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Lo 1, the man whose Muse whylome did maske And thou mosi dreaded impe of highest Jove, As time her taught, in lowly shepheards weeds, Faire Venus' sonne, that with thy cruell dart An now enfort a farre anfitter taske,

At that good knight so cunningly didst rove, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds, That glorious fire it kindled in his hart, And fing of knights and ladies gentle deeds, Lay now thy deadly heben bowe apart, Whose praises having slept in silence long, And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde; Me all too meane the sacred Muse areeds Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart, Ta blazon broadc amongst her learned throng : In loves and gentle jolitics arraid, [layd. Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my After his murdrous spoyles and bloody rage al

And with them eke, O goddesse heavenly bright, Help then, O holy Virgin! chiefe of Ngae, Mirrour of grace and majettie divine, Thy weaker novice to perform thy will;

Great Ladie of the greatest Me, whose light Lay forth out of thine everlasting (cryne

Like Phæbus lampe throughout the world doth The antique rolles which there lye hidden fill, Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne, (shine, Of Faerie knights and fayreft Tanaquill,

And raise my thoughtes, too humble and too vile, Whom that most poble Briton prince so long To think of that true glorious type of thine,

Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill, The argument of mine aflicted file; ! That I must rue his undeserved wrong:

The which to hear vouchsafe, O dearest dread! O kelpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull

a while. Vol. II,




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The patron of true Holinessc
Foule Errour doth defeat ;
Hypocrisie, him to entrappe,
Doth to his home entreate.


As one that inly mourned; fo was the sad, A GENTLE knight was pricking on the plaine, And havie sate upon her palfrey flow; Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Seemed in hearte fome hiuden cure she had ; Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, And by her in a line a milke-white lambe the lad. The cruel markes of many' a bloody fielde ; Yet armes till that time did he never wield: So pure and innocent, as that fame lambe, His angry steede did chide his foaming bitt, She was in life and every virtuous lore, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : And by descent from royall lynage came Full joily knight he seem'd, and faire did sitt, Of ancient kinges and queenes, that hud of yore As oue for knightly giusts and fierce encounters · heir scepters stretcht from cast to westerne share fict.

And all the world in their subjection held,

Till that infernal fend with foule uprore And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore, Forwasted all their land, and them expeld ; (peld. The deare remenbrance of his dying Lord, Whom to avenge, she had this knigh: from far comFor whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, cver him ador'd :

Behind her farre away a dwarfe did lag, Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, | That lafie seemd, in being ever last, For soveraine hope, which in his helpe he had. Or wcaried with bearing of her bag Right, faithfull, true he was in derd and word; Of needmients at his backe. Thus as they paft, But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; 'The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad. And angry Jove an hideous stoi me of raine

Did pou. e into his la unis lap fo fast, Upon a great adventure he was bond,

That everie wight to fhrowd it did conftrain;[fair. That greatest Gloriana to him gave,

And this faire couple eke to throud themselves were (That greatest glorious Queene of Faery Lond) To winne him worshippe, and her grace to have,

Enforft to feeke some covert nigh at hand, Which of all earthly thinges he most did crave. A Shadic grove not farr away they spide, And ever, as he rode, his hart did carne

That promist ayde the tempest to withstand, To prove his puissanec in bartel brave;

Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommer's pride, Upon his foe, and his new force to learne; Did spred to broad, that heaven's hght did hide, Upon his foe, a dragon horrible and stearne. Not perceable with power of any starr;

And all within were pathes and alicies wide, A lovely ladie rode him faire beside,

With footing worne, and leading inward farre : Upon a lowly affe more white then snow; faire harbour that them seems so in they entrcdarra. Yet the much whiter, but the same did hide Under a vele, that wimpled was full low; And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, And over all a blackc fole thee did throw, Joying to heare the birdes (wecte harmony,








Which therein shrouded from the tempelt dred, But forth unto the dark som hole he went,
Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. And looked in : his ylistring armor made
Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, A little glooming light, much like a rade,
The sayling pipe, the cedar proud and call, By which he saw the ugly muntter plaine,
The vide-propp elme, the poplar never dry, Halfe like a ferpent horribly displaide,
The builder oake, fole king of forests all, But th' other halfe did woman's shape retaine,
The aspine, good for staves, the cypresse funerall. Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile didaine.
The laurel, meed of ruightie conquerours And as the lay vpoi che durtie ground,
And poets fage, the firre that weepeth still, Her huge long taile her den all overspred
The willow, worne of forlorne paramours, Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound,
The eugh, obedient to the bender's will, Pointed with murtal fting : of her there bred
The birch for saftes, the fallow for the mill, A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,
The mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound, Sucking upon her poisonous dugs; each one
The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill, of sundrie shapes, yet all ill-favored :
The fruitfull olive, and the platane round, Soone as that uncouth light upon them Thone,
The tarver holme, the mapple, seeldom inward Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.

There dam upstart out of her den effraide,
Led with delight they thus beguile the way, And rushed forth, hurling her hidcous taile
Untill the blufiring tforme is overblowne; About her cursed bead, whose folds difplaid,
When weeding to returne, whence they did stray, Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile
They cannot finde that path, which first was showne, she looke about, and seing one in mayle,
But wander too and fro in waies unknowne Armed to point, fought backe to turne againe;
Furtheft from cod then, when they neereft weene, For light she hated as the deadly bale,
That makesthem doubt :heir wits be not their owne: Ay wont in desert darkness to renaine, (plaine.
So maoy pathes, so many turnings secne, [beene. Where plain none might her fee, nor she see any
That which of them to take in diverse doubt they

Which when the valiant elfe perceiv’d, he lept At last resolving forward fill to fare,

As lyon fierce upon the flying pray, Till that some end they find, or in or out, And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept That path they take that beaten feemd most bare, From turning backe, and forced her to Itay: And like to lead the labyrinth about;

Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray, Which when by trad they hunted had throughout, And turning fierce her speckled raile advaunst, As length it brought them to a hollowe cave Threatening her angry fting him to dismay; And the thickest woods. The champion stout Who nought aghaft his mightie hand enhaunst; Eitscones difmounted from his courser brave, The froke down from her head unto her shoulder Add to che dwarfe awhile his acedles spere he gave. glaunft. 11.

IVII. * Be well aware,” quoth then that ladie milde, Much daunted with that dine her fence was dazd, "Left fodden mischiefe ye too rash provoke : Yet kindling rage, herselfe the gathered round,

The danger hid, the place unknowne and wilde, And all at once her beastlie bodie raizd * Bresdes dreadfull doubts : oft fire is without With doubled forces high above the ground: a smoke,

Tho wrapping up her wreathed iterne are

are wid, " And perill wichout show: therefore your Aroke, Lept fierce upon his shield, and her huge traine

Sir Knight, with-hold, till further tryall made." - II suddenly about his body wound, Ah, Ladie," fayd he, “ Thame were to revoke That hand or foot to stirr he ftrove in vaine. * The forward footing for an hidden shade : God helpe the man fo wrapt in Errour's endlesse * Virtue gives herself light through darknesse for traine. "to wade.

XIX. 1111.

His lady, sad to see histure constraint, [ye bee; * Yea bat," quoth she, “ the peril of this place Cride out, “ Now, now, şir Knight, thew what "I better wot then you, though nowe too late “ Add faith unto your force, and be not faint

To with you backe returne with foul disgrace; Strangle her, els the sure will strangle thee." " Yet wisedome warnes, whileft foot is in the gate, That when he heard, in greac perplexitie, "To lay the steppe, ere forced to retrate. His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine, ** This is the Wandring Wood, the Errour's den, And knitting all his force, got one hand free,

A monster vile, whom Gud aud dan does hate: Wherewith he gript her gorge with lo great paine, * Therefore I read beware." « Fly, Ay," quoth then That foon to loose her wicked bands did her con The fearefull dwarfe; “ this is no place for living ftraine. " men." XIV.

Therewith the spewd out of her filthie maw But fall of fire and greedy hardiment,

A floud of poyfun horrible and blacke, The youthful knighe could not for ought be faide, Full of great lumps of flesh and gobbets raw,

Which Itund so vildly, that it forlt bim Nacke






His graspirig hold, and from her turne him backe: Now needeth him no longer labour spend,
Her vomit full of bookes and papers was,

His foes have faine themselves, with whom he With loathly frogs and toads, which eyes did lacke,

should contend. And creeping fought way in the weedy gras :

XXVII. Her filthie parbreake all the place defiled has. His lady, seeing all that chaunft from farre,

Approcht in haft to greet his victorie, As when old Father Nilus gins to swell

Andsaide, “Faire Knight,borne under happie starre With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale, “ Who fec your vanquisht foes before you lye, His fattie waves doe fertile flinie outwell,

“Well worthie be you of that armory, And overflow each plaine and lowly dale; “ Wherein you have great glory wodne this day, But when his later spring gins to avale, (breed “ And proov'd your strength on a strong enimie, Huge heaps of mudd he leaves, wherein there “ Your first adventure : many luch I pray, Ten thousand kindes of creatures, partly male “ And henceforth ever with that like succeed il And partly femall, of his fruitful seed;

“ may." Such ugly monitrous shapes elsewhere may no man reed.

Then mounted he upon his steede againe,

And with the lady backward sought to wend : The same so sorc aninoyed has the knight, That path he kept which beaten was most plaine, That wel nigh choked with the deadly stinke, Ne ever would to any by-way bend; His forces faile, ne can no lenger fight.

But fill did follow one into the end, Whose corage when the frend perceived to starinke, The which at last out of the wood them brought She poured forth out of her hellith firke

So forward on his way (with God to frend) Her fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small, He palled forth, and new adventure sought : Deformied monfters, fowle, and blacke as inke, Long way he traveiled before he heard of ought. Which swarming all about his legs did crall, And him encombred fore, but could not hurt at all. At length they chaunst to geet upon the way

An aged fire, in long blacke weedes yciad, A gentle Mepheard in sweete eventide,

His feete all bare, his beard all huarie gray, When ruddy Phrbas gins to welke in west, And by his belt his booke he hanging had; High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide, Sober he seemde, and very sagely fad, Markes which doe byte their hafty supper best; And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent, A cloud of cumbrous knattes doe him molest, Simple in thew, and voide of malice bad; All ftriving to infixe their feeble stinges,

And all the way he prayed as he went, That from their noyance he no where can rest, And often knockt his brest, as one that did repen! But with his clownish hands their tender wings He brushcth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings. He faire the knight faluted, louting low,

Who faire him quited, as that courteous was; Thus ill beítedd, and fearfull more of fame And after asked him, if he did know "Then of che certeine perill he stood in,

Of straunge adventures which abroad did pas ? Halfe furious unto his foe he carne,

"Ah! my dear Some," quoth he,“ how thouis (Resolvd in minde all suddenly to win,

" alas! Or soone to lose, before he once would lin) “ Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell, And stoke at her wih more than manly force; Bidding his beades all day for his treipas, That from her body, full of filthie fin,

* Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell? He raft her hatetull heade without remorse : “ With holy father fits not with such thinges : A streame of cole-black blord forth from her corse.


XXXI. Her scattred brood, soone as their parent deare “ But if of daunger, which hereby doth dwell, They saw so rudely falling to the ground, “ And home-bredd evil, ye defire to heare, Groning full deadly all with troublous feare, “ Of a firaunge man I can you tiding, tell, Gathred themselves about her body round.

“That waiteth all this countrie furre and neare. Weening their wonted entranxe to have found “ Of fuch,” said he, “ I chiefly doe inquere ; At her wide mouth; but being there withstood, “ And shall thee well rewarde to thew ihe place 'They flocked all about her bleeding wound, " In which that wicked wight his dayes du And sucked up their dying mother's bloud, Making her deach their life, and eke her hurt « For to all Inighthood it is foule disgrace their good.

“ That such a curled creature lives so long a space XXVI. That dereftable fight him much amazd,

“ Far hence," quoth he, “ in waftfull wilderner To see th' unkindly impes of heaven accutst " His dwelling is, by which no living wight Devoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd, “ May ever palle, but thorough great citrato Having all satisfide their bloudy thurst,

“ Now,” faide the ladie, “ draweth toward nig! Their bewies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst, <And well I wote, that of your later tight And bowels gushing forth : well worthy end « Ye all forwearied be : for what fo ftrong, (f such as drunke her life, the which them nurst. 6 But wanting rest will also want of might?





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“ The sunne, that measures heaven all day long, * At night doth baite his Itecdes the occan waves He making speedy way through sperfed ayre, "emong.

And through the world of waters wide and deepe, IXXIII.

To Morpheus' house doch haftily repaire. u Then with the sunne take, Sir, your timely rest Anid the bowels of the earth full stoepe, « And with new day new worke at once begin : And low, where daw ng day doth never peepe, « Untroubled night, they say, gives counsell beft.” | His dwelling is, there Tethys his we bed “ Right well, Sir Knight, ye have advised biri," Doth ever wash, and Cynthia ftill doth steepe, Quoth then that aged man; “ the way to win In filver deaw, his ever-drouping hed, " Is wisely to advise. Now day is spent,

Whiles fad Night over him her mantle black " Therefore with me ye may take up your in (tent; doth spred. " For this same night." The Knight was well conbo with that godly father to fiis home they went. Whose double gates he findeth locked falt,

The one faire fram'd of burnishe yvory, A little lowly hermitage it was,

The other all with silver overcast; Down in a dale, hard by a forest's side,

And wakeful dogges before thein farre doe lye, Far from resort of people that did pas

Watching to bamih Care their enimy, la traveill to and froe: a little wyde

Who oft is wont co trouble gentle sleepe. There was an holy chappell edifyde,

By them the fprite doth passe in quietly, Wherein the hermite dewly wont to say

And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deeps His holy things each morne and eventyde; In drowfie fit he findes; of nothing he takes keepe. Thereby a christall Arcame did gently play, Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway. And more to lulle him in his number foft, XXXV.

A trickling streame from high rock rumbling Arrived there, the little house they fill,

downe, Ne looke for entertainement where none was ; And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Reit is their feast, and all things at their will: Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the fowne The noblest mindothe best contentment has. Of swarming becs, did cast him in a swowne. With faire discourse the evening so they pas; No other noyfe, nor peoples soublous cryes, For that olde man of pleasing wordes had fore, As till are wont t'annoy the walled towne, And well could file his congue, as smooth as glas : Might there be heard ; but careless Quiet lyes, He told of sainter and popes, and evermore Wrapt in eternal silence farre from en.myes. He ftrowd an Ave Maty after and before,

The messenger approching to him (pake, The drouping night thus creepeth on them falt, But his waste wordes recournd to him in vaine ; And the Lad humor loading their eye-liddes, Co found he slept, that nought mought him awake. As messenger of Morpheus on them cait

Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with paine, Sweet flombring deaw, the which to sleep them whereat he gan to streth; but he againe biddes :

Shocke him lo hard, that forced him to speake. Loto chcir lodgings then his guestes he riddes; As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine Where when all drowo'd in deadly fleepe he findes, Is tost with troubled fights and fancie: weake, He to his studie gocè, and there, amiddes

He mumbled soft, but wouldnot all his silencebreake. His magick bookes, and artes of sundrie kindes,

XLII. He fecks out mighty charmes to urouble Deepy The sprite then gan niore boldly him to wake, mindes,

And threatened unto him the dreaded name

Of Hecate; whereat he gan to quake, Then choosing out few words most horrible, And lifting up his lompith head with blame (Let none them read) thereof did verses frame, Half angrie, asked him, for what he came? With which, and other spelles like terrible, “ Hether," quoth he, “ me Archimago fent, He bad awake blacke Plotoe's gricily dame ;

" He that the stubborne sprites can wisely tape, And cursed Heaven, and spake reproachful thane “ He bids thee to him send for his intent Of highest God, the Lord of life and light. “ A fit fălfe Drcamie, that can delude the Deepers

* fent " A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name Grea: Gorgon, prince of darkness and dead night, At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight. The god obayde ; and calling forth straight way

A diverse dreame out of his prison darke, And forth he cald, out of deepe darknes dredd, Delivered it to him, and downe did lay Legions of sprights, the which, like litle flycs, His heavie head, de void of careful carke, Flattring about his ever damned hedd,

Whose sences all were ftraight benumbd, and Awaite, whereto their service he applyes,

starke. To aide his friendes, or fray his enimies :

He backe returning by the yvorie dore,
Of those he chose out two, the falselt twoo, Remounted up as light as chcarcfull larke,
And fittelt for to forge true-seeming lyes;

And on his little winges the Dreame he bore The one of them he gave asmessage too,

In hast unto his lorde, where he him left afore The other by himself (taide other worke to doo.






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