder broke Still vnremou'd abyds and neuer faill So sted fastlye the Prince with stoode their strengthe And hurt feld slew or chac'd them all at lengthe 18. Not one now left his furie to withstand His bloodie brand he dights and sheaths it then The ladyes he would louse bound fute and hand Tormented sore with sorow greif and payne And she that Mistres seemd of al to be Her lows'd the Prence from bands set her frie. 19. Mistres she was indeid of all the rest For comelines for beautie and for grace For verteous mynd vnstaind pure cleine and chaist Meik modest myld and sprung of princelie race The feild of loue did modest vertue plow And rypt the fructe vnpuld as yet that grow 20. Her modest blushe her Sâ—ne shyne beauties ray Her fyrie sparkling light cleir bright and shynning Their goldin beams spâ—ings furtâ— in wantone playe Streams on the Prence his face whoe 's eyes refynning Hade recolle'ct ' her spredding beams in one And throwes them back and burns her hairt anone 21. So bright Apollo spreds his beam's o're al And sweitlie waâ—ms and conforts eurye floure â—ut in a litle birning glas recal His rayes he shows his might his strength his powre For that to which before he comfort brought He birnes he skortches and consumes to nought 22. The Prince admeird the beautie of her face She stoode she staird she woundeâ—t she gaiz'd Still from his eyes come lightninge furthe a pace Which brint her hairt dâ—smayd and much amaiz'd For loue of eurye glance and eurye looke Nâ—w weapins forg'd wheiâ—with her hairt he strooke 23. Thus stoode the dame now pale now reid now wane Which weell bewrayde the passiones of heâ— hairt Till floods of tears from her faâ—r eyes doune ranne Sighes from her swelling breist vnsolds her smairt Then loue for mend's did change to cristall ball 's The syluer globs which fâ—om her eyes dounâ— fall's 24. And them he throwes at Prince Penardos eyes Theirwith to hit to wound or worke his smairt But all to weak his chyldishe airme he seis To harme the man that hade a Mars his hairt Wheirsore he sweir in furie raige and ire To fet eyes hairt and all into a fyâ—e 25. Ane arrow fâ—om his quauer furth he drew The which by chance did bear a leaddin head Wheiâ—of he nothing in his furie knew Till in the Pâ—inces hairt he fixt the lead Then Cupid blusht sighdt and grond full sore Who neuer knew that he was blind before 26 Ane vther shaft with goldin head he taks Wheirwith he wold vndo his woâ—k ere long But all in vaine his trauell now he maks For that the vthers poysione was too strong Yet mollefied the force and did him moue To pitie her becaus he could not loue 27 Then weiping throw the aer
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