is mixt Wallowing in pleasure plungd in eternall night Of all foâ—getfullnes and idle slouth And sklaueth man to pleas his daintie mouth 42. For drounkinnes and gluttonnie alone Drawes efâ—eâ— them a thousand filthie sines Greif anger loue extremitie anone And birning lust thâ—oughe all the bodie rins That memorie and vnderstanding quyt Extinguisht ar with lecheryes delyt 43. It maks a dulnes ow'r the mynd to creip A monstâ—e maks the bodie fatt with rest And reassone thus it luâ—leth sound a sleep Thus man does differ nothing from a beast These bates in the begining sweitlie moue But in the end a Cocatrice thay proue 44. This monstre these her stinges infecting heat In mortall mynds infixeth but releif And howked once allurde with poyson'd baitt She drawes them heidlong vnto all mischeif At last to deathe and hells eternall paine From which all hope of blis'd releiffs in vane 45. None of these stings could in the Prince haue place With them she him â—ssayls but all in vane Wheirfore she fearcelie fordwart flies a pace Ayming with tearing pawes him to haue slaine And being now heigh rais'd aboue the ground She beats him with her mightie force a sound 46. And ayming for to crush him vnto death In her sharpe pawes she taks him gredilie But he who waâ— not wholâ—â—e void of breath Her by the goâ—geâ— gripeth speedilie And had th' enchanted tapre beine a syde She new'r had gone from thence in hell t'abyde 47. But yet altho he had no hand but one Her greislie gorge so stronglie did he grip That she was forc'd to ryis and with a grone Her hold about his bodie to let slip She roar'd she yeld she brayt she billow't lowd So does the lyons bulls boars coursers prowd 48. This monsters mouthe lyk to a golfe appeirs And their she thinks him quick for to entomb A filthie smook she throwes befoâ—e his eyes Which forc'd him breathles for to leaue that roume And farther throw the flamms to seek for breath She roaring still still gaip'd still threatned death 49. So Neptune in a raiging storme doeth rore When Aeolus his bloystring face ou'r blowes His rolling billowes fearclie beatts the shore Gaipping his hollow greedie gulfs he showes Wher in threts to swallow or to wrak The Plowars of his yrie awfull back 50. Before she could Penardo ouer reatche He came vnto the steillie burning bed And from Phelarnons breist wheir was the breatche The daggere pull's when with a weappine cled The monstre seem'd more heauie sadd and low Her force moir feble wearie fante and slow 51. Thus thinks he of this feght to mak ane end And with the dagger to bereaue her lyfe Who with her oppine jawes does her defend And theirin cacht the dagger which with stryfe From him sho refâ— and brak in peeces small And thus to him no weappine left at all 52. Betwixt him and the sword her self she sett Which Tropolance his bloodie breist containd While as such fyre and sulphu◠〈◊〉 she let That all the hous into a fyre remaind So she a birning Salamander seem'd But nothing of hir fyre the Prince esteem'd 53. And yet this kynd of fâ—ght was verie strange That Hercules the lyk did neuer vew When aâ— the Gyant Cacus in reuenge Of Italies enormities he slew Nor when the Minyan force before him falls Raising their mightie seige from Theban walls 54 Nor when he slew the dragone fearce in fight Yea none of his tuell labours might be match To this for that he vsd his strength and might And with his weapeins did aduantage watch Tuo hands he haâ—d Penardo had but one He weapins al 's our Champione had none 55. But now the braue Thessaliane nought amaizd Maks him as he the dragoâ—e wold assaill Who with her winges aboue the ground was rais'd And to the feghâ— him fearslie did â—ppaill With opned mouth she â—reasd on him to flye Who lightlie leaps a syde and letts her bye 56. Then pulls he out the bloodie weapine streght From out the deidlie wound and their withall Him self addresseth brauelie for the feght Bott loe he sies the dreidfull dragone fall With roaring low'd the earth she rudelie tear Doune tumbling into hell with greislie fear 57. A mightie wind made this fair building quaiâ— So that the greatter pairt theirof doun fell The earâ—he began to ryve and with a shakâ— The edâ—feice sank dounwards vnto hell When lo he was vpon a pleasant plaine Wheir of that building did no marck remaine 58 At last he spyes a fearfull laik in sight Whiâ—h restles rowlleth lyk a â—aiging Sea Whoe 's billowes baits their bounding banks with might That crubs them from destroying libertie And whoe 's huge waues with restles noyes did swel Though Aeolus nere breath'd theiron at all 59. Wherby he knew it was the verie same Wheir he to qvenshe the tapre should returne Which being done the strong enchanted flamme Made all the laik with fear and dreid to burne At last it raise and lyke a thunder-bolt With fearfull noyes it pearc'd the azure volt 60. When as lyk christal all the streame grew cleir The which before a pitche colour hyd 's No waue no surge no billow did appeiâ— Bot softlie on the goldin channell slyds The syluer streame with sweittest murnming sound 's Which wind 's rocks caues woods montanes back redoundâ— 61. He wounder't much at all these strainge euents Amaiz'd he stoode and gaiz'd vpon the grounde When as thrie plesant toumb's to him present's Them self's wherin he looks what might be fouâ—dâ— The toumbs of mabre richelye wrought with gold Wher on these lynes ingraph'd he did behold J Laughfull loued and yet Vnlanghfall was my loue I 'm punisht justlie for my fault And yet I faultles proue I die becaus my cryme Deserueth well to die And yit no act nor cryme at all Committed was by me First did I slay my foe And then my foe flew me And deid my Syre I brought to wrack Such was my destanie The Palace wheir I dwelt Was fairest of remoune By feftie thousand pillers borne All which my deâ—th threw doune But none can change decrie Of Fates nor NON RAP HEL If anie for my name enquire The former lyne doeth tell 62. This matchles Champioune was the rat amaiz'd The meining dark he skairslie could descâ—ye But that he knew this trophee now was rais'd And that Phelarnon their intoumbd did lye For NON RAP HEL he knew his name to be And on the secound toumbe these ly'ns did sie Me to my crewell death Ambitione surth did call In my reuenge my natioune wrought A stranger natiouns fall And with their fall thâ—ir owne Perpetuall infamie Thus am I ground of all mischief Ordaind by destanie Ah curs'd vnhappie loue Loue was the caus of all In spoyling of my Riualls lyfe I spoyld myne owne and all Then who so ere shall lock On Tropolance his name Remember loue to be the cause Of ruine death and shame 63. Penardo
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
strenth and might I vsde my moyane my in gyne When he was featted to my strength On Some he would depend at length Then come your honour to my mynd Whoe 's many fauors I haid founde Me Nature lyfe and duetie bounde My thankfulnes some way to find Him then to you I first present To serue to please and to content Beneth your wings let him be seine If he be not so rigged furthe As apperteineth to his worthe Myne is the fault whoe 's wealth was meine His name Penardo he me told A youth ambitious hardy bold His trauell lyfe and deads hes beine A warre betuixt ambitione strong And craftie loue that lested long Which be the sequel shal be seine P. G. To the Right noble Lady Ladye Margret Countes of Marsheale LOng haue I wishid my Muse to sound thy prayse The worthe the fame the due to the belonge But she onlernd vn fit for such a phrayse Denyit to doe say think so heighe a songe Since on thy worthe both heaune and earthe still gaize She should but shame her self and do the wronge Better quod she be sobre silent still And spair to speek then speek and speek but ill O but quod I to speek her praise her worthe Out of my faith my trueth my zeall my loue Faith trueth lone zeall and duetie breaths it furthe As shal my pure eleir simple meining proue Her nature myld heighe place and royall birthe Her witt her worthe her vertue from aboue Has croun'd with garlants of immortall glorye Then none ean writt amisse that writts her storye Whill thus my barrene Muse and I contend Thy worth wit vertue and thy geighe desairt Commands me write and speek and praise furthsenâ— To eurye countrey province place and pairt But comeing to what should I say in end O then I stand I pause I think in hairt Words does my witt wit does my words eonfuse Nou this now that a thousand things I chuse So infinite thy endles graces be That what I â—ould I would Zit can not doe Witt moketh witt arte skorneth arte in me And wealth deludeth wealth I know not how When I should end I but begine to sie A world of worlds rair worthines in yow Then this I say nor will I write no more None is shall be nor was lyk the before To the richt Noble Lady and full of all verteus Ladye ANNE Countesse of Enyie FEâ—r Madame grac'd from hyest heau'ns aboue With wealth of Fortune Nature beautye Loue Lend not to frowning looks thy gratious eye For this bold pryde and arrogance in me That darr's breath furthe or preis to pen thy praise Earths ornament heaun's obiect beauties gaize Nor Maro great nor Naso sweit am I Nor haue I Homers mightie style wheirby I might to efter aiges e're reveiue Thy fame thy worthe and mak thy glory leiue Zit wer it but t' awake the braver witts Whoe 's loftie quill's thy sweitter praises fitt's This much I say nor vanely vaunt I nather Thy wit thy beautye and thy vertue rather Celestiall is rair excellent devyne In whom all wooâ—the all grace al goodnes shyne Then humane so heaun's croun's adorn's thy bloode With Naturs wealthe grace ful fortuns goode Then lett the Poëts on their Muses call To fil their brains their pen's their papers all With ornament of methode witt and sense That flowes from thy rair worth rair excellence In goldin showrs whiche fame on her faire winges To eurye natione countrey kingdome bringes And strowes it heir and their in eurye pairt To beautifye speeche eloquence and arte If on poore me some drop's she would doune poure I 'le spend my pains my witts soules wasting power To pen thy praise and thy braue Mates whoe 's worthe Thow stryues to mach as thow hes match'd his birth O wonderous stryfe blis'd happie perfect pure Long may that warre myld pleasant sweet indure P.G. To the ryght worthe and verteous Lady DAME GRISEEL STVARTE Lady Meldrum MAdame if I should smouther vp thy praise For most ingrate thow iustlye might me blame All eyes should sie all tongues to heau'ne should raise My staine my blote my neuer deing shame In me poore me if ony vertue growes In the it leius frome the it springs it flowes For lo thyne was the seid thyne was the tree Goode reasone wer 't that thine should be the gaine â—hin the â—ncrease the haru'st the fruct must bee Zit reapts thoow to to lytle for thy paine But much it is in such a barten soyle If thow receaue the seid for al thy toyle And thought vnhappie I could nothing kno Noir pairt of thy great graces could haue gain'd Me by thy sweit example did thow sho Of thy thryce happie lyfe pure cleir vnstam'd My ill my owne if goode I have in stoir Thyne be the thanks thyne be the prais the gloir Eu'ne as the Eggle learn's her burds tho flie First low then mean than heigher still to ryiâ— Till far aboue al vther foulls they be With loftie soaring wings in asure skyis On Phoebus than their eyes she maks yame set Nor his bright birning beam's yair sight mey let So Eggle lyk thow taught me as thy chyld To mount to vertue wisdome grace deuyne But I thy precept's wyse sweit easie myld Could not conceaue so grosse was my ingyne Whill Phoebus lyke vpone my face thow stream'â— Thy vertues rayes wisdomes goldin beam's And thus thow proues my loftie Eggle fair But I poore I I hade no wings to flie My Phoebus al 's thow shynes with vertues rair Zit Eggle lyke I daris not looke on the Then Quene of fowles light of sterr's aboue My Eggle and my Phoebus bothe still proue And what I haue eu'ne yat should thow receaue As propre thyne and only due to the Myne be the fault the wrong the ill I haue Thyne be the goode if onie good their be If none as muche me fears their 's none but ill Zit for thy pain 's I 'le praise the serue ye still P.G. To the Author Sonnet COme forth Laissa spred thy loâ—kes of Gold Show thy cheekes roses in their virgine Prime And though no geÌ„mes the decke which Indies hold Yeild not vnto the fairest of thy tyme No ceruse brought farre farre beyond the seas Noe poisone lyke Cinabre Paints thy face Let them hawe that whose natiue hues displeas Thow graceth nakednesse it doth the grace Thy Syre no pyick purse is of others witt Thoise Iewellis be his oune which the adorne And though thow after greaiter ones be borne Thow mayst be bold eu'en midst the first to sitt For whilst fair Iuliett or the farie quene Doe liue with theirs thy beautie shall be seene M. William Drommond To the Authour ALtho my shallowe witt sound 's nott thy deep And weakling ey 's followes not thy flight Tho wher thow run's I can not thether creep Nor chyldishe weaknes imitat thy might Since in this sacred trade I made a pause By inter
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
in endles care By Envi Slaine that monstre merciles And suir I think whome God has gâ—ac'd with beawtie For them he cars to them we ought a dewtie 5. For when he made this great and woundrous frame Of Chaos masse that shaples lay confus'd He tooke the purest substance of the same And that which was most beautifull he chus'd And theirof did he make the Angelis bright To glorifie his name and show his might 6. He made the purest substance which remaine Vnto his blissed self a Mansione rair Syne thrice thee Orbs whairof the eight containd Bright shyning starr's and seu'n the Planets fair Nixt placd the Fyre because n beautie next Syne Aer then Water last the Earthe he fixâ— 7. Earthe then we sie the dâ—osse of all things yit Which this great Architector singling furth By his gâ—eat migt and all for seing witt Is lowest plac'd according to her worth But that which was most beautifull and pure Eune next vnto him self he placed sure 8. And then that Alcreator did ordaine Eache thing according to their substance pure To bring furthe fruit this all to intertane Which by his powre he caused to indure Nor tyme nor age nor restles moueing may Destroy confound or weir or make decay 9. First then the Heav'ns as haueing most of bewtie Brought furthe the starr's the Moone the Suns great light And aer conmmanded next to do his dewetie Brought furthe all sorts of fouls with feâ—hâ—ed flight Water brought furth all sort of fishe anone The Earthe brought furthe all beasts that leiue theironâ— 10. As heauns are of the fynest substance lo So are the starr's most beautifull most cleir But cheiflye Planets seuin theirin doeth show Gods powr'full mighâ— werin doeth well appeir He geus them rewll might veâ—tue pow're strength Our fouls fishe beasts tries herbs men at length 11. And thus we sie eache creatuere furthe doth bring According to its essence ill or g'oode The aer breids foules in water fishes springe Herbs tries and liâ—ing beasts ar Earâ—hs grosse broode Yea eurâ—e thing â—câ—oâ—ding to hâ—s kynd Ill fauor'd foule fair shynninge clear we fynd 12. Altho it pleas'd heigh Ioue from heaune discend Fraill man â—o make of eaâ—th of dâ—osse of clay Most fair of all ou'rall to haue command For him all made to hâ—m all sâ—oâ—ld obâ—y Then man should thaâ—k him prase him pray him still To love to blesse and to foâ—sie his ill 13. Yea lyke to his owne Image man he maks In which he shews his loue and eak his might But these to whom most beautie he betaks These maks he lykest to his Image bright Wherefore to â—hese we owe gâ—eat loue dewtâ—â— Remembring God the fontane of all bewtie 14. For why when this great God made all things first To beute did he giue the heighest place Becaus it was the substance worthiest Of the aspect of his most glorious face Then whoso eu'with beautie is indewd Them shuold we loue as through Gods loue renued 15 And if so be in Chaos mas confus'd Sum say their was no lâ—ght nor beautie fair But God thâ— fontane of all light infus'd Such beâ—â—eoâ—s light in all his creturs rare Then vnto whom he beautie geues to those His grace hiâ— goodnes and his loue he shoes 16. Yea in my simple iudgement this I thâ—nk Ou'r beautie God has â—y a speciall caire So that with Lucifer they do not shrink Away frome grace and thâ—nk them selfs too fair But with meik myâ—ds vpon his holy moâ—tane Giue God the praue whos of all beautie fontane 17. But o my Muse too heighe thow seem 's to flie Thy wings ar lag'd with vapos dull and gâ—osse That which thou sing's is too too heigh for thee More meit foâ— pregnant witt's and learnings force Turne back least thou repent thy self advyse Wade not too deep in Gods heigh misteâ—yes 18. Turne to thy sacred sisters with thy quill Foâ— to adâ—yâ—e with them what must be doone Wâ—â—h Lissa fair whoe 's beautie works her ill For lo Melpomene they do inioyne To bring Alecto frome her dreidfull den Who blood and warre and muâ—â—her maks on men 19. Melpomene made way throw empty aer And through the wattrie empyrs wyde and deip Through darkest hollow caues she did repair And trough he bowell of the Earth did â—reip And low where light of day did neueâ— shyne Nor Phoebus show his euerlasting shryne 20. Wheir Cynthia does steip in siluer dew Her neueâ— cheirfull euer dâ—ouping light In Thetis watrie bed whoe 's a zur hew Her lustre showes in blak eteâ—nall â—ight Through fearfull soath fume foull filthie fenns Throgh foggie smook throgh dark dreadfull dens 21. She haueing past frome Phoebus cheirfull light Came to a Râ—gione of eternall darknes The habitation of the dun kishe Night It wes indeid so fearfull was the maâ—knes She meitts that greislye Hagge with visage sadd Who was into a cole blak mantle cladd 22. And sat into a chariot pitchie blak Four ieatblack steids that braith'd dark clouds of smook Wâ—th ramping noyes made all their harneiâ— crak With braying all the solid earth the shooke This vnaquainted brightnes when they saw Their Mistres doune to hell they seem'd to draw 23. At â—aâ—t the Muse so oft aloud did call That vglie Night out of ther chariott looks She sayes most dreidfull Dame so feard of all Melpomene that tragiâ—k sadnes brooks Wold know thy wâ—yes daâ—k paths fearfull getâ— That doune to Plutoes loathsum kingdome lets 24. The aged Hagg with furious rage thus spake With gostly spâ—eche and dreidfull countenance Thow Imp of my old foe who seiks my wrack Why trubles thow my Regions with thy glance Lo wheir fyre smook and sulphur doe aryse In younder denne of thow dar enterpryse 25. The greisly gulf of deip Auernus holle Aboue the which my mantle black is spred About the which a fearfull laick doth rolle Doune throw that flamming gulf thow must be led Wheir neuer yit did enter any wight But feirce Aneas and Sibilla bright 26. Eune that same way the sacred Muse is gone The smook and sulphur ceast their restles flame And doune to Plutoes court she goes anone The brasin getts burst oppen when she came At ther bright looks and at her beautieâ— gâ—â—nee Feinds spirits and Ghosts fell in a hellische traunce 27. Ou'r Acheron she past the bitter waues Wheir damned souls with shâ—iling skreâ—ks lament To Flegithone with fyâ—e floods that shewes The tortâ—â—ng torment of that element Wheir Sinners nought but desperatione gains And thou sand thou sands of eternall pains 28. At Plutos gate was dreidfull Cerberus With thrie wyid oppin hollow throats deuoring And curled hair of snaâ—ks most venemous Gnawing blood fleshe and bones with fearfull roring But her deuyne and Sune-shyne beauties such Hells porter dar's not once her vesture tutch 29. Straight to the house of endles paine she goes Inuiround with that fyrie flamminge floode Thâ—t Phlegithone whoe 's fearfull laick furth
mixt with confort ioy with paine 13. But Whil fair fame this royall court to show Throuw spatious Earthe and oceane took her flight Aduentrous Knight's hade many year's ag'oe Sleep't in dark silence of eternall night Desyre of honor to the worlds vew Calls furthe one Youth deip Danger to persue 14. Penardo as ane Gallant would obey Whoe 's braue heroick spright surpast so farre All youths of Greece that he would oft essay The most and best approued Knight's of warre When tuo at once he caus'd for to effront him They could not find the meins for to dismont him 15. Yet whill he sleip't at home in silent pace Th' Embassadours come to the court in haist Frome out Achaia whom it pleasd his grace To entertaine with many royall feast Who muche admeird the great magnifience Of his fair court and of his excellence 16. Thrie dayes wer spent in feasting or repast When â—hey desyr'd for to be hard of all The King and counsell being set at last They wer convay'd vnto a princelie hall Yea to vnfold that costlie court so fyne Should pas the might of such a Muse as mynâ— 17. The pillers wer of purest yuorie fram'd With pearle and pretious stone in gold embost Whoe 's glistring beam's continuall light inflamd That sable Night her entrance their had lost The stones to wall 's their glances consecrat's Which ritchest mantles still reuerberat's 18. Whoe 's maiestâ— was staitlie to behold For round about the walls the tapestrie Was goodlie arace wrought with Indiane gold With purple silk and syluer gloriouslie So viuelie wrought vnto the humane eye Maiestick purtreats lyuelie seemd to be 19. Their Cupid painted in his glistring pryd His eyes wer shut yet in his crewell fist An goldin bow and arrowes did abyd Wheir with he shot at randone when he list He bends he draw's he shoots no shaft in vaine He hitt's the Hart yet no marks remaine 20. Ther Ioue and their the Thebane Semale Their jealous Iuno lyke her Nurse appeirs And caus'd her seik that Ioue in majestie Wold come with thundring darts lightning fyr's Their might you sie when he performd ye same Her birne in heauenlie fyre schoarcking flamme 21. Their Leucothea their was Phoebus bright In sheape of old Eurimine her mother Their Orchamus her father tacks her streght And eard's her quick til Phoebus coming hither Vnto a lamp a starre a flamming light He chang'd her for to chace from thence ye night 22. Ther Mars and Venus at ther dallying sports Their Vulcans artificiall yrone nett Wherin he wrapt these louers their resorts Feir Danaes Sone whome Ioue did erst beget Who cutts Medusa's heid and their the fontane Wheir he had chang'd King Athlas in a montan 23. Their also feghts he with the monster wyld That persecutes the fair Andronad euer Their Cephey and Cassiope bewayld Their daughters hap yet could help her neuer Whom thundring Ioue iniustlie their detaind She weip't she murnt she sigh 't she pray'd she plaÌ„'d 24. All these vow might haue sein so perfectlie That nothing els but vitall breath they wanted Whil as they seem'd to lurk so priuely Sum heir sum their in pairs together hanted They seemd to blushe when curious eyes did sie them And shrow'd their yuorie limms in fowlds to flie them 25. So Cynthia does shrood her self frome sight Of wearie Trauelers that wandring strayes Wâ—apt vp in darkest cloud 's of silent night Yet through thin clouds oft fhoots out syluer rayes So seem'd they in those fowlds to creip vn knowne Yet shew them self vnwilling to be showen 26. Or as the stream's of crooked wynding brooks Now heighe then low now ryse then falls againe In darkest corners holes and priuie crooks Will steall vnseene Yet can not skaip the maine Each â—umbling in hudge heap's their homage does Compleaning on the Earths vnkynd refuse 27. Eune so those mantles glorious riche and rair If strurd will alter chainge and turne in vaine Trembling and wafting mou'd whith shaples aer Heir low their heighe their low heir hyeghe again Whiche maks sum portrats show sum reteir Sum heighe sum low and sum vnwar's appeir 28. Those strangers stoode amazed at that sight The King to brek their silence low did moue him Vpon a bench of gold that graue great light A Pale lyk heauens-starrd'd can oby aboue him The cheifest bow'd to ground and then began To show the King who heght Andromadan 29. O thouw most mightie Prince of Iasons race Thou skourge of Paganes and of Persians pryd O thow who did by mightie strength deface Arabia foelix and the spoyls deuyd Amongst the Souldours with a princelie mynd Thy seruants come from far thy help to fynd 30. Know that we ar Archaian's mightie Prince Of antient Greciane bloode we ar discendit Against the Paganes we haue made defence Our realme lost our royall blood is endit Our King our countray kingdome crounâ— all Arrest and forc'd before our Foes to fall 31 By Sigismund great King of Datia Of Transyluania and Moldauia Prince Of Seruia and of Valachia He holds the septure and the gouernance With armies great to mak his valour knowne Our contrey tours and tounes has ouerthrowne 32. This was the caus Ill hap our Prince let out One day the mont Parnassus for to vew Well arm'd he was both loftie strong and stout Well fauord fair and of a heauenly hew Our King Of Children had no more at all Ther was he lost and their our strength did fall 33. For their he chanc'd to vew a sacred Muse Enamourd thus he fondlie fell in loue Pre sing her deuyne deitie to abus Whose mynd from chaist desyrs he could not moue By chance a Kinght arryu'd sought withall His paine his greif his lose his death his fall 34. And thus they both in combat fought a space Vntill ther faâ— all howre approched neir And then they both wer slaine into that place Evne then began our woe our wrack our care This Kinght was Prince of Datia was Sone To Sigismund for him this warre begane 35. When he had done in silence still he stoode Abyding answer fâ—om the King who sayde In greattest ire he wold reuenge their bloode And willinglie wold lend his freindâ—ie ayde Liue happic Prince sayd thay in whoe 's sweitt eyes Wrath terrour dreid reuenge and glorie lyes Caput VI. Argument THe armie marches to Achai Encamps on Phocis plaine Grodane seeks peace at Sigismund Who anfwers with disdame Boeotia stayes their garisone For Grodans help they sue Penardo goes to their releef With all the Aenean crew 1. O Amitie the worlds onlie lyfe Without the which this great woundrous framâ— Of heaun earth should so be wrapt in stryfe That contrare motion 's wold coÌ„fund the same It seem's frome mightie Ioue thow art descended He send the doun when this great work was ended 2. Of man thow art the staff and only guyde Without the man should walk in darkest
enrold And with him went those warrelyk Aenean bands Terror of earth and strength and Graeciane lands Caput VII Argument PEnardo's ayde is cum to lat The toun is set on fyre He followes on the Enemie Revenge is his desyre A visione in his sleip appeirs The whiche he does declear Beneth Apollo's altar He Hes found an armour fair 1. AMbitioune is a passioune woundrous strong Of noble courage and of mightie force Whiche captive leads all gâ—alant spreits along And euen the strongest passions does enforâ—e Yea loue it self whiche seemeth to contend Yet oft ambitione victor proues in end 2. Ambitione is an flamme that burns the mynd With endles drouth still thristing efter glorye A blind excessiue gredineâ— of kynd To be imbost in tym's eternall storie Still hunting after greatnes that we sie Ambitione neuer satisfied to be 3. Ambition heigh is noâ— a Passione feat For baseborne brain 's or wordlie small attemp's Renoune and glorie stoups not to such bait Those ar not capable but ar contemp's For proud ambiâ—oune beats casts them doune Whill as they seâ—k praise glory and renoune 4. Ambitione after gaine does not persue Nor actions reapping profeit does it cair But ay wheir dreidfull danger does ensu Difficult strainge vnusuall and rare Eu'ne there ambitione hunts for glorie eueâ— For base and wordlie gaine it caireth neuer 5. This passione Prince Penardo did bereaue Of whom we write this following historie Who thirsting after honor seem'd to leaue A famous name in Glorious memorie In him ambitione crewell warre susteind Gainst loue and famous victorie obtaind 6. Who as we said receâ—'d that armie small Wheir with he should releiue Beotias neid But Sigismundi the citie for to thraâ— Haid send the Transiluaniane Prince with speid Whoe 's valarous renoune to heaune did munt Wheir for Penardo with ambitione brunt 7. He freat's he froun's he longs to reaue the croune Of fame and glory from Phelastons head And set it on his owne whiâ—h great renoune To beir it thâ—ough the world vnconqueâ—ed More greif he fynds when one goes him before Then ioy in conquing of a thous and skore 8. Now he right glade in gaining of this chairge Tuo dayes led furth his army one the wâ—y At last drew neir and on a plaine right large Wold neids refresh his wearâ—e men a day And then he sends to learne to vew to kno Th' estate the place the number of his foe 9. When Phebus drinsh't his sylver shyning hair In Thetis lape they saw a cloud aspyre Whoe 's smook send suddane darknes throw the acâ— Wherin appeird reid flashing flamm's of fyre As if the earthe out of her bowells wyde Had send to choak the loftie heauens for pryde 10. While as the armie vewing stoode amaiz'd Whoe 's hautie hearts no fear could harbor in Yeit vew's with fear and fearing still they gaz'd Their quyet murmur made a feaâ—full dine At last the skoutts returning told ye treuth Which mou'd them all to woe to care to reuth 11. Know mightie Prince your enemies ar gone Becaus thâ—y haue fulfild their fearce desyre For they haue raysd the walls of yonder toun And set it all wâ—th skoarching flamm's a fyre Touns tours and walls in câ—â—well fyre doth burne Men women babs by bloodie swords ar torne 12. This was the caus of their destructione loe They feard the Prince his ayde should come too lait And laâ—king souldiours on their wall 's to show For their defence agains thâ—ir crewell fate Within a forrest full of lack 's and fenn's Thre hundreth robeâ—s lay in caues and denns 13. The cheif of these was once a citizene Who playing bancker out his goods bade lost Whairfoâ—e he hyed him to the Robers dene Who chus'd him chifâ—ane of their theeuishe host Him hyr'd they straight with soum's of Indiane gold To guarde their walls and to defend their Hold 14. But he who had no pitie nor regaird Vnto their lywes but only to their gold Agreid by pâ—iuie letter 's for reward And to Phelaston has the citie sold Ah haples wretch that caust destâ—oy and kill Men at thy mercie thy command and will 15. Eune as the mightie marlion mounts the sky And soares one loftie wing's with gâ—aizing eyes At last the chirming larke she does espy Cheif chanteâ— in the queir of all that flies Whose hollow throat sends furth a thous and sounds To pearce the azure vaults that back redounds 16. Her shrill sweit notts with silent blowing breath Now seing her fearce enemie aspyre Pearcing the emptie aer to flie from death Whil to prolong she mounteth still the hyer Bot with sad looks whill thus she bids adue Their she a wearie traueler does vew 17. Whoe 's hart she oft had cheird with chirming cleir Awaking him frome drousie sleip to ryse And warnd him that Apollos light drew neir And in his long'sum iorney did deuyse New not's wheiron she curious descant founds Filling his ears with diapason sounds 18. And thinking now that he wold thankfull be She hyes fast doune and seiks his ayde to beild her With feirfull shreiks does in his besome flie Glad that she song to him who now does sheild her But he whoe 's hairt no pitie harbours loe Deliuers her vnto her mortall foe 19. So did this fructe of ill this welâ—h of woe This curse of hauene in Whoe vnnâ—tutall hart No pâ—tie could haue placâ— but to her foe The citie yelds for this her good desert That oft had song sweit not's of educatione To draw him from his haples constellatione 20. Eu'ne so the rauening wolfe by simple goat Bâ—oght vp with loue with trauell care and paine And feid vpon her teat such is her loat Till strength and force and vigour he retaine Then he whome she brought vp so cairfullie Her deith het graue her sepulchre must be 21. The Prinee that pitied suche a sore mischance Admiring much this monstrous crueltie Swoor in a rage his armie to aduance Till he reueng'd Boeotias miserie Which did inrol his praise aboue the skyes His fame wooâ—th valour woundrous victories 22. When Phebus harbinger in crimsone cled Chaic'd donne to Hell nights hated hew abhorde The flower that murn's for Phebus absence spred Her beautie furâ—he and smyl's vpone her Lord Whoe 's birning beams and lyfe infusing rayes Confoâ—ts the Earth and beautifieis ye skyes 23. Then through the campe a murmur gane to ryse All cryes for armes the trumpets sounds aloud Ther sturdie coursars courage loudly brayes And seemd to cry for loftâ—e â—ydars proud They forward march't whith ioy great delight Their willing mynds made heauie armour light 24. And martching thus with suche a restles pace Thre dayes â—heâ—e nights aâ— last they com in sight Of theiâ— proud foeâ— who heiring of their chaice Had lyk desyre lyik will to proue their might Shouts clamours cryes on eurye syd descry Their will desyre and hope of victory 25. And yit Phelaston lyk ane champioune wyse Forecasting perrells in
his throught alone Feard that Penardo's hardie enter pryse Was but a craftie traine to draw him on And that the armie in some corner lay His campe vpone a suddane to betreay 26. Yet being of a mightie galant mynd He sham'd to flie at his imaginatione Wheir fore in hast to Athens did he send Wheir Brando lay at seige to show the fashione Brando the reull ou'r Seruia did hold Stout hardy wight aduentorous and bold 27. Which when he hard his seige he rais'd in hast And to the Prince Phelaston martch'd along Now know that in his camp theiâ— was at least One horse and fute sum tuentie thousand strong To Sigismund those newes he shortlie sends Who rais'd his seige frome Thebs and thither wends 28. Now Primum mobile hade drawen the light with his swâ—ft course out of ouâ— Hemispere And â—pred the â—eatblack mantle of the night That summonds all the creatures with fear Vnto their rest then for to be thair sheild They built a canues citie on the feild 29. Whil thus he had incamped in their sight Set furth his watch his campe intrinshit strong This Campioune caus'd disarme them all that night For their refreshment afteâ— iorney long After repast the Prince to sleip is gone And in his sleip appeird this visione 30. A virgine Nymphe whoe 's beautie dimd the sky Wiâ—h saddest looks with sobs with sighs with tears So sorowfull she seem'd with weipping ey Led by tuo feinds of Pluto's griesly fears Her body seem'd all dyed in crimsone blood Her garment skoarch'd in flamm's of hellish brood 31. Thus leading her hard by him as he thought She cryd o sweitt Penardo lend thy ayde Whoe 's only strength the fates decree has wrought To end the ceasles torments of a Mayde Wheirat him thought he start with suddane fear Drawing his brand those hellishe feinds to tear 32. But then with myldest speeche she sayd no more Thy willingnes suffeizeth at this tyme A gâ—eater danger thow must pas before Thy happie ayde geue end vnto my cryme But mightie Ioue in danger warre and stâ—yfe Preserue thy fame thy honor and thy lyfe 33. Not farr their stands within a pleasant vaill Ane altar built at Agamemnons cost In honor of fair Pallas sacred Cell When he was captain of the Graetiane host Their lyes a sword a sheild ane armour fair Of woorth of wounder and of vertue rare 34. Feight not before yow haue this armour on Whose woorth shall much aduance thy wondrous famâ— For know this much before tuo dayes by gone That Pluto has conspyrt to spoyle thy name For he has send the Feinds in legions foorth To seik to shame to wrack to staine thy woorth 35. And thus she vanisht quyt out of his sight He wakeing one a suddane from his sleip â—hought this to be a fantasie too light That from his humor'd braine did fondlie creip Yet warlie did his thoughts one witt attend Weying if good or ill theron depend 36. Aurora in her purple robe arose Warning pâ—oud Titan for to light the dâ—y And drew the courtens that did hâ—m disclose In Thetis louelie armes that dalleing lay Who stole away and in the gloomie East Reard vp aboue the Earth his flamming crest 37. How soone the Prince espyit his goldine light He cald for Mandadorus Prince of Mesone This Mandadorus was of greattest might Of all his subiects saue the Duik of Thesone To him he told his dreame who said your grace May try 't and trying lett the trueth haue place 38. Wheirfore he send and from his antient roume Causd raise the altar wheir they fand a stone Of Alabastre builded lyk a Toumbe In greik sum letters wer ingraft theron Those we ethe words ingraph't in gold so fyne That now as first their lustre seem'd to shyne 39. This pretious stone ane armour does retain Whos 's woundrous woorth as yit shal no man know Vntill the Spreit of them that liues in pain Eune to a mightie stranger shaell them show Who with the same recalls relents releifs Thrie Souls from paine from death froÌ„ Hells mischeifs 40. Hid was the meaning darck the sentence seemd Of all the trueth they could not rype the ground But this fair costlie armour as they deemd Had at the famous wars of Troy beine found Which graue and wyse Cassandra had inuented For Paris Troys feirce fall to haue preuented 41. Lo thus it was she knowing by her art The ruine of heaun threatning Troy drew neir And that proud Paris his vniust deâ—ert Should be the caus of such an endles weir To him by art she had this armour wrought That all the Gods decree might turne to nought 42. Foâ— she discending to the lowest Hells Her mightie powre in magick force she shew The greislie Ghosts stood trembling whill she tells Her will in frameing of this armour new Loath to prouyd remorce remeid releif Who ioy'd in blood warre murther and mischeif 43. Yitt fear them forc't they durst not disobey Her mightie art and all commanding will For she with strainge characters could a lay The pains of Hell from punishment of ill Yea she the Suns diurnall course culd stay And turne to daâ—kest night the brightest day 44. And whill these feinds this armour fyne did make They forgd the metall first in Aetnas flame And temperd it into the Stygiane lake With herbs of woundrous force amongs't the same That mightie stâ—ong inchantments can with stand Yea sword and fyre and water can command 45. Ioues douchter brought king Agamemnon furth When she with them returning was to Troy Who seing them of such a woundrous woorth Bereft the graue Cassandra of her ioy Who had with herbs and flams of Flegitone Composd a strange and admirable stone 46. Which secreitlie she in this armour sett Whose vertue was his owner for to stay From loue and amorous desyr's to lett Arming the hart gainst all venereall play For princelie Paris she deuys'd this traine That he might render Helene back againe Caput VIII Argument AChaians fall fair Pallas doeth Forsie long tyme before And that Penardo should them raise Vnto their former gloir The Aeneâ—ns tuo batales winâ— And by the Prince alaine The Transyluanian and the Seruian Disput both ar slaine 1. WHen as the Greciane gote this armour lo Ioues brain borne girl did gif him this command That of this thing no creatur should know Till he returnd vnto his natiue land Wheir to her name he should ane Altar rear And secreitlie inclose this armour rheir 2. The which he did with duetifull regaird According to heighe pallas her command For loe thâ—t sacred altar vp he raird Their vnder layd the armour which they fand Wheir it had lyine so many hundreyht yeirs Vn-found vnmark'd vnknowne as it appeirs 3. Sum sayes that bâ—ight warlyk pallas did forsie Eune then the ruine of Achaias croune And that fair Lissa cause theirof should be Trogh hir great bewtie of so hye renoune Thus she prouyds forseis preuents
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
loue The Tapre frome his place thow can not moue 44. Thus fair you weell and with the word the Knighâ— Sunck doune with slâ—ip of leaddin death oppâ—est Greif woe and pitie did â—he Prince affright His valour courage hope they muche distrest He goes but coâ—fort whill his guyde was cair His manlie hairt assayld with cold dispair 45. Though he was still â—urmoyld with cair and gâ—â—if Though daunger still forbids his iâ—te pâ—yse Tough sad dispair thâ—eat's deâ—â—h without releif And â—hough Dreid fame and conquest boâ—h denyes Yet fordward still he goâ—s but cair oâ— paine And hops ane happie succes for to gaine Caput XI Argument THe birning Alters Keeper of His lyfe Penardo spoyls He seis the daylie funerall In blood the Virgine boyllâ— He that by loue could not be win The Tapre does obtaine About the Quene of loue he seis All thois yat Loue had slaine 1. O Now yow Muses matchles and devyne Help by your sacred skill my gros defects Mak sharpe my wit and pregnant my ingynâ— That by your freindly ayde in all respects My pen suplied may boldly breath his name Inrold aboue the star's by endles fame 2 Whoe 's mynd the feat of royall vertues birth And who all goodnes knew but knew no ill Admeird of all the world for his rare woorth Which causd Envy for raige her self to kill Eune he vwithout all fear or cair did enter And throw this cave lyk greisslie hell did venter 3. At last a thirling light he did espy Which from a dure did glanceing furth appeit Wheirto when as the galant Prince drew nye He saw a flamme most pure most bright most cleiâ— Vpon ane alter burne and in the same Brint skoarch'd tormented lay a virgine Dame 4. Whill on this piteous spectacle he gaiz'd From out a corner dark he might perceaue A monstre hudge that maid him much amaiz'd Whoe 's greatnes seem'd to fill that emptie caue He bâ—eathd furthe clouds of smook which dim'd the flamme And darkned all the place about the same 5. So thundring tempests dims the goidin Sunne And darkins all the cristall heauns so hy The reiking clouds lyik smook doun moltin runne By force of fyre that thonderis throw the sky At last such roars he thunders in his ear It seemd the caue shook trembled quaik'd for fear 6. This monstre fearslie did assaill the Prince Who nimble quick sharp readie light auoyding His mightie bloes so braue was his defence Oft him he harm'd him self vnharm'd abyding So that the monstre â—oird for greif and paine Furth casting Floods of poysond goiâ— a maine 7. Thus eache perseuing other to the death Wâ—th strength with â—aige with furie hait ire That neither geue the other leaue to breath The monstre still threw furth bright flamms of fyre Who 's skaills bore furth the Prince his furious dint Lyk tempred Steill hard diamond or flint 8. Wheir for a strangâ—r kynd of feght he chuses Quyting his â—word he draw's a dagger fyne His skill his slâ—ght his might and strength he uses To ridd this deulishe monstre out of pyne Who lifting vp his armed creist with ire Smook frome his mouth his eyes furth sparkling fyre 9. Did fearcelie forewart to the Prince furth pace Infolds inrolls in lincks with gaipping iawes But he with foresight waying well the case His skaillie gorge in his stronge arme he thrawes And through his burninge ey with fatall knyfe Brought furthe his brains with his brains his lyfe 10. Glade was he to be ridd of such a foe Yet pitie cair and sorow chac'd delight To sie so fair a Mayde tormented so His eyes with chyld of tears his hairt stil sigh't Taeirs from his eys spring's riuers floods furth senâ— Sighes from his hairt lyk blustring winds vpwent 11. When neirer to the alter he was come Of soâ—ow he might heâ— the saddest sound There greuous gâ—oneâ— weâ— inter mix'd with some Weâ—k breathing words that did sad death resound The words wer sweet and pitiefull to heir The accent soft the voce was sharpe and cleir 12. Those wer the wofull words he pitied most Ah Plâ—â—o Pluto end this sacrifice Hell Hell douore my souls tormented ghost Ah crewell Heau'ns that gloir's to tyraneize Ah paine paine paine let endles paine remoue Curs death curs hel curs earth curs heaeuns aboue 13. Whill thus she spak Penardo hard a noyes And suddenlie appeir'd a greatter light A hundreth torches borne by litle boyes All claâ—â— in murning wâ—id a wofuâ—l sight Softlie the prince â—o vayes him self a syde To sie of these euents what wold betyde 14. After these torches wer tuo horses led Whose Tâ—apers wer of purple siâ—k gold Such curious work so rich imbrodered Wâ—s admirable â—air for to behold For greffon lyk thay pâ—ceâ—ng seem'd to flie With goldin plumed wings right curiously 15. These horse wer keept by lackaves tuo who had Two sheilds which seem'd of sundrie Knights to hold And after them tuo Paiges richlie cled Two mightie lances bore with heads of gold Nixt aâ—ter them four galant coursers dâ—ew A crimsone cotche that seemd of bloodie hew 16. within this cotche tuo Kinghts wer sadlie plac'd In glistâ—ing armoor that was fynelie fram'd The aâ—mours shyning lustre was defac'd Wiâ—h purple blude thâ—t from their bodies straimde Sad wâ—s their mynds wheir sorow did remaine Great wer their wounds but greatter far their paine 17. The one still sigh'd and gâ—oin'de but spak no word For in hiâ— breiâ—t a bâ—oodlie dagger stoode The other throughe his bodiâ— had a sword From whoe 's steill poynt ranne streams of crimson blood Death ou'r them both long since hade spred her wingâ— Yet lyfe by airt paine greif and sorow brings 18. Behind the alter stoode a brasen portch Which oppâ—nd wyde for to receaue this traine Where enters all the boyes with eueâ—ye tortch The hors and all the rest that did remayne But whill the cotche neir to the alter drew The wofull dame her sorows did renew 19. Ah Heaun's alace come come I glaidly goe Let deith geue end to Hells tormenting flamme Blood blood glut vp both soule and body lo Stop now my braith and suffocat the same Let these tuo leiue then impose on me Ten thousand deaths so I may once but die 20. No sonner did she end her plaints when as Tuo old and aiged Haggs come in then sights Who bore ane huge gâ—eat veshell made of bras That keipt the blood of those tormented Knights Long gaizd the Prince on thir hid misteries Whill paine on paine greif on greif he sies 21. The virgine from the fyre began to moue her The veshell neir she throw her in the same While as the blood begane to boyle aboue her And vtherwhyls aboue the bloode she come So bubling streams of brooks from hye that fall Raise vp the Pebls pure whyt cleir and small 22. They gone the Prince did with him self deuyce To spill the blood bot now he heirs
coâ—râ— doeâ— momenâ—ly râ—soâ—t The wingeâ— boy delights in all theiâ— pains And of their gâ—eatâ—est gâ—eif he maks a sport But lo that glorious Qâ—eene bâ—ed â—ll their ioyes Their loue their fansie and their amorous toyes 48. For to inthrall the hart that Queene weell knew The soueraigne Maistres of that art she was Her wantoune shyning looks and heaunelie hew Wâ—th sweitt alluâ—ements secreitlie wold pas For still the glanceing of her wantone ey Wold mak her trayne sad ioyfull liue or dy 49. Her wantoune eyes bewâ—ayd her inward mynd Her countenance deâ—laird her harts desyâ—e To burning lust she seem'd to be inclynde Consumeing still with neuer quenshing fyre Dissembling all wiâ—h such a crafâ—ie mynd That anie saâ—e Adonus wold by kynd 50. Her modest blush wold diuers tyms bewray That which it seem'd she sham'd foâ— to vnfold With amouâ—s qâ—eint her wanton eye wold play And from her hairt in sport their message told Her lowâ—ing lookâ— or cheiâ—full smyls doth moue To laugh to weep to smyll to sighe furth loue 51. Amongs the rest Penardo might espy Phelarnon braue and Tropolance the bold Whom by their wofull lookâ— he did discry To be eune far agains their will with hold Phelarnons breist bewray it his ceasles pain Wheirin a bloodie dagger did remain 52. And Tropolance his wofull hart was rent With bloodie sword tormented still he goes Yea these tuo princes onlie did lament While as the rest did seeme for to reioes But now sad shaddowes of the dankish night Begane to dryue away the cheir full light Caput XII Argument PEnardo's tempted oft and yit The tapre he obtains He chaiseth burning lust to hell And ends the Princes pains He quensheth in the fearfull Lake The Tapers light anone He finds sum tombs and sies sum lyn'â— Which wer ingraph'd theirone 1. WHen hells great Grandame ganher self to ryse For anger breathing furth dark clouds of smooâ— And chaist heaun's cheirfull lamp doun through the skyes Then of his wyde â—mpyre possessione took Penardo 〈…〉 thundring sound Lyk Neptune raiging gainst a stormie wind 2. And lo a fearfull â—ind did now aryse With dreidfull thunder lightning flamms of fyre Ane earth-quak and a trâ—mbling in the skyes That seem'd to shâ—k the world 's sure fixt empyre From of his ceâ—tre his stedfast statioune And with proud raige to raise his sure fundatione 3. Wheir with of all this â—ryne incontinent He sâ—is not one in twinkling of ane ey But of their feet he might decerne the prenâ— In the â—iche cloth that on the gâ—ound did ly Wheiâ—at Penardo much a mazed stoode But nothting danted was his courage goodâ— 4. And looking round about whill thus he stard Ane other dure he saw wheiâ—on he red Tak what thow finds within for the prepairde Thus in the bâ—aue Thessaliane was led By courage and a fearce vndanted mynd Not feiring hell it self thairin to fynd 5. The royaltie of this fair roune was â—uche As seem'd the lyik on earth could not be found The value of the hâ—ngâ—ngs was so much That from the syling to the paued ground Did reache all â—ichlie wrought with pearle gold Which Hercules great battels did vnfold 6. Ther hade he slaine the Gyaunt all alone Who sumtyme rewl't fair Europs fairest yle Of whom it got the name of Albeon And their was seuâ—ne mouth'd Hydrae feirce e're whyle Whom he by his al-conquering force had slaine His shafts there in the monstre did remaine 7. Their in the Naemeane forrest he hade slaine The Lyones fearce ' the monstre of the Sea He slew ' and fair Exione did obtaine There the Thessalian Centaurs vanqueist he Theiâ—e Cerberus he bond and Captiue lâ—d And Prâ—serpine frome Pluto's thraldome fred 8. Theire did he kill Anhteon feirce and bold And Nessus there and Gereon proud of Spaine And frome Hesperides renoun'd of old Wheer did the goldin fâ—eiced floks remaine He theme Frome Atlas daughters did disseueâ— And bonde Philotes as a slaue for euer 9. Theer his zuelf works bred terrour to the eye And trembling fear vnto the boldest hairt There hade he thrown'e him headlong in the Sea Who brought to him the strainge Emppyson'd shirt There he in paine raige sorow did lament Tearing the venome that this flesh did rent 10. And in the mids a piller stoode vpright Wheiron a rich and glorious armour lay Their hung a sheild ingrapht whoe 's glancing light The armes of Thessaly did furth display A boue the which a candle-stick of gold Did hing which seem'd but one small lamp to hold 11. In this fair chamber stoode a glorious bed Of beattin gold Whoe 's fyrie sparkling flies Frome pretious stones diamondâ— which spred Theiâ— pearsing beam is that dim'd the Prince his eies The tapers light that in his hand he bure Gaue place to this more shyning cleir pure 12. Four mabre pillers did a table bear Of yellow glanceing Topas fynlie drest And of tâ—ansparant cristall stoode a chear As if it wold inveit â—he Prince to rest Who wearied with his toylsum trauell past This profer'd rest accepted at the last 13. And gaizing still vpone this glorious wark The table suddenlie wes ouer spred By whome he knew not boâ— he might remark With fructefull Ceres danteis it wes clade Their Bacchus plenâ—ie flowe'd till yis braue Prince Was weill suffeiz'd then all remoued thence 1. And all this tyme the taper did abyde Into his hand wherone he does deuyse How he might sauelie lay the same asyde And rest In the fair bed till Tytan ryse When presentlie did in the table stand Ane candle-stick presented to his hand 15. Which as ze hard did our the aâ—mour hing Wheirof when he the wâ—â—kmâ—nship espy'd He did perceaue ingrauen â—bout the ring Sum lyn's in azure blew thame selfs bewray'd Whiche if obeyit it ends the ceasles stryfe Of Lissa's paine and with her paine her lyfe 16. Of me thow only mak a chois Tell thow with sleip thy self repose I am devysd thy light to hold Then but suspitione be thow bold 17. This youth had goth no sleip tuo dayes ago Wheir for to rest a great desyre he fand Bot woundred who so wee l his mynd did kno Assaying if his light theirin wold stand A suddane fear assaild his hawtie hairt He trembled and he quack'd in euerye pairt 18. And as a merchant in a darksum night Does trauell in a forrest all alone Wheir he before has sein a fearfull sight Of robbing Theeues and murtherers anone Does feare and faint and tremble yea and quak's So he In eury ioynt and sineu shak's 19. And wondred what this accident sould mein When presentlie their come vnto his thought The deing Knight he in the caue had sein Who told him all his trauell was for nought If once the tortche wer tint or gone or lost Lost wer her lyfe lost all his paine and cost· 20. Then Night begane to hyde her loathed heid Rendring her place unto
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