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
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
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