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
whoe 's bright shining eyes Adorn the solid Earth with heaunlie light Ou'r your great conquest do not tyraneize Though yow subdue all by your seemlie sight But with Laissaes meiknes be content And grace your beautie with that orâ—ament 41. To your fair selfs her fairnes first apply Her courtesie her meik and humble miâ—â— Tempred with grace and goodly modestâ— It seemd those â—ertues tuo did striue to find The high est place and stryueig but for dewtie Eache utheâ— helps and but augments her bewtie 42. While as the Muses see her vertues rare Her beautie wisdome modestie and all Surmoâ—nting them so farr that euriwhere They feard her fame should once procure their fall Wheirfore theâ— seike with wâ—â—t eraft slight wrath Her infamie her woe her wrak her death 43. And waiting still occasione when they may Find out a fault vnto her faultles mynd That with the sharpest sentence of decay Sum punishment they fithe might outfynd Thus they decreid her death conspyrd her fall Fauord by tyme fate fortune heau'ns and all 44. It chanc'd the Muses once vpone a day Were in an abor neir vnto the fontane While as Laissa at her sport and play Was gone a hunting through the rockie montane For Phoebe-lyke it did delight her mynd To chase to kill to wound the hart the hynd 45. Alone now comming wearie frome the chace And traueling in heat of all the day Hâ—d sought to bath her in that pleasant place And with enamourd streams a while to play While as the Muses wait they lye they lurk Their wrath their will their vengeance for to woork 46. The streams not deip nor shallow which did glyd With prettie whispring noyes so calme and cleir Therof the moueing skaiâ— she could be spyd And yit a heaunly murmur you might heaâ—e The Pebles seimd to leap to swimme to daunce While as the streams did tremble moue and glance 47. The Pyns and Poplars bowed theme selfs from hie From heat and cold that shaddowed all the streame She dip'd her daintie legs vp to the knie That lyke two snow-white marble Pillers seâ—me So polishd Porphyre deckd with purest gold Doth temples tombes and trophees faire vphold 48. And being now entysed by the cold She taks her bow and quever fâ—ome her syds Hung in a lace of purple silk and gold That ouerthuart her snow whit breist diuyds Tuo azur streams of Nectar-feiding fontanas Springing to tops of Alabastre montanas 49. And haueing hung her garments on a Pyne O who had sein so fair a silkin skine So daintie well proportion'd pure and fyne So beautifull so Quaint so cleir so thine The thrife thrie Nymphs whome wâ—ath haid now deâ—ys'd To woâ—k her wrak could skarslie be entys'd 50. Now beauties shopp vne los'd begins to be And showes her store of treasure to the sight Their all the pleasurs that do pleas the eye And all was their that doeth the tutâ—h delight The Graces had their clothes about her drawen To keip the mayd vnfelt vnsein vnknowen 51. Their thoughts contentment their was harts delight Their bankets for vnsatiat appetite Their wisdome Conquerour whoe 's only sight The Tygers tams and Lyons fearce does smit The key of all thir wealâ—h keip't Chastitie Whoe 's ornament was shamefast modestie 51. While this fair Iemme vpone the water lyes With cooling streams shâ— maks a dalleying sport With leges and armes a thousand tricks she tryes Toying with swimming in a seemlie sort As Dolphins do vpone a sunnye day On Thetis glistring back whiâ—l they wold play 53. The Muses that no longer could abyde Out fâ—om their priuie aâ—boir ishew'd all How soone this Paragon has them espyde She smills and sporting thus to thame does call Yow Thesphiane dams go seik some other streame And come not neir this sacred fount for shame 54. But thay whill rage within thair brests did suall Not virgine-lyke but bearing Tygers harts Menassing her aloud they gan to call We sie thow thinks to much of thy desarts Foull Fondling does thow think thy beautie such That thou deserus our sacred streams to touch 55. No no these Streams ar only due for vs The dreided Imps of proud Apollos light For since the foote of fleing Pegasus Medusaees birth begot by Neptuns might Let soule the rains of this sole sacred fontane None els but we presum'd to reache this montane 56. Of fauors we haue showen thee great and many And brought thee vp with cairfull paine and charge Our presens not till now was granted any And we indewd thee with our graces large We that before wer sacred Muses nyne Made thee a tenth though mortall not devyne 57. And then they fled this Lady for her cryme Whom they so dasht that she as half amas'd Sitts by the fontaine naiked all the tyme When loe her thoughts a rose vermiliane rais'd Now red now pale her colour changed oft She sigh'd she grond she qua'ik'd staâ—d â—loft 58. While as the syluer stream that softly slyds With silent noyes and sweitest murmur sounds Such heau'nly musick throw the medowes glyds While rocks with rare â—eports there noyes rebounds That with ther Diapason so bereft her All naked and a sleip they still had left her 59. Then Morpheus spred furth his sable wings The virgine fair infolding in his armes Rest quyet ease and sweet repose he brings Dischairging care greâ—f sorow woes and harmes Yet through soft sobs deip sighs sore grones salt tears Woe anger care greif sorow paine appears 60. While as the Nymphs with angre wrath and yre Her name her fame her glorie ouer waylling Did sink her shipe to honor that aspyre In seas of sweittest viâ—gine pleasurs sayling Extending all their malice craft and slight To wrape her Sune in clouds of darkest night Caput II. Argument THe Muses send Melpomine Doune to the lowest Hell 's She meits with Night and askes the waâ— Which she vnto her tells To Plutoes kingdome when she cam She past by all the pains At last out of her dreidfull Deâ— Alecto she constrains 1. THer is nothing beneth the sky insearte More moues my mynd to pitie compassion Then for to sie a true and vpright hearte Wheir faith trueth has bult hir only statiâ— By Fortuns snar's and Enuyes craftie baits Dispys'd disdain'd disgrac'd with falce deceats 2. And whither it be kyndest pitie loe Or duetie which I ow all woman kynd â— know not but my hart doeth burst for woe When harme vnto ther harmeles sexe I find And my poore eyes Whil as I writting lay With tears did seeme to washe the lyn's away 3. Fa'r wemen should be lou'd and not envy'd Whoe 's substance is so daintie pure and fyne In Naturs triple foâ—nace being try'd Till all the drosse be thence remoud and syne That Essence pure most Angel-lyk retains No staine nor blot but alwayes cleir remains 4. But this poore Lissa beautifull and fair Which beautie God did geue her as a gâ—ace Was by deceaâ— thâ—owne doune
raige and greif hâ—r haiâ—t in peices teirs 17. Now Fame began her fether footed race By manie lands and seas she tooke heâ— flight At last to rest her swift and speedie pacâ— In Datia land at courâ— she doune did light And in the ears of mightie Sigismound Those wo full newes she wofullie did sound 18. How that his deirest Sone dier Tropolance Achaians Prince hade now berefâ—â—flyâ—e And â—hat into a Ladyes faâ— defence He bâ—auâ—liâ— died in thaâ— coâ—ragious stryfe Then plagâ—e on pâ—ague the Tyranâ— ear 's confoundit Pâ—yd angre â—aige reueng blood muâ—ther soâ—nâ—iâ— 19. Reuenge proceids of iniurie by right A Passione thâ—t fraile man tormenteth much It gnaweâ— the hart with tormentâ— of despight By day and eâ—ke by night molesting such As arâ— offendit thus iniust it proues For the offendar nought at all it moues 20. Sum in reuenge does alwayes use to kill But that is crewell rage and meir despight For he â—hat would reuenge must haue the skill To haue a kynd of pleasur and delyht That the reâ—eng'd may feill with shâ—me and painâ— The weyght of the Reuengers wâ—ath and gaine 21. But Sigismund of whom we now shall treat Vs'd only crewell rage and not reuenge Most vitious and detestable deceat Most filthie barbarous and yet more strange A fear a beastlines a brutâ—she passione An euill of euills past all imaginatione 22. A passione which with wemen doeth endurâ— And oftentym's has by that Sex bene vs'd And also by the Vulgare being sure Of stronger backs oâ— cowards that has chus'd The weaker contrare partie for their fo And therupon theire courage most they show 23. But lo the braue and mightie mynds we sie Wheir valour dueells their strength does exerceize Against the strong resisting enemie And those whose deids their fame does eterneize Whome they no soonner to their mercie gett But pitie does their crueltie abett 24. Such pitie us'd not Sigismund who sweir To mak the Earth with Graecians blood so drunck That all the world yea heaune it self should heir The iust reuenge of his deir Sunnes deid trunck Thus soone he rais'd ane armie void of fear Whoe 's stomacks stout breath'd furth reuenge weaâ— 25 This Sigismund a mightie Pagane strong The scepter held of many mightie land Which he by right of warre or rather wrong Most Tyranelyk did keip into his hand Who with this armie great to Greece did goe And tour's and strengths and touns did ouerthroe 26. And comeing to Achaia at the last King Phedro old his furie to with stand An armie did conuein wheiâ— whiâ—h he past And mett him on the bordours of the land But this proud Pagan with his multitude Gott victorie with too much Christiane blood 27. Twyce efter this the Paganes furious wrath Reuengd too well his ding sones deir blood Whole feftie thousand he did bring to death With fyftiene Princes of the royall brood Their King at last him self in Thebs inclos'd When Princes lords and commons all wer los'd 28. Whom Sigismund incompast round about With wrath with pryd with iniurie and wrong He swoor that citie sould not hold him out Tho 't wer as Troy as great a fair as strong But he wold mack irt equall with the plaine And theirof should no memorie remaine 29. But Phedro old his threatninges to preuent Fearing his wraâ—k his ruine and his fall Andromadan Embassadour he sent In Thessalie releif help ayde to call Andromodan a great Achaian lord Whome valour woorthe vertue much decoird Caput V. Argâ—ment PEenardo Prince of Thessalye Is heir vnto yow showne Whoe 's buried deids so long in graue Shall to the world be knowne Achaias great Embassadour Requyrs Thessaliaâ—e ayde The wich is granted and anone For warre prouisione made 1. INto the mightie land of Thessalye Their regn'd a King that Grodane heght to name By mightie force he conquerd Arabie Throw Greciane land so famous grew his fame Earthes terrour Europs tour and Africks woe Bulwark of freends and buriell of his foe 2. This Grodane had to wyfe a noble Dame That Sister wes vnto the Spanishe King Whoe 's lyfe gouernd with â—uch a spotles name Oâ—d fâ—me throw emptie aeâ— this song did sing Thâ—yâ—â— happie Prince of Iasons lyne that regn's And to the world an other Iason breng's 3. Those tuo wer lou'd with such a lust regarid She lou'd he feird she praisd and he renound The famous citie Eregon he reird And built the princelie Palace Pitemuond And their hi's royall court he intertain'd Million's of knights and Ladyes their remaind 4. He had no children but a Sone alone Whoe 's beautie and proportione of his face Bewrayd his royall Progenie anone His persone Princelye and his comelie grace Most rair most wyse most valorous most fair Most lou'd most loath'd still croc'd with Fortuns snaâ—â— 5. Penardo cald the obiect of disdain The skorne of loue the monument of lothe The mirrour of mischeif the map of paine The marck of daunger and the mold of wrath The Seat of sorrow and the tombe of care The winges of wrack the Burtio of dispair 6. Yet was he well traind vp in feart's of armes Tilt's turnayes and all war-lyk exercise Whoe 's braue vndanted Spright espyes no harmes Whoe 's mightie force his fame doeth eternize So lou'd of all and yet that all so feird him That Heaune and Earth Hell to much admird him 7. And had his grand-Syre Iason valorous Bein now alyue he hade not cron'd the Maine For that his dangling tresses pretious Surmunts the goldin fleece whiche he did gaine His looks his gesture and his countenance Would chaistest Phoebe moue to dalliance 8. Dame Nature followed him with sad laments Compleining of her treasurs emptie coffers Proportioune beautie vertues excrements Was left to her and cheirfullie she offers To quyt all those if he would proue so kynd To runder back perfections of they mynd 9. And yet sumtyme she stairing ' in his face Wold seeme to loue him wowing him with swyll'â— And proud of this her handie work whoe 's grace She swoir the glorye of the gods beguyl's And other whills complaining in a rage She lak'd materiall's for ensueing age 10. Which true did proue for Nature was vndone The earth was lost and mankynd was forlorne Th'ensewing ages monster 's prou'd too soone Some reasone wants some but proportione borne Some dum some deaf some blind some leam'd ar seene Some sensles witles strenghtles hartles bein 11. Now whill the Earthe was rap't with admiratione Of this fair youthe so muche admeir'd of all One contrarie remou'd the confirmatione He seem'd to haue of all that grace men call He that in loues despight him self had showen Yet lou'd at last and loath'd was ouerthrowen 12. For who can shunn his fortune or his fate All to loues liue tho' lyfe wer but a night Cear traueel woe with pleasure does debait Greif sorow paine with pastyme ioy delight The truest happimes one earthe remaine Wheir croce is
nighâ— Thow art the stay and ioy of his abyde The worlds lamp her lanterne and her light Of Gods elect the sacred flamme alone Kindled in heaune before his mercies thronâ— 3. The Nurse of true societie humane Piller of staitts and policies for aw Nor any els saue Tyrans the disdane For wheir thow art their is no neid of law Law is a second mein deuyed to be And serus for nought but their wheirs want of the. 4. Trew freind ship reulls desyre and the affects The hert the toung the mynd the will and all But lay the yock of justice on their necks For aw of punishment and fear of thrall They ar constraind their duetie for to doo Which freind ship wold most willinglie go too 5. Thus Amitie the sacred flamme has beine That fosters truethe to duetie geuing lyfe Whiâ—h in this following historie is sâ—ine By Grodane who had wrapt him self in stryfe In him true Amitie hade sole dominione Which gaue no place to wordlie base opinione 6. For lo his counsell wold this way proceid They could not thus procur so great a foe Except the King Heyre to Achai succeed Great fools ar they that threatning dangers knoe And rune but hope but help aduyse delay Headlongs to wrack to ruine to decay 7. This seem'd to grie with reasone but the King Who feard not caird not sought not gaine to craue True vertue glorye amitie did rigne In him who could not should not wold not leaue His freinds in strait in danger in distress His ayde they sought and they should find no less 8. Wheirat the legatts falling one their face Did weep for verie ioy before them all And reuerentlie againe they thank his grace And Thessaly for armes began to call The Kings will pleasure and command declar'd Bands legions troups squadrons wer prepar'd 9. Thus throgh the mightie land of Thessalye Theirs nothing hard but murther bloode and wear Such tumolts did aryss that presentlyeâ— All nighbour nationes gann his force to fear Fame fil their ears eune babling fame too nimble All feard his name and fearing all did tremble 10. So feard is Nilus proud and mightie raige That fertill Aegipts land does ouerfloe When by the hatcheing Crocadills presage They know how farr the Princelie stream will goe When ower his bancks he spreds his azure wings All faints all fears all flies the force he brings 11. Then while the floure of Thessally repaird Before Eregon on a pleasant plaine Whoe 's panting hearts appeald their pow're prepaird To gield their glistring armes with glorious gaine To wrath they yeild wrath them to warre commands Wrath arm'd their heart's their harts has arm'd their hands 12. This great and mightie armie was as much One horse and foote as feftie thousand strong Wheirof wer threttie thousand footemen such As any was all Christiandome among The horsemen all wer Princes Lords and Knights Great wonders wrought their valours streÌ„tghs mighâ— 13. In Thessaly and Aeneans did dwell Of all the Greicks those were the most renound In martiall featts of armes they did exeell Their pedegre from braue Achilles found Of those ten thousand to this warre was sent Most braue most stronge most fearce most valient 14. Those guardes the persone of this mightie King And called his Caualarie alwheir Thus well prouyded all of euerie thing This armie martch'd in goodlie ordour their And being come vnto the frontiers end Grodane his legat to the Datian send 15. Requiring him from such attemps to cease And let the Graecians brook their natiue soyle Restoiring back their cities and with peace Depart but trouble pillage pray or spoyle And be not proud of Fortuns plesant howres Whoe 's smyls ar mixt with frouns whoe 's sweitts with sorwes 16. Altho his Sone Prince Tropolance was slaine Him self too weell reueng'd his death before For he the Prince Phelarnon kild againe The law of armes prouyds reuenge no more Then should he not triumphe and tyrannize Thus in their fall their wrack their miseries 17. Eune as a staitlie ship her foes to urge Furth slyds vpon the restles rolling waw Imperiouslye she cutts the azure surge One Thetis back she ryds with galant shaw But when the angrie Seas begins to roare Waues beats her doune that beat the waues before 18. So hie vpone the tope of Fortuns wheell Must neids be throwne doune heidlongs at a bloe In pryd he said he wold make Grodane feell The force of datian arms before he goe Altho his Sone had els reuengd his death That kingdome skair slie could suffeice his wrath 19. And sure quod he if I had knowne the platt That Grodane made this warre to take in hand I wold haue keipt his glorie in foâ— that Yea and perhaps his furie still with stand For eune before the wallâ— of Eregone My armie ther in armour should haue shoone 20. Soone after those disdain full speeches past The armie martch'd sum tuentie leggs that so Thâ—y being neir to Phocis at the last Grodane direct'd ane herauld for to show By sound of tâ—umpet that he wild them yeild But they refuis'd wheirfore he man'd the feild 21. When he haid laid his seige vnto the citie His Skoutts brought in a Messinger in hast Who prayd his Maiestie to tak some pitie Vpon Bieotia that was lost almaist Tuo dayes ago they slew their garysone And maid reuolt frome wicked Sigismune 22. And lo of Transyluania the Prince Cald strong Phelaston comes to raze their wâ—ll And kill them selfs their Enfants but defence Leaueing no memorie of them at all This Prince indeid of all the Pagane camps Was most renound and feard for braue attempâ— 23. Of manly courage stout of body strong Bold was his hart and valorous his hand Crewell his mind enuyous full of wrong Disdaine pryde raige yea furie in him fand A duelling sitt and last to show him right Feareles of God cairles of hells despight 24. Wheirfore Penardo neids wold show him selâ— And falling one his kneis before his Syre Desyr'd that he might haue the chairge to quell The furie of that princelie Paganes ire His trembling voice pale face and fyrie breath Showes his true valour and his furious wrath 25. So does a gentle Lyon meik and myld For Princes pleasour team'd with teacher true If mou'd to raige and wrath he growes so wyld His wonted courage in his breist renew His taill he lifts a loft and â—uffs his heir Shoots surth his flamming toung pawes to teare 26. Loath was his father he should vndergoe So greatt a charge in these his tender yeirs Yet knowing courage did his breist ore floe In him strength might and valour weell appeirs Whoe 's sune of glorie can no cloud ow'r vaill Whoe 's day no night nor darknes may assayle 27 To him he gaue this great and mightie charge And with him sent three Princes stout and bold Whoe 's name fame praise worth valor shall at large Be showen aboue the notherne starr '
their fall By means vn sought or unrequeird at all 4. This brought Penardo out of Thessaly Fâ—om torment this fair virgine to releass So faites ordaind such was his desteny So heauns decreed her torment thus should ceass O mightie Ioue blesd be thy sacred name That so preuents sorseis temeids our shame 5. When they had brought this armour to the Prence They fitted him so weell on euerie paâ—t Aâ— if they had bene made for that pretence Who thus acouter'd with a loftie harte Lyâ—k Mars him self his countenance he baâ— That thundred furth blood victorie and war 6. This armour was with red vermilione rosd And spangled thick with starrs of Indian gold Whose cornert pointâ— with diamonds imbosd And syluer branches that the starrs vphold He goes they glance they shyne while as he sturd Of all hes praisd regairdâ—t loud admyrd 7. His hautie helmet guildet all with gold Whoe 's shynning brighâ—nes trembling terror bred Ow'r all his creist an Eggle did vnfold His goldim winges which proudlie ouerspred The shynning helme and wâ—th his tall ones wyde He seemd to tear the metall in his pryde 8. Vpone his downie cronne their stoode vpright A bunsh of plumes discolored diuerslie Spangled with spangs of gold and pearle whoe 's light Daizled the sight of the beholders eye Their shaddowes in the Eggls eyes did glance That seemd right glad of this their dalliance 9. So does a tall and loftie Cedar show That growes on top of mightie Parnass montane The myldest blast that Zephyrus can blow Maks all his leaues to tremble on the fontane Or Cynthia lyk in silent night that shawes Her beam's to daunce and glance one Thetis wawes 10. Of burnisht steill his glanceing sheild It shone The true presage of his ensewing dayes Wheir sat a lady on a crimsone throne A knight lay prostrat at her feitt who sayes Ah Fates your fearce Decree I surelie proue That keeps her hart from all the darts of loue 11. His mortall blad did semlie hing with hold Within a syluer sheath wrought curiouslie The hiltes wer of the fynnest burnisht gold Which pearle and saphyre stones did beautefie No metall nor enchantment could resist This murthring blade when euer his owner list 12. And armed thus he red vpon a steid Whoe 's pryd with pransing beatts the groneing ground And champing on his foamme bitt with dreid Wold seim with trampling noye the aer to wound By loftie volts and rauets showing still How glade he was t' obey his masters will 13. Who manag'd him so weell at wisht contents Wiâ—h turns and curbits heir and their remoues And when he slakt the rayns his loftie sprents Wold â—kaiâ—slie tipp the trembling earth with houes And glad of such a Maister matchles rare With swift impetuos speid wold peirce the aer 14. Off was his helme his amorous face and eyes Lyke Hesper shynd amongst the lesser lights His countenance still pâ—omest victories Fair smyling sweitt and pleasant in their sights A light but fyre a haâ—t but fear or dreid A lamp vnqueinshd a mynd vnconquered 15. Then loue him self more sweit his countenance Wheir grace â—ay hid in glanceing beauties lap Still sending with each smyle each look each glance A thousand amours that the senses rap With all delight at last he breathed forthe True valour vertue wonder glorie woâ—the 16. Braue Bretherine and Campanions all in wear Remember your Forefathers loftie feat's Our sweit Thessalian soyle did only bear Those mightie mynds that all the earth abaits Our natione with our Iason left their soyle To gaine the glorie of the goolden spoyle 17. What brauer spreits in Greece then hath be in ours What greatter glorie then our countrey wan What manlie mynds and mightie Conquerour's But we may claime ay since the world began Yea if we look our lyns discents and bloods Wei'll shame to flie from worlds of multituds 18. 〈◊〉 leaue we honor fame discent and blood Remember onlie whom with all we deall With Pag'anes spoylars of the christian Good The antient foes of Greece we must assayle Nay foes I shame to call them not but Theues On robrie theft spoyle prey pillage leeues 19. Their Captane strong Phelaston strong I know Tho cald so stout so strong so fearce in fight Tho Persians Syrans and Arabiams too He foyls yet hes not feltt the Gâ—aecian might Those naked bare vnarmmed fear maks fall Bot hautie Greeks surpas them him all 20. Great victorie hy this braue feght shall come The daunger nothing and the labour small Some fearfull strengthles hairtles mightles some Before our face they fear they flie they fall What neid we mor bat kill tak stay and chace Enuy stryf discord throw them flies a pace 21. Whereat the armie gaue a ioyfull cry And willinglie they rank them selfs the whyle Their Captanes and commanders ioyfullie Did cheere them vp with the reward of spoyle Ther breists ar sweld with conquest courage wrath The roaring trumpet's sounds blood warr death 22. The Prince his battells ordored in this sort By Mandadorus was rhe vnegaird led To whom tuo thousand fotemen did rosurt Of Aneans a thousand horse he had Who looks lyk hungrie Lyons whill they go That wrath warre blood veangeaÌ„ce doeth foreshow 23. Phenabon prince of Thays the reirward had Equall in nombre wepins arm 's devyce Belmondo duike of Toropeia led The batall great that was as mony twyce All those for warre wer borne in warre they floorisht In trauells great great paine great danger nurisht 24. The Ptince him self wold not in batteil stand But with tuo thousand mightie men of armes Would geue supplie wheir any want he fand And with fresh ayde would still reuenge their harmes Whille as he said Braue Brotherin let me sie That if they fle thei'r slaine if feght they die 25. Now by this tyme the Prince Phelaston had Hrs armie wee l in battel ranck arayed And with new hope their fanting harts he fed That nothing now but eourage in them stay it His venegaird was fyue thousand at the least Led by a migtie Pagane Alphorest 26. Lagone the reirwaird led a Pagane good Wheir was fyue thousand bold strong hardy stout And with him self the greattest battel stood Ten thousand strong but fear but care but doubt Thus martching both they joune the trumpetts sounds At whoe 's hudge noyes both heauen'e eaâ—th redouÌ„ds 27. Lyke to the blasts of boystrous Boreas Thâ—t hurl's wâ—th haistie wings from hiest heau'ne With thundring royes and threatning glorious To shâ—k the Earths fundatione fondlye dreven Blasting the heauens ' that back redounds his bloweâ— Beatting ' the earth and billowing Seas that showeâ— 28. With swelling waues to soare in loftie skyeâ— Disdaining the gouernement he keip's Thath causeth all their wâ—trie empyr's ryes From silent moueing in the lowest deip's Raising hudge mont's one Neptun's azure plaine In foamie drops he throuws them doune againe 29. And vp agane through aerie waults from sea 's His bloustring
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
yow did mounâ— Lo now this day she offers for to croune yow And mak the world yea heav'ne it self renoun yow 13. For Honors croune so precious is that nought Within the ten fold orbs of heau'ne remains Compaird to it the whiche has ay bein sought And for it all the world has tane suche pains From age to age from tyme to tyme we sie All sues for Honour glorie dignitie 14. For eu'ne the basest sort will not refuse Paine trauell danger yea nor death at length For it whill as the brauer mynds do chuse With hazards great to win that glorious strength So did the Macedonian bold and stout That victor went the solid glob throughout 15. Still carles he still fearles did he venter Perswadit still to win and neuer to lose No thought of lose into his mynd could enter Such was his courage gainst his fainting foes By hazards Foâ—tun thus hir walth dispons For hope bred Hap and Honor both at ' on s 16. Who gainst great Darius Monarch of the east Twyce fought and yet not thryce our number past Four hundreth thousand Perscans at the last Encounterd him yet wan he first and last But you may say they wer the Greeks that wan Ar we not Greeks as well as they wer than 17. Yes we' ar Greeks Honor for ws preserus The croune he took such trauell to obtaine Tuyce was he proued wheir to his courage sernâ— Vs also twyce the thrid dâ—es yit remains The which she keips that we may win the croune With al his fame his glorie his renoune 18. Then deirest freinds considder what we do And who we ar of whom we ar discendit To win the croune we ventred haue to far If lyf in death honor in shame be endit This jemme this croun this garland yow should haue Shall those weak feble faint from yow bereaue 19. No no but let vs ayme at Honor euer Base fear dar not assayle a mightie mynd Let honest shame ws guide and let vs neuer Care for this lyfe once we must die by kynd A noble hart has only to his lot To fear for nothing bot dishonors blot 20. The happiest Prince that ou'r a Natione regnâ—â— Is he whoe 's people standeth more in aw Of filthie shame or of dishonors stings Then of the streittest or seuerest law Then let me haue that happie Prince his statioâ— And let you be that euer happie Natione 21. Nether deir Bretherien do as I haue sayde Bot also as my deids shall after show Before your eyes instructioune haue I layde And next myne owne example shall ye know As He who by your valours must obtain The greattest glorie that on erth remain 22. Then galents show your selfs true Greeks in weaâ— And onlie ask wheir is your Enemis True Greecians disd aâ—â—e for to inqueir What numbre or what multitude they be For in their multitude their Hope remains Bot truest valour victorie obtains 23. With those his words his face did shyne so cleir That conquest flow'd in streams from his fair eyes And on his louely forheid did appeit Grace valours woorth triumphant victorie Yea from his lookâ— as from a Dyamont stone Come victorie that sparkled ganc't shone 24. And then this litle handfull did beginne Whith cheirfull shouts for batel new to call So willing wer they honor for to win That eu'ne the lam'd and deidly woundit all From camp from tent from trinshes came to proue If sicht of deidle wounds reweinge could muoe 25. And such as might for battel did prepair Others that wanted legges and armes did crye Reuenge our blood whill as their wounds they tear That their hote blood the armie might espy Whoe 's harts whith angrie wo began to swell All swearing to reuenge or die withall 26. The gallant Prince Penardo did reiois To sie their willing minds And thus he sayde Eune with a cheiâ—full and couragious voice Greeks ar not borne quod he to be affrayde Thessalians can feir nothing at all While thei 'r on earth except the Heaun's doun fall 27. Eu'ne as the Lyone when he seis his foe Dath raise his taill and beat him self so sore Till kendling wruth his breist does ouer floe And then his couragie hot begins to rore At whoe 's dreid noyes all beasts with trembling fears His pray with pawes he crushes rents and tears 28. Eu'ne so Penardo in his princelie mynd Wold neids accuse him self of dastard fear Which so inflam'd his courage stout by kynd The Lyons braue example he wold bear He feghts he stricks he turns to eu'ry hand He wounds he kills who ewet did him whth stand 29. And thus his back his glistring armour fair He showes his souldiours his foes his face Which was the harangue he could best prepair Wheir by he sharps their courage whith sueh grace That roaring trumpet's sounds whith dreidfull feaâ— And thunders furth death murther blood wear 30. Their mettings terrible on both the sydes Their salutatione was a warre-lyk noyes Of snow whyt lances whill their mightie guyds Hade dy't their whyâ— in blood lyk crimsone rose Others in flinders flie to tear the skyes Becaus on earth they mist their enterpryse 31. Their nothing hard but clashing armour still Crushing of staues and justling bodies loe That sharpest swords resounding bloes did kill Whose harsh and iarring musick mad a show As beautified with greislines of wound 's With shours with cryes with grones with ghostlie sounds 32 Their horses died beâ—eth their Maisters dâ—ing And some that in their lyfe their Maisters buir In death wer borne by them their others flying To seâ—k some ryders that wold sit more suâ—e Their some with agoâ—eising death that stâ—yue Tears vp the eaâ—th entoumbs them selfs alyue 33. And yet no sword did pay to Plutos croune Of Paganes soull's so large a tribut still As did Penardos brand who sending doune Lâ—gions that emptie kingdome â—or to fill His wrath his raige his anger cost theme deir Death on his sword most vglie did appeir 34. Those warlyk Aeneans of Thessaly Wold merâ—hants pâ—oue to sell their lyues and all Yea sure tâ—e Paganes thought their merchandrie So deir aâ— all their vantage was bot small For fyue to one thâ—y pay whill as they sie A Squadron fresh appeir into their eye 35. They seemd aboue fyue thousand to appeir That all Achaians wer of courâ—ge braw Who of the former victorie did heir For which to rendâ—r â—hank them selfs they shaw Andromodane leâ— fuâ—the those troups so long Stout hardy bold aduenterous and strong 36. The Aeneans their rancks wer now bot thinne Till this new force their courage did renew And as they wer but new for to beginne A freshe assault they gaue wherein they shew Thaâ— they from braue Achilles wer discendit Who was so much throughout the world commendit 37. The Datians their ground begane to lose Whil Sigismund preuenting when he saw Sent Dinâ—mon that brother germane was Vnto that vmqhile Prince Phelaston braw And
all the rest did fear And now th' aduantage of his back they watcht He stricks he wards he taks he turn's he payes Behind before and round about him layes 63. Euphrastes much admeird his val'rours deids And knew him for Vrsides câ—use of deathe Wheirfore he foâ—ward vnto him proceids And said leâ—ue of Siâ— Knight and turne thy wrath Gainst him who better can abyde thy stâ—ength And for thy deids shall chasties thee at length 64. Indeid Euphrastes was a gallant Knight Who nere before encountred wiâ—h a foe But â—hese whom still he vanquesâ— in â—he fight With foyle sâ—ame death and euerlesting woe Now breathd he wraâ—h warre vengeance furth lyke smook But braue Penardo fâ—om a Pagane took 65. A stronge and mightie launce into his hand Wheir with so searce enconter did he mak That neâ—heâ— sheild nor armour could with stand Till the steill head appeird behind his bak Now fell he to the ground alreddie ded Whoe 's name to all the east great terrour bred 66. The Paganes feir'd and woundred much to sie That Prince in whom their greattest hope did ly By this one Knight so ouerthrowne to be Wheirfore in great dispaiâ—e and rage they cry Ah Gods iniust how long will yow delay With lightning from the heaun's this Knight to slay 67. Thus running on him mad with furie beats In euery part and thought with bloes to end him Bâ—t he who litle feard of all â—heir thâ—eats With such a woundrous valour did defend him That they assaill in vaine and mak a choise In seiking of his lyfe their owne to lose 68. The tribute of his wrath them deirlie cost For all the ground their bodies deid did fill So that it seemd in all this mightie host Their wer not men anew for him to kill At last he came wheir Sigismund abad Wheir threttie thowsand Knights on horsebak rad 69. And their one blow he did not spend in vaine At euerie stroak he send a soule to Hell And still their places being sild againe He serud them all alyk with deing baill When as by Sigismund he was espyde Who send a Squadrone fresh to quell his pryde 70. And thâ—â— with long sharpe launces all these bands Bore him and horse and all vnto the ground Yea surelie he had ou'r-schapd their hands But that this purest remainder him found Tho hurt and dâ—iâ—lie wounded still they feght Led by that Prince that Mandadorus heght 71. Whoe 's woundrous feits I did too long forget Four valiant Pagans slew he hand to hand At last with Sigismund him self he mett Who of his mightie prowes suirlie fand He bett him to the ground with might maine With strength woorth valour victorie disdaine 72 But when he seis the Prince he neids wold act The laistest pairt of this sad tragoedie His mangled band still following on his tract Wheir as the Prince defends him valiantlie Oft bet to ground yet still in feght proceids Strange was his valour wonderfull his deids 73. Thus while he fought expecting nocht but death This band wold die and by their death releiuie him Showing such valour in their deing wrath They flie they fall they die that first drew neir him And Mandador from his owne horse did light Horsing the Prince with valour strength and might 74. While this small handfull held them altogetheâ— They red vnto them selfs a spations roume But still fresh bands of men resorting thither Left them their armour for their brauest toumbe Yet fame their Trophees eterneiz'd with ioye Which tyme nor death nor hell could not destroy 75. But Mandodorus that one foote did rest Who to his Prinee had lent his horse before Whas with the multitude so sore opprest That he to deathe his tribut does restor Thryce happie he who bought whith deaths expeâ—â— From death his Lord his leadder and his Prince 76. By this a mightie armie drawing neir Their speedie pace presaigd a sharpe reuenge Whille as the Datians harts begane to feir Els wearied with their battell past so strange Recuilling back with feir fall flight and death But they persue with rage blood murther wrath 77. This was king Grodane and his mightie host Who raizing Phocis walls was come to ayde His sone but scing all his armie lost Amaiz'd he gaiz'd astonisht wheir he red The act incredible the murther strainge Wheir valour stroaue with Fortun chance chaingâ— 78. Then brunt with greif wo sorow wraith ire Reueinge from wo and pitie did redoune Swelling aboue the bancks of his desyâ—e And send vp floods of tears his eyes to droune So brooks ore flowes their banks with late falne raine The brook a riuer riuer growes a maine 79. Reuenge reuenge ah deir reuenge ah care Care stopt his breath with greif rage anger woâ— This hâ—rang so did sharp their mynd's to wear All cryd reuenge reuenge the trumpets blow Theâ—r foes that flies they kill chace slay not tak Till night her friends wrapt in her mantle black 80. Yet still reuenge and kill the armie calls Blood blood kill kill â—eueâ—ge reuenge we most Whill tuentie thousand dead bofore them falls The king that feird his only Sone was lost Caus'd sound â—etreat sadlie now he murns When lo Penardo fâ—ome the chace returnâ— 81. And falling one his kneis before his Syre He craues him pardone for this gâ—eat mischeif His willingneâ— for honor to aspyre Had bene the eaus of all their greattest greif Of fourtein thousand which he broâ—ght away Their was not tuentie left alyue that day 82. Wheirof the King was wofull when he hard But glaid his onlie Sone deid liue and lo His ioyfulnes his sorow quyt debard He was desyrous all the trouth to know Which when he heirs of all â—hat doâ—s pâ—oceid He thinkst a bloodie victorie indeid 83. He causd to searche the feild wheir as he found Andromodane and Mandador the fair Belmundo and Phenabon whom entoumbd He causd to be in gloâ—ious sepulchair Those lyns insert their fame to testifie To aige to tyme to endles memoâ—ie The Epitaphe of Mandadorus HEir Mandadorus lyes Of Meson vnqhill Prince That left his natiue soyle to feght In Greciance defence Of braue Achilies stok He haid his Pedegrie The cheifest of the Aeneans That duelt in Thessaly Of suche a mightie mynd And suche a trustie faeith That willinglie he pay'd the ran Soune of his Princes death The Epitaphe of Andromadan Heir lyes Andromadane The braue Aehaian loe That payd his lyif for tribut of His countrey to his foe The Epitaphe of Belmundo HEir lyes Belmundo fair Whoe 's honorable Name Is left in cronicles of Tyme To eternize his Fame A Greciane true he wâ—s And died in Greece defence Of Thâ—ssaly ane Aneane Of Toropeya Prince So famous for his woorth And woorthie for his works That Tyme and fame in memorie And glorie him inbarks The Epitaphe of Phenabon HEir does Phenabon ly That thâ—yce renouned Lord Of Thay's that Paganes mighteliâ— Disdain't defy 't abhorde Who diet in
her fo so fair Whose messinger was cled in crimsone reid Hurling his fyrie beam's throw glomie aer Melting the clouds in liquid drops that fall Moystninge the thristie pearched earth with all 21. The royall Knight right ioyfull of the day That he might bring to end his tedious task When to the pillâ—r whair the armour lay Whene Titan did his shyning face vnmask He saw a goldin image which did hold A table of black Iasp al wreit in gold 22. And towards him the table poynting was The which How soone his arme did rais aloft The image leâ—'t it with his hand furth pas Vewing the courious workmanship so oft The lyn's he red which shaddowith all deceat Mischeif dath discord furie wraith debait VOlcane this fair and goodly armour wrought Whiche Venus to her Sone Aneas brought Whoe 's vertue frome all tempting tounge defends And Hope and courage to she hairt it sends With vigoraus strenth it does the bodie seid And vanquisheth the Enemie with dreid Who wears the same shall victor still remaine And still his hairts desyre he shall obtaine Inchantment strong or ony secreit traine Of subtile Foes shall alwayes proue in vaine No humane strenthe can this enchantment end Except the Trojanes armour him defend 23. Sure quod the Prince this is a rair devyce That no deceat nor dainger can assaill True valour sould be compted bot a vyce If this wer true the coward should prevaill Then falset crueltie and all deceat Should trueth woorth valour vertue all abait 24. Falset should banishe purest trueth to hell And wicked wrong all right should ouerthraw Folie should wisdome leid as slaue to Sell And manly mynds of fazards stand in aw Of humane kynd then to preuent the fall This euill of euills I 'le cut in peices smal 25. He cutt's the armour which al 's soft as brasse He finds and knew it was bot to entâ—ape Him in a snair bot Fates ordaind his glasse To â—â—ne his howâ—es of lyfe in Fortuns lape For lo suche deu'lish strenâ—h the armes retaind As in the shirt of Hercules remaind 26. And sure too great mischeif should haue betyde If one him self this armour he receau'd For first the tapâ—e he must lay a syde Wheir with Laissa's lyfe hade bene bereau'd And also him with furie raige and wraith Paine soâ—ow cair and greif had brought to death 27. But Fortune smyld her looks wer gratious And suffred not frost storme haill cold or raine A flour so young so fair so pratious With death decay or dolour â—oo be slaine But ridd of this he searching fand a none Ane â—rone doore with this inscriptione That dreidfull Dragone heir within does ly That fosters still the fyre of Lechery Wherin tuo Princes ar tormented still And can not be remou'd frome thence vntill A Knight shall come whoe 's chastetie is suche And whoe 's good Fortune fauours him so muche AS can not be by aine meins entys'd To fall into the snairs for him deuys'd He first must lay his sword sheilld a syd Then vnto him the doore shall oppin wyd Syne proue by strength the weapens for to win That does the Princes wounds remane within Wheirwith he must ow'r cum the dragon fearce Then shall the torments of the Princes cease 28. This deuelish dragone was ane feind of Hell Bred first in floods of fyâ—ie Phlegitone In whom the fyre of birning lust did dwell Which sho broght furth from darkest Acheronâ— And being bred of such infernall broode She leui'd on fyre in darknes was her foode 29. This lustfull fyre throgh all the world she send Wheirwith she hade infâ—ct the greattest pairt Who lyk vnto their mother does intend In darknes for to quensh their burning smairt There help they find but no releif at all Till for their mother they haue searchd ' in hell 30. Whom Mansay by his airt had brought from thence Vnto this place these Princes to torment Whose lustfull fyre had bred their owne offence And first vnto their ruine gaue consent But loath he was hes sword to lay a pairt Which brought his foes to woe to death and smairt 31. â—it seing no releefe he layes a syde His sword and sheild and fearles fordwart goes When presentlie thâ— doore brust oppine wyde And their a fearfull sighâ— vnto him shoes A burning caue that thâ—ows owt flamms of fyre Which from a dragones mouth did still retyre 32. Eune as the dâ—eidfull Salamander liues Amid the fyre while one the fyâ—e she feids The fyre her braiâ—h her lyfe her essence geues But fyâ—e she dies in fyâ—e she leues and breids Eune so this feind in smook and flamms so bright Did burn and shyn and glance and sparkle light 33. In throgh these flamm's he saw these Princes lay'd On burning beds of steill lyk furies fel Wheir hell thay curst and heaune they did obbraid With many fearfull cry and wofull yell To sie such galant Princes so tormented With tears into his eyes he thus lamented 34. Ah harmeles Soullâ— so pynd curs'd be the tyme That Mansayes crewell arte deuysd such pains His punishment is more then is your cryme Ah how iniustlie heir he yow detains Your harme done to your self your cryme your owne To him no spight nor malice had yow showne 35. Ah cursed by that Zoroastes old That first devysd deip incantatioune Of magick arte whose spells oft being told Brings vp that foule infernall natione The man whoe 's witt does search furth such ane euill Is foe to man and freind vnto ye Deuill 36. Ah mightie Ioue that does permit such wrongs And does behold thy creaturs thus pynd Revenge vnto thy glorious self belongs Mercie thow grantes to a repenting mynd Ah for thy glories saik in mercie grant Thow by my hand this feind infernall dant 37. Nether could fear of terrour yeilding fyre Nor world deuoiring monstre him effray Nor daunt his dauntles hairt that does aspyre Throw daunger for to gaine great glories pray This sayd he fwiftly to the monstre hyed Feir terrour dreid and daunger he defyed 38. The monstre now with flamming tounge drew neir With deathe or lustfull heat him to inflamme But these her flamms did not on him appeir Nor could he be molested be the same She seith that her hoate consumeing fyre Could not inflamme his spotles chaist desyre 39. Straight did caste furth a dark black foggie smook Which with the flamme made this a secound hell Fixt on the Prince her burning eyes did look Clâ—pping her yrone wings and dreidfull taill In fixed in this taill wer stings anew The Prince the Knight the Champione to persue 40. These stings if thay be fix'd the fleshe within Does it infect with filthie lustfull fyre Of venamous and poysonable sine And appetites inquenshable desyre Woâ—king throw all the vains till boyling heat Makes them the heaune yea God him self forgett 41. Into her tounge ar also stings infixt Whoe poysone breideth sensuall delight Which with a gluttonus desyre
more to smairt For this my fault my iniurie my mis Curs'd by the spâ—eitt that me deceaued twyce With visions dreams temptatioune fantasyes 20. Curs'd be the tyme I put this armour on Curs'd be the toung that me their to intys'd Curs'd be the hands that fram'd the same alone Curs'd be the witt that armour first deuys'd Curs'd be the spreitts the feinds the furies fell That built this house of shame of death of hell 21. And with the word his birning eyes did roll And shoot furth fearfull flamms sparkling fyre Dispight raige furie madnes did controle Witt reasone shamefast modesties desyre Wyldlie he lookd he staird he gaizd about Raige hade his witt and reason quyt put out 22. Then of his helme and armour did he teir Which in his furious raige he threw away Quod he I am not woorthie airm's to beir If this be all my conquest all my prey Of simple mayds the blameles lyfe to tack Heaune earth yea hell it self abhors the fact 23 Let brightest heaunes a sable hew vnfold Let grasse and hearbes be withert wheir I goe Let Sunne and Moone in duskie clouds be rold Loathing to shyne shameing my faults to shoe Which sould be wrapt in black eternall night In hell in paine in horrour and despight 24. Thus from the toumb he goes fuâ—th throw the plaine And wanders far and wounders at him sell He seiks the flamming rok but all in vaine That led him first vnto that feild of hell Their to gett out but none saue Mansay knew That fearfull caue and his infernall crew 25. This valley's walld about by Natures airt With mightie craiges steip rocks and montanes hiâ— Except the caue their is no entring pairt Which by that flamming fyre defendit bee Their set by Mansayes art but now the Prence The craigs rocks montans climbs flieth thence 26. While this braue youth torments his mightie mynd With wo diâ—pair cair sorow greif and paine A marble rock his roling eyes out fynd Wheir in he sies a glaunceing sword remaine The sword half in the rock a sheild besydâ— And vnderneth sum verses he espyid 27. But in his furie he disdaind to reid Which efter was the caus of all his greif For from these verses did his health proceid His hope his hape his ioy and his releif Yet from the rock the sword sheild he taks The which he cutts he beats he bowes he breaks 28. This was his sword and sheild which he did leaue Behind when Lechers birning foâ—te he wane No weapins now he cairs nor none did craue He goeâ— he knowes not why nor wheir nor when Nor stands nor sits nor reâ—ts in any place Till Phoebus tuyce had sunck tuyce showne his face 29. At last he comes vnto thâ—t rollâ—ng floode Heght Danubie whoe 's tumbling billowes roir His murmring streams in heaps â—yik montanes shood To shoulder from his place â—he craggie shoir Discharging Surges throw the clifted rocks With thundring noyes the fearfull crage he Shokâ— 30. Eune as that mightie yrone ingyne strong His bellie being fild with â—ulphuâ—e broune Casts furth a flamming smookie cloud along With fyrie balls that touns and towâ—'s thâ—ow doune And fills the aer with noyes of roaring thunder The heauns with lightning the earth with woundes 31. Eune so this mightie flood with hiddeous swye Of surges gâ—eat beats doune his brokiâ— shoirs And ow'â— the fertill land doeâ— swiftlie flie His sounding streams throw humid aer that roirs Heir stayd the Prince and heir heiâ— forc'd to stand Till he espyes vpon the syluer strand 32. A litle bairge that fleitted nigh the place The which a Damosell a lone did gâ—yde Bright waâ— heâ— colour loueâ—ie was he face But sorowfull her couâ—tenâ—nce he spyde Leauing her barck she quikâ—y to him drew And sighing sayd those â—ynes whâ—â—h â—oeth Insew 33. Ah vofull miser wretched cre'ture I Wo Paine and death greif sorow caÃr I find Long haue I gone long sought sum Knight to try Yet nere the neirer to my iourneyes end Ah my poore Lady dies for paine greif Ow'r cum but caus and vanquisht but releif 34. Altho the Prence was full of woe and cair Yet for to heir of Lâ—dies one throw Did his old paine the sorow he gott air Reneue augment Inceâ—ss and caus ouerflow So doe grein wounds their bâ—eidding stensht gone The mynd once vexd againe they ryue anone 35. And thus he said fair Lady if you please The caus of this yoâ—r greif â— pray you show To greâ—f in tâ—ubled mynds it iâ— ane ease The same t'vnfoâ—d or pairtners foâ— to know Wroâ—gs blaizd abroade will seeldom â—kaipe reproofe On gaind sum hope sum confort sum releif 36. Fair sir quod she my wrong my hope is done Wrong past releif and hope is turnd dispair And thogh of ayde my comfort al is gone Yet I le vnfold a verie world of cair Tears stop'd her braith such cunning could she framâ— Now reid now pale her coloâ—e went and came 37. Thus silent did the Lady stay a whyle And sigh'd and grond at last from craftie mynd She breath'd a souggred lye a craftie guyle A fals deceat sprung of malicious kynd Yet could she weell dissemble her fayned feirs With bashfull blushe with grones with sighes tearâ— 38. And thus begane In Transalpina fair Their regn'd a Prince that bold Euphrastes heght Who went with Datians to that luckles warre Of Greece their slaine by proud Thessaliane might He left no Heyre his sceptour for to hald But his fair wyfe the fair Philena cald 39. So young so wyse so verteous and so fair All Regiouns fiâ—d wer with her glorious fame So excellent in all perfectiones rair That Monarches Kings and Prences swed the dame And wow'd her sought her loud her yet still fynd That none could proue or moue or match her mynd 40. At last fame singes her beautie sounds her worthe In th' ears of Antiochs braue Prince anone The round the sad and solide globe sought furthe Apollo shynd not on a brauer one His might his strength his woorth his val'rous deidâ— Alâ—menas fearce vnconquered Sone exceids 41. Fame kendled so this Prince with hote desyre Which to Philaenas loue did him prouock That nather could he eeas nor quenshe the fyre Which death ordaind both loue and lyfe to chocâ— But to our court he come ane errant Knight And saw her fair and feing loud the fight 42. He serud her long and by his valour wrought Deids of great wounder woorthe eternall fame And for his due rewaird of her he sought Her loue her fauour maryage was his ayme She no les brunt with loues consumeing fyre Yeilds to his sute consents to his desyre 43. At last that day cursd day wnhappie yeir When loues vnsein delight and beauties treasure The fortres which all wemen holds most deir She should haue randred he receaud with pleasure Eune that same day with streÌ„gth with might stryfe She is carred thence and
stout Bramaran he chance to kill Eune heir will I inveit him for to rest Then fitts the tyme then must I work my will Then to my wishe shall my reuenge be best Loath wold I be that any should bereaue The lyfe I should I wold and I must haue 39. This spak the Dame all that her heirs still weining That she decreit by death to work his smairt But subtile wemens words hes double meining Each blow that he receaues lights on her hairâ— Oft lookd she doune oft victorie she prayd him And with her looks her hairt flies furthe to ayd him 40. And all this tyme still equall stoode the fight The gyants bloes could neuer do him harme He was so agill nimble quick and light At last he lighted on the Gyants airme Wher his left shoulder band it to his back Which with his club lyke Hercules he brack 41. Wheirat proud Bramarano raiging more Cursd all the Gods and cursd heighe he auns aboue In vaine his blowes in vaine his masse he boir In vaine his force his strength his might to proue Wheirfore in raige his masse away he flong And drawes a curtlax keine sharpe heauie long 42. Wheirwith he fearslie did assayle the Prence Vniting force strength furie raige and wraith Now gainst his thundring blowes was no defence He geues not Prince Peâ—ardo leaue to braith For now his club was no defence at al The Gyant cuts the same in peices smal 43. Nere was the Prince in daunger vntill now Now lytle could his lightnes him defend He geues him wound on wound and blow on blow Wheirfrom the blood in purple streams discend So does a fontane made with arte and cunning His streams in sundre oppin pairts furth running 44. Greats shouts and clamours from the castell came Wheirwith that wicked crew expresse their ioye But cheiflie Arebo who sayde Madame Our skill our wit our flight no more employ Ours is the day the feght the victorie His be the fall the wrak the in famie 45. Ah quod the Queene it much torments my mynd That Bramarano liues if he should die My loue my self my mariage I assyng'd To him and deathe ye know it wer to me Him for to wed which he wil haue perforce Ah deir reuenge ah lait too lait remorce 46. Ah heauns I wishe yone crewel Knight alyue Till my reuenge my self should vndertake If he the Gyaunt of his lyfe depryue Eune him my thrall and bund slaue wold I mak No more for greif and sorow could she say Her tears her sighes her grones the rest bewray 47. But she disguysd her loue with showes of hate Altho for loue she trâ—mble pant and quaikt These words againe did to her self repeat Eune him my thrall and bond slaue wold I makâ— But o sweit loue should be his prisone good My airms should be his bands my lips his foode 48. And thus did she this doubt sume feght attend With torment fear care sorow greif and paine For eurie drop of blood the Prince did spendâ— Her hairt a sighe her eyes a teare furth straine Still when the Gyanâ— stricks she starts she cryeâ— The wounds impressione in her bosome lyes 49. Amaizement greif and sorow mixt with dout Her change of hewes her thoughts confusioune showes Cold was her blood within but hote without Trew witnes that her hairt her torment knowes Now reid now paile now pale now reid agane Her loue bred fear fear greif greif bred paine 50. Hard was the stait wheirin Penardo stood His club now gone long deip and wyde each wound From whenc flou'd riuers of his purple blood Which dyed in sanguein all the flourie ground With weknes now he wearies and he faintâ— His agill leaps and nimble quicknes wants 51. Oft sought he with the gyant for to close Aâ— tho his wounds his strength lyfe did waist But all in vaine his trauell did he loose Such was the gyants wraith hâ—s raige his haist That him now heir now their now out now in He foâ—cd about the field for to rine 52. At last he stumbled on the yrone masse Wheirof as then great neid great help he fand That he it got the Prince right ioyfull was Now strength reneu'd into hiâ— strengthles hand Reuenge bred ire wraith furie raige and might Wheirwith againe he did renew the fight 53. Feirslie he faught but feble was his strengthe His might his slâ—ght his cunninge all was gone And onlie wratth manteind the feght at lengthe The gyaunt breathles brusd with blowes alone At last eache one so neir to vther drew That breist to breist and airme to airme they threw 54. Blood moud the Prence a dreid reuenge to tak Shame moud the werie Gyaunt vnto wraith Shame gainst reuenge reuenge gainst shame does wrake Their ire their will their veangeaunce vnto deathe Thryce stroaue the gyaunt in his armes to fold The Prince but his left airme refusd his hold 55. Which great eduantage did the Prince espy And in his armes the gyant stronglie greips Whill both their feble forces thus they try Sad night with sable wings their deids eclip's Whill as her daughter darknes their resorts To guyde the gyaunts soule to Plutos port's 56. Thryce gir't the Prince the Gyant in his armes And thryce againe he 's forc'd to let him go With deip and deidlie wounds the gyant harm 's The back the leggs the theighs of his strong foe By on vnarm'd so ouercum to be He loath'd he scorn'd and he disdain'd to die 57. Thus strugling long at last to ground they paâ— Of fallis the Gyants helme the Prince up flies And quicklie with that mightie irone masse Beats furth his brains with his brains his eyes Thus bold disdainfull fearce prow'd full of wraith He yeelds his soule to hell his lyfe to death 58. The Prince gaue Ioue his prase his thanks his right But yet this bluddie conquest hade so muâ—he Febled his strenght his ualour his might Tyrd wer his trembling legges his waiknes suche He falls at last no differ could ye kno Betuixt the victor and his vanqueist foe 59. The Queene Philena fair who all this whyle Hade wee l remark'd the valour of the Prince Cheird vp her wofull looks and with a smyle She haisted doune to bring Penardo thence Whom when she sawly pale cold bloodles dead She grou'nd she sigh'd she sank doune at his head 60. This sight amaz'd her seruants much but more It troubled Arebo the trueth to fynde At last his science airte and magik loir Reueild to him the secreit of her mynd Wheirfore with cair greif sorow wo wounde He fear 's least deathe pairt lyfe loue assunder 61. Altho eun'e to the deathe he haits the Prince Yet for Philenas cause for him did cair And softlie caus'd them bothe be caâ—ied thence Vp to the rock and lay'd in chambers fair Wheir soone he bâ—ought by skill arte craftingyne His lyfe his senses and releif from pyne 62. When lyfe
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
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