'Thereat that formost matrone me did blame,
And sharpe rebuke for being over bold;
Saying, it was to Knight unseemely shame
Upon a recluse Virgin to lay hold,
That unto Venus services was sold.

To whom I thus: "Nay, but it fitteth best
For Cupids man with Venus mayd to hold,
For ill your goddesse services are drest
By virgins, and her sacrifices let to rest."

'With that my shield I forth to her did show,
Which all that while I closely had conceld;
On which when Cupid, with his killing bow
And cruell shafts, emblazond she beheld,
At sight thereof she was with terror queld,
And said no more: but I, which all that while
The pledge of faith, her hand, engaged held,
Like warie Hynd within the weedie soyle,
For no intreatie would forgoe so glorious spoyie.

'And evermore upon the Goddesse face
Mine eye was fixt, for feare of her offence;
Whom when I saw with amiable grace
To laugh at me, and favour my pretence,

I was emboldned with more confidence;

And nought for nicenesse nor for envy sparing,
In presence of them all forth led her thence

All looking on, and like astonisht staring,

Yet to lay hand on her not one of all them daring

'She often prayd, and often me besought, Sometime with tender teares to let her goe, Sometime with witching smyles; but yet, for nought That ever she to me could say or doe,

Could she her wished freedome fro me wooc:
But forth I led her through the Temple gate
By which I hardly past with much adoe:
But that same Ladie, which me friended late
In entrance, did me also friend in my retrate.

'No lesse did Daunger threaten me with dread,
Whenas he saw me, maugre all his powre,
That glorious spoyle of beautie with me lead,
Then Cerberus, when Orpheus did recoure
His Leman from the Stygian Princes boure:
But evermore my shield did me defend
Against the storme of every dreadfull stoure:
Thus safely with my love I thence did wend’
So ended he his tale, where I this Canto end.

[From The Faerie Queene, Bk. vi.]

THE QUELLING OF THE BLATANT BEAST.

Through all estates he found that he had past, In which he many massacres had left,

And to the Clergy now was come at last;

In which such spoile, such havocke, and such theft
He wrought, that thence all goodnesse he bereft,
That endlesse were to tell. The Elfin Knight,
Who now no place besides unsought had left,

At length into a Monastere did light,

Where he him found despoyling all with maine and might

Into their cloysters now he broken had,

Through which the Monckes he chaced here and there,
And them pursu'd into their dortours' sad,
And searched all their cels and secrets neare:
In which what filth and ordure did appeare,
Were yrkesome to report; yet that foule Beast,
Nought sparing them, the more did tosse and teart,
And ransacke all their dennes from most to least,
Regarding nought religion, nor their holy heast.

From thence into the sacred Church he broke,
And robd the Chancell, and the deskes downe threw,
And Altars fouled, and blasphemy spoke,

And th' Images, for all their goodly hew,

Did cast to ground, whilest none was the i to rew;

1 dormitories.

So all confounded and disordered there:
But, seeing Calidore, away he flew,
Knowing his fatall hand by former feare;
But he him fast pursuing soone approched nearc

Him in a narrow place he overtooke,
And fierce assailing forst him turne againe :
Sternely he turnd againe, when he him strooke
With his sharpe steele, and ran at him amaine
With open mouth, that seemed to containe
A full good pecke within the utmost brim,
All set with yron teeth in raunges twaine,
That terrifide his foes, and armed him,
Appearing like the mouth of Orcus griesly grim!

And therein were a thousand tongs empight
Of sundry kindes and sundry quality;

Some were of dogs, that barked day and night;
And some of cats, that wrawling still did cry;
And some of Beares, that groynd continually;
And some of Tygres, that did seeme to gren
And snar at all that ever passed by:

But most of them were tongues of mortall men,
Which spake reprochfully, not caring where nor when

And them amongst were mingled here and there The tongues of Serpents, with three forked stings, That spat out poyson, and gore-bloudy gere,

A: ail that came within his ravenings;
And spake licentious words and hatefull things
Of good and bad alike, of low and hie,
Ne Kesars spared he a whit, nor Kings;
But either blotted them with infamie,

O bit them with his banefull teeth of injury.

Full cruelly the Beast did rage and rore

To be downe held, and maystred so with might,
That he gan fret and fome out bloudy gore,
Striving in vaine to rere him selfe upright:

For still, the more he strove, the more the Knight

Did him suppresse, and forcibly subdew,
That made him almost mad for fell despight :
He grind, hee bit, he scratcht, he venim threw,
And fared like a feend right horrible in hew:

Or like the hell-borne Hydra, which they faine That great Alcides whilome overthrew,

After that he had labourd long in vaine

To crop his thousand heads, the which still new
Forth budded, and in greater number grew.
Such was the fury of this hellish Beast,

Whilest Calidore him under him downe threw;
Who nathemore his heavy load releast,

But aye, the more he rag'd, the more his powre increast.

Tho, when the Beast saw he mote nought availe

By force, he gan his hundred tongues apply,

And sharpely at him to revile and raile

With bitter terms of shamefull infamy;

Oft interlacing many a forged lie,

Whose like he never once did speake, nor heare,

Nor ever thought thing so unworthily:

Yet did he nought, for all that, him forbeare,

But strained him so streightly that he chokt him ncare.

At last, when as he found his force to shrincke
And rage to quaile, he tooke a muzzel strong
Of surest yron, made with many a lincke:
Therewith he mured up his mouth along,
And therein shut up his blasphemous tong,
For never more defaming gentle Knight,
Or unto lovely Lady doing wrong;

And thereunto a great long chaine he tight,

With which he drew him forth, even in his own despight

Like as whylome that strong Tirynthian swaine Brought forth with him the dreadfull dog of hell, Against his will fast bound in yron chaine,

And, roring horribly, did him compell

To see the hatefull sunne, that he might tell

To griesly Pluto what on earth was donne,

And to the other damned ghosts which dwell

For aye in darkenesse, which day-light doth shonne:
So led this Knight his captyve with like conquest wonne.

Yet greatly did the Beast repine at those

Straunge bands, whose like till then he never bore,

Ne ever any durst till then impose;

And chauffed inly, seeing now no more

Him liberty was left aloud to rore:

Yet durst he not draw backe, nor once withstand

The proved powre of noble Calidore,

But trembled underneath his mighty hand,

And like a fearefull dog him followed through the land.

Him through all Faery land he follow'? so,

As if he learned had obedience long,

That all the people, where so he did go,

Out of their townes did round about him throng,

To see him leade that Beast in bondage strong;
And seeing it much wondred at the sight:
And all such persons as he earst did wrong

Rejoyced much to see his captive plight,

And much admyr'd the Beast, but more admyr'd the Knight

Thus was this Monster, by the maystring might

Of doughty Calidore, supprest and tamed,

That never more he mote endammadge wight
With his vile tongue, which many had de amed,
And many causelesse caused to be blamed.
So did he eeke long after this remaine,
Until that, (whether wicked fate so framed
Or fault of men,) he broke his yron chaine,
And got into the world at liberty againe.

So now he raungeth through the world againe,
And rageth sore in each degree and state:
Ne any is that may him now restraine,
He growen is so great and strong of late,
Barking and biting all that him doe bate