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his place.


But give me leave to follow mine emprise.” Through the dim fhade; that all men might it
Mammon was much displeasd, yet no'te he chase
But beare the rigour of his bold mesprise,

Yet was not that same her owne native hew, And thence him forward ledd, him further to en But wrought by art and counterfected thew, tise.

Thereby more lovers unto her to call;

Nath'lesse moft hevenly faire in deed and vew He brought him through a darksom narrow strayt; She by creation was, till she did fall, To a broad gate all built of beaten gold;

Thenceforth the fought for helps to cloke ha The gate was open, but therein did wayt

crime withall. A turdie villein, stryding fiffe and bold, As if that highest God defy he would;

There, as in gliftring glory she did fitt, In his right hand an yron club he held,

She held a great gold chaine ylincked well, But he himselfe was all of golden mould,

Whose upper end to highest heven was knitt, Yet had both life and fence, and well could weld And lower part did reach to lowest hell; That cursed weapon when his cruell foes he queld. And ali that preace did rownd about her swell

To catchen bold of that long chaine, thereby Disdayne he called was; and did disdayne

To climbe aloft, and others to excell;
To be so cald, and whoso did him call;

That was Ambition, raih desire to sty,
Sterne was his looke and full of ftomacke vayne, And every linck thereof a step of dignity.
His portaunce terrible, and stature tall,
For passing th' bight of men terrestriall,

Some thought to raise themselves to high degree Like an huge gyant of the Titans' race,

By riches and unrighteous reward; That made him scosne all creatures great and Some by close shouldring, some by flatteree ; small,

Others through friends, others for base regard; And with his pride all others powre deface ; And all by wrong waies for themselves prepard : More fict emongst black fiendes thed men to have those that were up themselves kept others low,

Those that were low themselves held others hard, ILII.

Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow, Soone as those glitterand armes he did espyć, But every one did strive his fellow downe to That with their brightnesse made that darknės throw.

light, His harmefull club he gan to hurtle hye,

Which whenas Guyon saw, he gan inquire, And threaten batteill to the Faety Knight ; What meant that preace about that ladies throne, Who likewise gan himselfe to batteill dight; And what she was that did so high aspyre ? Till Mammon did his hasty hand withhold, Him Mammon aniwered, “ That goodly one, And counseld him abstaine from perilous fight; " Whom all that folke with such contention Fr nothing might abash the villein bold, “ Due Anck about, my deare, my daughter is ; Ne mortall steele emperce his miscreated mould. “ Honour and dignitie from her alone

« Derived are, and all this worldes blis, S) having him with reasou pacifyde,

“ For which ye men doe ftrive; few gett, bo And the fiers carle commaunding to forbeare,

“ many mis. He brought him in : the rowme was large and wyde,

“ And fayre Philotime she rightly hight As it some gyeld or folemne temple weare ; “ The fairest wight that wonneth under skie, Niany great golden pillours did upbeare

" But that this darksom neather world her light The mały roofe, and riches huge sustayne; “ Doth dim with horror and deformity, And every pillour decked was full deare “ Worthy of heven and hye felicitie, With crownes and diademes, and titles vaine, * From whence the gods have her for envy Which mortall princes wore while they on earth

6 But fith thou hast found favour in mine eye,

“ Thy spouse I will her make, if that thou lust, A route of people there assembled were,

“ That she may thec advance for works and me Of every sort and nation under skye,

“ rits iuft." Which wich great uprore preaced to draw nere To th’ upper part, where was advaunced hye “ Gramercy, Mammon," said the gentle knight, A fately liege of foveraine maieftye :

« For so great grace and offred high estate ; And thereon fatt a woman gorgeous gay,

“ But I, that am fraile fileth and earthly wight, And richly cladd in robes of royaltye,

“ Unworthy match for such immortall mate That never earthly ptince in such aray [play. “Myselfe well wote, and mine unequall fate His glory did enhaunce, and pompous pryde dis " And were l not, yet is my trouth yplight,

“ And love avowd to other lady late, Her face right wondrous faire did seeme to bee, “ That to remove the same I have no might: That her broad beauties beam great brightnes “ To chaunge love causelesse is reprock to wara they

“ like knight."



a thrust;

did rayne.







That is the river of Cocytus deepe, Mammon emmoved was with inward wrath, la which full many souies do endlese wayle and Yet forcing it to fayde him forth thence ledd,

weepe. Through griefly shadowes by a beaten path, Into a gardin goudly garnished

Which to behold he clomb up to the bancke, With bcarbs and fruits, whose kinds mote not be And looking downe saw many damned wightes redd;

In those fad waves, which direfull deadly fancke Not such as earth out of her fruitfull woomb Plonged continually of cruell sprightes, Throwes forth to men, sweet and well savored, Thay with their picenus cryes and yelling farighee .But direfull deadly black both leafe and bloom, l'hey made the further fore resounden wide: Fitt to adorne the dead, and deck the drery combe. Emongst the rest of those fame sucfull fightes,

One cursed.creature he by chaunce espide, There mournfull cypresse grew in greated store, That drenched lay full deepe under the garde And trees of bitter gall, and heben fad,

lide. Deep Reeping poppy, and black hellebore,

LVIII. Cold coloquintida, and tetra mad,

Deepc was he drenched to the upmost chin, Mortall samnitis, and cicuta bad,

Yet gaped ftill as covering to drinke Which with th' unius Athenians made to dy Of the cold liquor which he waded in; Wise Jocrates, who thereof quaffing glad

And stretching forth his hand did often chinke Pour'd out his life, and last philosophy,

To reach the fruit which grew upon the brincke To the fayre Critias his deareft bclamy.

But both the fruit from hand, and food fror LII.

mouth, The gardin of Proserpina this hight,

Did Aly abacke, and made him vaindly swinche; And in the midt chereof a silver seat,

The whiles he sterv'd with hunger, and wit With a thick arber goodly over-dight,

drouth In which she often usd from open heat

He daily dyde, yet never throughly dyea couth. Herselfe to shroud, and pleasures to entreat; Next thercunto did grow a goodly tree,

The knight him seeing labour so in vainc, With brauoches broad dispredd and body great, Alkt who he was, and what he ment thereby? Clothed with Icaves, that none the wood mote Who groning deepe, thus answerd him againe ; see,

[bee. “ Most cursed of all creatures under lege, And loaden all with fruit as thick as it might " Lo, Tantalus, I here tormented lye,

« Of whom high love wont whylome feasted bee Their fruit were golden apples glifring bright, “ Lo here I now for want of food doc dye : That goodly was their glory to behold;

“ But if that you be such as I thee fee, On earth like never grew, ne living wight “? Of grace I pray thee give to cate and drinkee Like ever saw, but they from hence were sold ; For those which Hercules with conquest bold

LX. Got from great Atlas' daughters, hence began, “ Nay, nay, thou greedy Tantalus," quoth he, And planted there did bring forth fruit of gold; “ Abide the fortune of thy present fate, And those with which th' Eubean young man “ And unto all that live in high degree,

“ Ensample be of mind intemperate, Swist Atalanta, when through craft he her out “ To teach them how to use their present fate.

Then gan the cursed wretch alowd to cry, LV.

Accusing highelt love and gods ingrate, Here also sprong that goodly golden fruit And eke blafpheming Heaven bitterly, With which Aconuius got his lover trew,

As author of iniuftice, there to let him dye. Whom he had long time fought with fruitlefse suit;

He lookt a little further, and espyde Here eke that famous golden apple grew, Another wretch, whose carcas deepe was drent The which emongit the gods falie Are threw, Within the river, which the same did hyde; l'or which th' Idaan ladies disagreed,

But both his handcs, molt filthy feculent, Till partiall Paris dempt it Venus' dew,

Above the water were on high extent, And had of her fayre Helen for his meed, And saynd to wash themselves incessantly, That many noble Greekcs and Truians made to Yet nothing cleaner were for such intent, bleed.

But rather lowler seemed to the eye ;

So lost his labour vaine and ydle industry. The warlike elfe much wondıcd at this tree

LXII So fayre and great, that shadowed all the ground, The knight him calling, asked who he was? And his broad braurches, laden with rich fee, Who lifting up his head, him answerd thus ; Did fretch themfelves without the utnioft bound “ I Pilate am, the fallet iudge, alas ! of this great gardin, compat with a mound, “ And most uniut, that by unrighteous Which user-hanging, they themselves did steepe " And wicked doome, to lewes despiceous, in a blacke flood, which flow'd about it round, “ Delivered up the Lord of life to dye,









* And did acquite a murdrer felonous; Ne suffered luft his safety to betray; « The whyles my handes I washt in purity, So goodly did beguile the guyler of his pray. “ 'The whýles my soule was soyld with fowle ini« quity.”

And now he was so long remained theare,

That virall powres gan wexe both weake and wan, Infinit moe tormented in like paine

For want of food and Necpe, which two upbeare; He there beheld, too long here to be told; Like mightie pillours, this frayle tife of man, Ne Mammon would there let him long remayne, That none without the fame enduren can; For terrour of the tortures manifold,

For now three dayes of meh were full out-wrought, In which the damned soules he did behold; Since he this hardy enterprize began; But roughly him bespake : “ Thou fearefull foole, For thy great Mammon fayrely he besought " Why takest not of that same fruite of gold? Into the world to guyde him backe, as he him; Ne Gutest downe on that same filver stoole

brought. * To rest thy wearie person in the shadow

LXVI. u coole?

The god, though loth, yet was conftraynd t'obey LXIV.

For lenger time then that no living wight All which he did to do him deadly fall

Below the earth might fuffred be to stay; In frayle intemperaunce through linfull bayt, So backe againe bim brought to living light : To which, if he inclyned had at all,

But all fo soone as his enfeebled spright That dreadfull feend, which did behinde him Gan sucke this vitall ayre into his brest, wayte,

As overcome with too exceeding might. Would him have rent in thousand pieces Arayt; The life did Ait away out of her nett, Bue he was wary wise in all his way,

And all his fences were with deadly fit opprett. And well perceived his deceiptfull deight,

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Sir Guyon, layd in swowne, is by
Acrates sonnes despoyld;
Whom Arthure soone hath reskewed,
And paynim brethren foyld.




iv. Axo is thete care in heaven? and is there love The palmer lent his ear unto the nofce, In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace,

To weet who called so importunely; That may compassion of their evils move? Againe he heard a more efforced voyce, There is; else much more wretched were the cace, That bad him come in halte: he by and by Of men then beasts : but O th' exceeding grace

His feeble feet directed to the cry ; of highest God! that loves his creatures lo, Which to that shady delve him brought at laft, And all his workes with mercy doth embrace,

Where Mammon earst did sunne his threasary; That bleffed angels he sends to and fro

There the good Guyon he found Numbring fast To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. In senceles dreame, which light at first him fort

aghaft. How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to fuccour us that succour want?

Beside his head there fatt a faire young man, How oft do they with golden pineons cleave

Of wondrous beauty and of freshest yeares, The fitting kyes, like flying pursuivant,

Whose tender bud to blossome new began, Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant ?

And flourish faire above his equall peares; They for us fight, they watch and dewly ward, His snowy front curled with golden heares, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, Like Phæbus' face adornd with sunny rayes, And all for love and nothing for reward : Divinely shone, and two sharpe winged theares, O why should hevenly God to men have such Decked with diverse plumes, like painted jayes, regard?

Were fixed at his backe to cut his agery wayes. During the while that Guyon did abide

Like as Cupido on Idaean hill, In Mammon's house, the palmer, whom whyleare, When having laid his cruell bow away That wanton mayd of passage had denide, And mortall arrowes, wherewith he doth fill By further search had passage found elsewhere,

The world with murdrous spoiles and bloody pray And being on his way, approached neare

With his faire mother he him dights to play, Where Guyon lay in traunce; when suddeinly And with his goodly lifters, Graces three ; He heard a voyce that called lowd and cleare, The goddesse, pleased with his wanton play, " Come hether, hether, O come hastily!”

Suffers herselfe through sleepe beguild to bee, That all the fields resounded with the sucfull cry. The while the other ladics mind theyr mery glee.







“ Loe where he now inglorious doth lye, Whom when the palmer faw, abasht he was “ To proove he lived il, that did thus fowly die.". Through fear and wonder, that he nought could say,

To whom the palmer fearelesse answered, Till him the childe bespoke, “ Long lackt, alas! “ Certes, Sir knight, ye bene too much to blame, “ Hath bene thy faithfull aide in hard assay “ Thus for to block the honour of the dead, * Whiles deadly fitt thy pupill doth dismay. " And with fowle cowardize his carcas shame, “Behold this heavy fight, thou reverend fire, " Whose living handes immortalizd his name. « But dread of death and dolor doe away, “ Vile is the vengeaunce on the ashes cold, * For life ere long shall to her home retire, " And envy base to barke at fleeping fame : ks And he that breathlesse seems shall corage bold “ Was never wight that treason of him told; " respire.

“ Yourselfe his prowesse prov'd, and found him VIII.

“ fiers and bold." • The charge which God doth unto me arett, " Of his deare safety, I to thee commend; Then said Cymochles, “ Palmer, thou doelt dote, * Yet will I not forgoe, ne yet forgett

Ne canst of prowesse, ne of knighthood deeme, * The care thereof myselfe unto the end,

“ Save as thou seest or hcarst; but well I wote, “ But evermore him succour and defend

“ That of his puissaunce tryall made extreeme : “ Against his foe and mine ; watch thou, I pray; “ Yet gold all is not that doth golden seeme; * For evill is at hand him to offend.”

“ Ne al good knights that shake well speare and So having said, eftsoones he gan display

« Thield : His painted nimble winges, and vanillat quite “ The worth of all men by their end esteeme, away.

“ And then dew praise or dew reproch them yield;

“ Bad therefore I him decme that thus lies dead The palmer seeing his lcfte empty place,

on field." And his slow cies beguiled of their light, Woxe fore afraid, and standing still a space, “ Good or bad," gan his brother fiers reply, Gaz'd after him, as fowle escapt by flight: " What do I rekk:, fith that he dide entire ? At last, him turuing to his charge behight, « Or what doth his bad death now satisfy With trembling hand his troubled pulse gan try, The greedy hunger of revenging yre, Where finding life not yet dislodged quight, “ Sith wrathfull hand wrought not her owng He much reioyft, and courd it tenderly,

« defire ? As chicken newly hatcht, from dreaded destiny. " Yet fince no way is lefte to wrcake my spighe,

“ I will him reave of armes, the victor's hire, At last he spide where towards him did pace “ And of that shield, more worthy of good knight; Two paynim knights all armd as bright as skie, “ For why should a dead dog be deckt in armour And them belide an aged fire did trace,

u bright?" And far before a lighc-foote page did nie, That breathed strife and troublous enmitie. “ Fayr Sir!" said then the palmer suppliaunt, Those were the two sonnes of Acrates old, “ For knighthood's love doe not so fowle a deed, Who meeting carst with Archimago slie

“ Ne blame your honour with so thamefull vaunc Foreby that idle strond, of him were told

“ Of vile revenge : to spoile the dead of weed That he, which earst them combated was Guyon “ Is sacrilege, and doth all finnes exceed; bold.

“ But leave these relicks of his living might

“ To decke his herce, and trap his tomb-blacke Which to avenge on bim they dearly vowd,

6 steede." Where-ever that on ground they mote him find; " What herce or steed,” said he, “ should he have False Archimage provokt their corage prowd, And (tryfe-ful Arin in their stubborne mind « But be entombed in the raven or the kight ?" Coles of contention and whót vengeaunce tind. Now bene they come whereas the palmer sate, With that, rude hand upon his shield he laid, Keeping that llombring corse to him aslind, And th' other brother gan his helme unlace, Well knew they both his perfon, fith of late Both fiercely bent to have him disaraid; With him in bloody asmes they rafhly did debate. Till that they spyde where towards them did pace

An armed knight of bold and bounteous grace, Whom when Pyrochles faw, inflam'd with rage Whose squire bore after him an heben launce, That fire he fowl bespake; “ Thou dotard vile, And coverd fhield : well kend him so far space " That with thy brutenesse sendêt thy comely Th'enchaunter by his armes and amenaunce, age,

When under him he saw his Lybian Iteed te * Abandon Coone, I read, the caytive spoile

praunce ; " Of that same outcal carcas, that erewhile « Made itselfe famous through false trechery, And to those brethren fayd, “ Rise, rise bylive, "And crownd his coward crest with knightly “ And unto batteil doe yourselves addresle ; trile;

“ For yonder comes the prowest knight alive,


“ dight,




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