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Both Scudamour and Artegall
Doe fight with Britomart;
He sees her face, doth fall in love,
And soone from her depart.



Wat equall torment to the griefe of mind,
And pyning anguish hid in gentle hart,
'That inly feeds itself with thoughts unkind,
And nourisheth her owne contuming smart ?
What medicine can any leaches art
Yeeld such a fore, that doth her grievance hide,
And will to none her maladie impart ?
Such was the wound that Scudamour did gride,
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Who having left that restlesse honse of Care,
The next day as he on his way did ride,
Full of melancholie and sad misfare
Through misconceipt, all unawares espide
Anarmed knight under a forrest fide
Sitting in Thade belide his grazing stecde ;
Who, soune as them approaching he descride,
Gan towards them to pricke with eger speede,
That seem'd he was full bent to some mischievous


Whereto thus Scudamour; “ Small harme it were “ For any knight upon a ventrous knight “ Without displeasance for to prove his fpere : “ But reade you, Sir, fith ye my name have highes “ What is your owne, that I mote you requite." “ Certes," layd he, " ye mote as now excuse “ Me from discovering you my name aright; " For time yet serves that I the same refuse, “ But call ye me the Salvage Knight, as others use." “ Then this, Sir Salvage Knight," quoth he,

arecde; Or doe you here within this forrest wonne, (That seemeth well to answere to your weede) “ Or have ye it for some occasion donne ? “ 'That rather seemes, fith knowen armes ye

“ fhonne.” “ This other day,” sayd he, “ a stranger knight « Shame and dishonour hath unto me donne, “ Om whom I waite to wreake that foul despight, “ Whenever he this way thall pasie by day of

night." “ Shame be his meede," quoth he, “ that meaneth

“ shame : “ But what is he by whom ye shamed were ?". “ A straunger knight,” said he, “ unknowne by

name, “ But knowne by fame, and by an hebene speare, “ With which he all that met him downc od “ He in an open turney, lately held,

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Which Scudamour perceiving, forth issewed To have rencountred him in equall race ; But soone as th' other nigh approaching vewed The armes he bore, his speare he gan abase, And voide his course; at which so suddain case He wondred much : but th'ocher thus can lay; “ Ah, gentle Scudamour ! unto your grace " I me submit, and you of pardon pray, “ That almost had against you trespassed this

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And having me, all wearie earst, downe feld, Whom without perill he cannot invade : " The fayrelt ladie reft, and ever since withheld.” With such fell greedines he her assayled,

That though the mounted were, yet he her made When Scudamour heard mention of that speare, To give him ground, (so much his force preHe wilt right well that it was Britomart;

vayled) The which from him his fairest love did beare: And shun his mightie strokes, gainst which no Tho gan he swell in every inner


armes avayled. For fell despight, and gnaw his gealous hart ; That thus he sharply fayd; “ Now by my head, So as they coursed here and there, it chaunit “ Yet is not this the first unknightly part That in her wheeling round, behind her crest " Which thar fame knight, whom by his launce I So forely he her strooke, that thence it glaunit read,

Adowne her backe, the which it fairely blest * Hath doen to noble knights, that many makes From foule mischaunce; ne did it ever rest, him dread:

Till on her horse's hinder parts it fell,

Where byting deepe, so deadly it impreft, " For lately he my love hath fro me reft, That quite it chynd his backe behind the fell, 6 And eke defiled with foule villanie

And to alight on foote her algates did compell. " The sacred pledge which in his faith was left, " In shame of knighthood and fidelitie,

Like as the lightning brond from riven skje, * The which ere long full deare he shall abie; Thrownc out by angry love in his vengeance, " And if to that avenge by you decreed

With dreadfull force falls on some fteeple hie, " This hand may helpe, or succour ought supplie, Which battring downe, it on the church doth " It shall not fayle whenso ye shall it need."

glance, So both to wreake their wrathes on Britomart and teares it all with terrible mischance: agreed.

Yet she no whit dismayd her steed forfooke,

And casting from her that enchaunted lance, Whiles thus they communed, lo farre away Unto her sword and shield her foone betooke, A knight soft ryding towards them they spyde, And therewithall at him right furiously inc Attyr'd in forraine armes and straunge aray;

Itrooke. Whom when they nigh approcht, they plaine descryde

Sa furiously she strooke in her first heat, To be the same for whom they did abyde. Whiles with long fight on foot he breathlesie Sayd then Sir Scudamour,“ Sir Salvage Knight, " Let me this crave, fith first I was defyde,

That she him forced backward to retreat, " That first I may that wrong to him requite; And yeeld unto her weapon way to pas; ** And if I hap to fayle, you fall recure my Whose raging rigoor neither steele nor bras " right."

Could stay, but to the tender firsh it went,

And pour'd the purple bloud forth on the gras, Which being yeelded, he his threatfull speare That all his mayle yriv'd and plates yrent, Gan fewter, and againk her fiercely ran;

Shew'd all his bodic bare unto the cruell dent. Who soone as she him saw approching neare With fo fell rage, herselfe she lightly gan

At length whenas he saw her hastie heat To dighe, to welcome him well as she can; Abate, and panting breath begin to fayle, But entertained him in so rude a wife,

He through long fafferance growing now more That to the ground the smote both horse and man;

great, Whence neither greatly halted to arise,

Rose in his strength, and gan her fresh afsayle, But on their common harmes together did devise. Heaping huge strokes as thicke as showre of hayle,

And lashing dreadfully at every part, But Artegall beholding his mischaur :e,

As if he thought her soule to disentrayle. New matter added to his former fire,

Ah! cruell hand, ard thrise more cruell hart! And eft aventring his steele-headed launce, That workst such wrecke on her to whom thou Against her rode, full of despiteous ire,

dearest art. That nought but spoyle and vengeance did require;

What yron courage ever could endure But to himselfe his felonous intent

To worke such outrage on so fayre a crcature; Returning, disappoinced his desire,

And in his madnefse thinke with hands impure Whiles unawares his faddle he forwent,

To spoyle so goodly workmanship of Nature, And found himseife on ground in great amaze The Maker selfe resembling in her feature ?

Certcs fome hellish furie or fonie feend

This mischicfe framd, for their first loves de Lightly he started up out of that stownd, And snatching forth his direfull deadly blade, To bath their hands in bloud of dearest freend, Did leape to her, as doth an eger hound

Thereby to make their loves beginning their lives Thrult so 20 hynd within some covert glade,



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But her of pardon prayd more eardellie, Thus long they trac'd and traverst to and fro, Or wreake on him her will for so great iniurie. Sottietimes pursewing and sometimes purse wed, Still as advantage they efpyde thereto;

Which whenas Scudamour, who now abrayd But toward th' end Sir Artegall renewed

Beheld, whereas he stood not farre aside, His strength still more, but the till more de- He was therewith right wondrously dismayd, crewed.

And drating nigh, whenas he plaine defcride At last his lucklesse hand he heav'd on high, That pcereleffe paterne of Dame Nature's pride Having his forces all in one accrewed,

And heavenly image of perfection, And therewith stroke at her su hideoullie,

He bleft himselfe, as one sure terrifide; That seemed nought but death more be her de- And turning feare to faint devotion, stinie.

Did worship her as some celestiall vilion. IX. The wicked stroke upon her helmet chaunst; But Glauce, seeing all that chaunced there, And with the force, which in itselfe it bore, Well weeting how their ertour to afsoyle, Her ventayle shard away, and thence forth glaunft Full glad of to good end, to them drew nere, Adowne in vaine, ne harm'd her any more. And her falewd with seemely bel-accoyle, With that her angel's face, unseene afore,

Joyous to see her safe after long toyle; Like to the ruddie Morne appear'd in light, Then her befought, as she to her was deare, Deawed with silver drops through sweating fore; To graunt unto those warriours truce awhyle; But somewhat redder than befeem'd aright, Which yeelded, they their bevers up did rcare, Through toylefone hcate and labour of her wcary And Thew'd themfelves to her such as indeed they fight :

*XVI. And round about the same her yellow heare, When Britomart, with sharpe avizefull eye, Having through stirring loofd their wonted band, Beheld the lovely face of Artegall, Like to a golden border did appeare,

Tempred with fterneffe and stout maiestie, Framed in goldsmithes forge with cunning hand; She ĝan eftsoones it to her mind to call Yet goldsmithes cunning could not understand To be the same which in her father's hall To frame foch subtile wire, so thinie cleare; Long lince in that enchaunted glasse she sawi For it did glister like the golden fand,

Therewith her wrathfull courage gan appall, The which Pactolus with his waters there

And haughtie spirits meekely to adaw, Throwes forth upon the rivage round about him That her enhaunced hand she downe can soft withe






And as his hand he up againe did rcare,
Thinking to worke on her his atmost wracke,
His powrelesse arme, benumbed wich secret

From his revengefull purpose fhronke abacke,
And cruell sword out of his fingers slacke
Fell downe to ground, as if the steele had senice,
And felt some ruth, of fence his hand did lacke,
Or both of them did thinke obedience
To doe to fo divine a beauties excellence.



Yet the it forft to have againe upheld,
As fayning choler, which was turn'd to cold;
But ever when his visage Me beheld,
Her liand fell downe, and would no longer hold
The wrathfull weapon gainst his countnance bok':
But when in vaine to fight me ofc assayd,
She arm'd her tongue, and thought at him to
Nathlesse her tongue not to her will obayd,
But brought forth speeches myld, when she would
have mislayd.

But Scudamour, now woxen inly glad
That all his gealous feare he false had found,
And how that hag his love abused had
With breach of faith and loyaltie unsound,
The which long time his grieved hart did wound,
He thus bespake; “ Certes, Sir Artegall,
“ I ioy to see you lout fo low on grund,
“ And now become to live a ladies thrall,
“ That whylcme in your miode wont to despist

“ thein all."

And he himselfc long gazing thereupon,
At last fell humbly uowne upon his knee,
And of his wonder made religion,
Weening some heavenly goddesse he did fee,
Or else unweering what it elfe might bee,
And pardon her befought his errour frayle,
That had done outrage in so high degree;
Whileft trenibling horrour did his sense assayle,
And made ech member quake, and manly hart to

Natheleffe re full of wrath for that late stroke,
All that long while upheld her wrathfull hand,
With fell intent on him to bene ywroke;
And looking ferne, ftill over him did stand,
Threarning to strike unlelle he would withstand;
And bad him rife, or surely he should die :
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That by the swift recourse of flushing blood Right plaine appeard, though the it would dif-To whom thus Britomart ; " Certés, Sir knight, . semble,

• What is of her become, or whether reft, And fayned till her former angry mood,

“ I cannot unto you aread aright; Thinking to hide the depth by troubling of the “ For from that cime I from enchaunter's theft flood.

“ Her freed, in which ye her all hopelesse left,

“ I her preserv'd from perill and from feare, When Glauce thus gan wisely all upknit ;

“ And evermore from villenie her kept; " Ye gentle Knights ! whom Fortune here hath Ne ever was there wight to me more deare “ brought

“ Then she, ne unto whom I more true love did “ To be spectators of this uncouth fit,

« beare: " Which secret Fate hath in this ladie wrought

Against the course of kind, ne mervaile nought, “ Till on a day, as through a desert wyld
" Ne thenceforth feare the thing ihat hethertoo " We travelled, both wearie of the way,
“ Hath troubled both your mindes with idle “ We did alight, and fate in shadow myld,
" thought,

“ Where fearelesse I to Beepe me downe did lay : Fearing leat the your loves away should woo, " But whenas I did out of llcepe abray, * Feared in vaine, Ath meants yo lee there wants “ I found her not where I her left whylcare, " chcrctoo.

“ But thought she wandred was, or gone astray ;

“ I cal'd her loud, I sought her farre and neare, And you, Sir Artegall, the Salvage Knight, “ But no where could her find, nor tydings of her Henceforth may not disdainc, that woman's

“ hearc." " Hath conquered you anew in second fight ; When Seudamour those heavie tydings heard, " For whylome they have conquered sea and land, His hart was thrild with point of deadly feare, “ And heaven itselfe, that nought may them with Ne in his face or bloud os life appeard,

But senfelesle stood, like to a mazed steare, " Ne henceforth be rebellious unto love,

That yet of mortal stroke the stound doth beare ; * That is the crowne of knighthood, and the band Till Glauce thus : “ Faire Sir, bc noughe dismayd * Of noble minds desived from above,

“ With needlesse dread, till certaintic ye heare, * Which being knit with vertue never will re. “ For yet she may be fase, though somewhat

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“ Its best to hope the best, though of the worst And

you, faire Ladie Knight! my dearest dame,
Relene the rigour of your wrathfull will, Nathlefse he hardly of her chearefull speech
Whose fire were better turn'd to other flame, Did comfort cakc, or in his troubled fight
And, wiping out remembranee of all ill, Shew'd change of better cheare ; so fore a breach
Graunt him your grace, but so that he fulfill That sudden newes had made into his spright,

The penance which ye shall to him empart ; Till Britomart him fairely thus behight;
For lovers heaven must passe by forrowes hell." “ Great cause of sorrow, certes, Sir ye have ;
Thereat full inly blushed Britomart;

“ But comfort take; for by this heaven's light bul Artegall, close-Imyling, iogd in secret hart. “ I vow you dead or living not to leave,

« Till I her find, and wreake on him that did her let durft he not make love so suddenly, Ve thinke th' affection of her hart to draw Prom one to other fo quite contrary :

Therewith he rested, and well pleased was. Befides, her modest countenance he saw

So peace being confirm'd amongst them all, to goodly grave and full of princely aw,

They tooke their steeds, and forward thence did pas That it his ranging fancie did refraine,

Unto some resting place, which mote befall, And looser thoughes to lawfull bounds withdraw; All being guided by Sir Astegall; whereby the passion grew more fierce and faine, Where goodly solace was unto them made, wike to a stubborne steede whom (trong hand And dayly feasting both in bowre and hali, would restraine.

Untill that they their wounds well healed had,

And wearie limmes recur'd after late ufage bad But Scudamour, whose hart twixt doubtfull feare

And feeble hope, hung all this while suspence, In all which time Sir Artegall made way
Defiring of his Amoret to heare

Unto the love of noble Britcmart,
Some gladfull newes and sure intelligence, And with meeke service and much suit did lay
Her thus bespake; “ But, Sir, without offence Continuall fiege unto her gentle hart;
- Mote I request you tydings of my love,

Which being whylome launcht with lovely dart, * My Amoret, lich you her freed fro thence, More each was new impression to seccive; * Where she captived long great woes did prove, However the her paynd with womanish art That were ye left I may her feeke, as dosh be- To hide her wound, that none might it perceive :

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Forth on his way to which he was ybent ; So well he woo'd her, and so well he wrought her Ne wight him to attend, or way to guide, With faire entreatie and sweet blandishment, As whylome was the custome ancient That at the length unto a bay he brought her, Mongst knights, when on adventures they did So as she to his speeches was content

ride, lo lende an eare, and softly to relent.

Save that she algates him awhile accompanide. At last, through many vowes which forth he pour’d,

And by the way she sundry purpose found And many othes, she yeelded her consent

Of this or that the time for to delay, To be his love, and take him for her lord, And of the perills whereto he was bound, Till they with mariage might finish that accord. The feare whereof seem'd much her to affray;

But all she did was but to weare out day. Tho when they had long time there taken rest, Full oftentimes the leave of him did take, Sir Artegall (who all this while was bound And eft againe deviz's somewhat to say Upon an hard adventure yet in quest)

Which she forgot, whereby excuse to make; Fit time or him thence to depart it found, So loth she was his companie for to forsake. To follow that which he did long propound, And unto her his congé came to take;

At last, when all her speeches she had spent, But her there-with fubi fore displeafd he found, And new occasion fayld her more to And loth to leave her late betrothed make, She left him to his fortune's government, Her dearest love full loth fo Ihortly to forsake. And backe returned with right heavie mind

To Scudamour, whom she had left behind; Yet he with strong perswafions her asswaged,

With whom she went to seck faire Amoret, And wonne her will to suffer him depart; Her second care, though in another kind; For which his faith with her he fast engaged, l'or vertue's onely fake, which doth beget And thousand vowes from bo tome of his hart, True love and faithfull friendship, she by her did That all fo foone as he by wit or art

set. Could that atchieve whereto he did aspire, He unto her would speedily revert ;

Backe to that desert forrest they retyred, No longer space thereto he did desire,

Where foric Britomart had lost her late ; But till the horned moone three courses did ex. There they her fought, and every where inquired pire.

Where they might tydings get of her estate; XLIV.

Yet found they none : but by what haplelle fate, With which she for the present was appeased, Or hard misfortune, she was thence convasd, And yeelded leave, however malcontent

And stolne away from her beloved mate, She inly were, and in her mind displeased, Were long to tell; therefore I here will stay So early on the morrow next he wcat

Untill another tyde, that I it finish may.



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