There the alighted from her light-foot beast, And fitting downe upon the rocky fhore, Badd her old fquyre unlace her lofty creaft; Tho having vewd awhile the furges hore, That gainst the craggy clifts did loudly rore, And in their raging furquedry difdaynd That the faft earth affronted them so fore, And their devouring covetize reftraynd, Thereat the fighed deepe, and after thus com- playnd.
"Huge fea of forrow, and tempestuous griefe, "Wherein my feeble barke is toffed long, "Far from the hoped haven of reliefe, "Why doe thy cruel billowes beat so strong, "And thy moyft mountaines each on others " throng,
"Threatning to swallow up my fearefull lyfe? "O doe thy cruell wrath and fpightfull wrong "At length allay, and ftint thy ftormy ftryfe, "Which in thy troubled bowels raignes and rageth ryfe;
"For els my feeble veffel, craz'd and crackt "Through thy ftrong buffets and outrageous "blowes,
"Cannot endure, but needes it must be wrackt "On the rough rocks, or on the fandy fhallowes, "The whiles that Love it fteres, and Fortune 46 rowes;
"Love (my lewd pilott) hath a reftlesse mind, " And Fortune (boteswaine) no assuraunce knowes, "But faile. withouten ftarres gainft tyde and "winde :
"How can they other doe, sith both are bold and "blinde?
Her former forrow into fudden wrath (Both ceofen paffions of diftroubled spright) Converting, forth fhe beates the dusty path; Love and defpight attonce her corage kindled hath,
As when a foggy mist hath overcast
The face of heven, and the cleare ayre engroste, The world in darknes dwels, till that at last The watry fouth-winde from the fea-bord cofte Upblowing doth disperse the vapour loste, And poures itselfe forth in a stormy showre; So the fayre Britomart, having discloste Her clowdy care into a wrathfull ftowre, The mist of griefe diffolv'd did into vengeance
Eftfoones her goodly fhield addreffing fayre, That mortall fpeare fhe in her hand did take, And unto battaill did herfelfe prepayre. The knight approaching fternely her befpake; "Sir Knight, that doest that voyage rafhly make "By this forbidden way in my defpight, "Ne doeft by others death enfample take, "I read thee foone retyre, whiles thou haft might, "Leaft afterwards it be too late to take thy "flight."
Ythrild with deepe difdaine of his proud threat, She fhortly thus; "Fly they that need to fly; "Wordes fearen babes; I meane not thee entreat "To passe; but maugre thee will pafs or dy." Ne lenger ftay'd for th' other to reply, But with fharpe fpeare the rest made dearly knowne :
Strongly the ftraunge knight ran, and sturdily Strooke her full on the breft, that made her downe Decline her head, and touch her crouper with her
But the againe him in the fhield did fmite With fo fierce furie and great puissaunce, That through his three-fquare fcuchin percing quite,
And through his mayled hauberque, by mischaunce The wicked steele through his left fide did glaunce; Him fo transfixed fhe before her bore Beyond his croupe, the length of all her launce, Till fadly foucing on the fandy shore He tombled on an heape, and wallowd in his gore.
Like as the facred oxe, that careleffe ftands With gilden hornes and flowry girlonds crownd, Proud of his dying honor and deare bandes, Whiles th' altars fume with frankincense arownd, All fuddeinly with mortall stroke aftownd, Doth groveling fall, and with his streaming gore Diftaines the pillours and the holy grownd, And the faire flowres that decked him afore: So fell proud Marinell upon the pretious shore.
The martiall mayd ftayd not him to lament, But forward rode, and kept her ready way Along the ftrond; which, as the over-went
Soone as the up out of her deadly fitt Arofe, the badd her charett to be brought, And all her fifters, that with her did fitt, Bad eke attonce their charetts to be fought: Tho full of bitter griefe and penfive thought She to her waggon clombe; clombe all the rest, And forth together went, with forrow fraught: The waves obedient to their beheaft
Them yielded ready paffage, and their rage fur- ceaft.
"Th' immortall name, with which thee yet un "borne
"Thy grandfire Nereus promift to adorne? "Now lyeft thou of life and honor refte; "Now lyeft thou a lumpe of earth forlorne; "Ne of thy late life memory is lefte; "Ne can thy irrevocable defteny bee wefte.
"Fond Proteus, father of falfe prophecis, "And they more fond that credit to thee give, "Not this the worke of woman's hand ywis, "That fo deepe wound through these deare "members drive.
"I feared love; but they that love doe live; "But they that dye do nether love nor hate: "Nath'leffe to thee thy folly I forgive, "And to myfelfe, and to accurfed Fate, "The guilt I doe afcribe; deare wifedom bought "too late.
Great Neptune ftoode amazed at their fight, Whiles on his broad rownd backe they foftly flid, Andeke himselfe mournd at their mournfull plight," O what availes it of immortall feed
Yet wift not what their wailing ment, yet did, For great compaffion of their forrow, bid His mighty waters to them buxome bee: Eftefoones the roaring billowes fill abid, And all the griefly monsters of the fee Stood gaping at their gate, and wondred them to
"To beene ybredd and never borne to dye? "Farre better I it deeme to die with speed, "Then wafte in woe, and wailful miferye: "Who dyes the utmost dolor doth abye, "But who that lives is lefte to waile his loffe; "So life is loffe, and death felicity: "Sad life worse than glad death; and greater
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