POETICAL WORKS

OF

EDMUND SPENSER.

VOL. IV.

CONTAINING HIS

FAERY QUEENE.

FROM MR. UPTON's TEXT.

When SPENSER saw the fame was spredd so large
Through Faery Land of their renowned Queene,
Loth that his Muse should take so great a charge,
As in such haughty matter to be seene,
To seeme a shepeheard then he made his choice,
But Sidney heard him sing, and knew his voice-
So SPENSER was by Sidney's speaches wonne,
To blaze her fame, not fearing future harmes----
So SPENSER now, to his immortall prayse,
Hath wonne the laurell quite from all his feres.

VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.

LONDON:

PRINTED FOR J. BELL, BOOKSELLER TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE PRINCE OF WALES.

THE FAERY QUEENE.

BOOK III. CANTO X.

Paridell rapeth Hellenore;
Malbecco her poursewes;

Fynds emongst Satyres, whence with him
To turne she doth refuse.

I.

THE morrow next, so soone as Phoebus' lamp
Bewrayed had the world with early light,
And fresh Aurora had the shady damp
Out of the goodly heven amoved quight,
Faire Britomart, and that same Faery knight
Uprose, forth on their iourney for to wend;
But Paridell complaynd that his late fight
With Britomart so sore did him offend,
That ryde he could not till his hurts he did amend.
11.

So foorth they far'd; but he behind them stayd
Maulgre his host, who grudged grievously
To house a guest that would be needes obayd,
And of his owne him lefte not liberty:
(Might wanting measure moveth surquedry.)
Two things he feared, but the third was death;
That fiers young man's unruly maystery,
His money, which he lov'd as living breath,
And his faire wife, whom honest long he kept uneath.

III.

But patience perforce he must abie

What Fortune and his Fate on him will lay;

Fond is the feare that findes no remedie:

Yet warily he watcheth every way,
By which he feareth evill happen may,
So th' evill thinkes by watching to prevent;
Ne doth he suffer her, nor night nor day,
Out of his sight herselfe once to absent;
So doth he punish her, and eke himselfe torment.
IV.

But Paridell kept better watch then hee,

A fit occasion for his turne to finde:

False Love! why do men say thou canst not see,
And in their foolish fancy feigne thee blinde,
That with thy charmes the sharpest sight doest binde,
And to thy will abuse? thou walkest free,
And seest every secret of the minde;

Thou seest all, yet none at all sees thee;
All that is by the working of thy deitee.

V.

So perfect in that art was Paridell,
That he Malbeccoes halfen eye did wyle:
His halfen eye he wiled wondrous well,
And Hellenor's both eyes did eke beguyle,
Both eyes
and hart attonce, during the whyle
That he there soiourned his woundes to heale,
That Cupid selfe it seeing, close did smyle,
To weet how he her love away did steale,

And bad that none their ioyous treason should reveale.

VI.

The learned lover lost no time nor tyde
That least avantage mote to him afford,
Yet bore so faire a sayle, that none espyde
His secret drift till he her layd abord.
Whenso in open place and commune bord
He fortun'd her to meet, with commune speach
He courted her, yet bayted every word,
That his ungentle hoste n'ote him appeach
Of vile ungentlenesse or hospitages breach.
VII.

But when apart (if ever her apart

He found) then his false engins fast he plyde,
And all the sleights unbosomd in his hart :
He sigh'd, he sobd, he swownd, he perdy dyde,
And cast himselfe on ground her fast besyde;
Tho when againe he him bethought to live,
He wept, and wayld, and false laments belyde,
Saying, but if she mercy would him give,
That he mote algates dye, yet did his death forgive.
VIII.

And otherwhyles with amorous delights
And pleasing toyes he would her entertaine,
Now singing sweetly to surprize her sprights,
Now making layes of love and lovers paine,
Bransles, ballads, virelayes, and verses vaine;
Oft purposes, oft riddles, he devysd,

And thousands like which flowed in his braine,
With which he fed her fancy, and entysd

To take to his new love, and leave her old despysd.