The Faerie Queene (20 page)

And then with words & weedes of wondrous might,

On them she workes her will to vses bad:

My lifest Lord she thus beguiled had;

For he was flesh: (all flesh doth frailtie breed.)

Whom when I heard to beene so ill bestad,

Weake wretch I wrapt my selfe in Palmers weed,

And cast to seeke him forth through daunger and great dreed.

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Now had faire
Cynthia
by euen tournes

Full measured three quarters of her yeare,

And thrise three times had fild her crooked homes,

Whenas my wombe her burdein would forbeare,

And bad me call
Lucina
to me neare.

Lucina
came: a manchild forth I brought:

The woods, the Nymphes, my bowres, my midwiues weare,

Hard helpe at need. So deare thee babe I bought,

Yet nought too deare I deemd, while so my dear I sought.

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Him so I sought, and so at last I found,

Where him that witch had thralled to her will,

In chaines of lust and lewd desires ybound,

And so transformed from his former skill,

That me he knew not, neither his owne ill;

Till through wise handling and faire gouernance,

I him recured to a better will,

Purged from drugs of foule intemperance;

Then meanes I gan deuise for his deliuerance.

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Which when the vile Enchaunteresse perceiu'd,

How that my Lord from her I would repriue,

With cup thus charmd, him parting she deceiu'd;

Sad verse, give death to him that death does give,

And losse of love, to her that loues to live,

So soone as Bacchus with the Nymphe does lincke,

So parted we and on our iourney driue,

Till comming to this well, he stoupt to drincke:

The charme fulfild, dead suddenly he downe did sincke.

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Which when I wretch, Not one word more she sayd

But breaking off, the end for want of breath,

And slyding soft, as downe to sleepe her layd,

And ended all her woe in quiet death.

That seeing good Sir
Guyon,
could vneath

From tears abstaine, for griefe his hart did grate,

And from so heauie sight his head did wreath,

Accusing fortune, and too cruell fate,

Which plunged had faire Ladie in so wretched state.

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Then turning to his Palmer said, Old syre

Behold the image of mortalitie,

And feeble nature cloth'd with fleshly tyre,

When raging passion with fierce tyrannie

Robs reason of her due regalitie,

And makes it seruant to her basest part:

The strong it weakens with infirmitie,

And with bold furie armes the weakest hart;

The strong through pleasure soonest falles, the weake through

[smart.

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But temperance (said he) with golden squire

Betwixt them both can measure out a meane,

Neither to melt in pleasures whot desire,

Nor fry in hartlesse griefe and dolefull teene.

Thrise happie man, who fares them both atweene:

But sith this wretched woman ouercome

Of anguish, rather then of crime hath beene,

Reserue her cause to her eternall doome,

And in the meane vouchsafe her honorable toombe.

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Palmer (quoth he) death is an equall doome

To good and bad, the common Inne of rest;

But after death the tryall is to come,

When best shall be to them, that liued best:

But both alike, when death hath both supprest,

Religious reuerence doth bury all teene,

Which who so wants, wants so much of his rest:

For all so great shame after death I weene,

As selfe to dyen bad, vnburied bad to beene.

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So both agree their bodies to engraue;

The great earthes wombe they open to the sky,

And with sad Cypresse seemely it embraue,

Then couering with a clod their closed eye,

They lay therein those corses tenderly,

And bid them sleepe in euerlasting peace.

But ere they did their vtmost obsequy,

Sir
Guyon
more affection to increace,

Bynempt a sacred vow, which none should aye releace.

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The dead knights sword out of his sheath he drew,

With which he cut a locke of all their heare,

Which medling with their bloud and earth, he threw

Into the graue, and gan deuoutly sweare;

Such and such euill God on
Guyon
reare,

And worse and worse young Orphane be thy paine,

If I or thou dew vengeance doe forbeare,

Till guiltie bloud her guerdon doe obtaine:

So shedding many teares, they closd the earth againe.

Babes bloudie hands may not be clensd,
   the face of golden Meane.
Her sisters two Extremities:
   striue her to banish cleane.

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Thus when Sir
Guyon
with his faithfull guide

Had with due rites and dolorous lament

The end of their sad Tragedie vptyde,

The litle babe vp in his armes he hent;

Who with sweet pleasance and bold blandishment

Gan smyle on them, that rather ought to weepe,

As carelesse of his woe, or innocent

Of that was doen, that ruth emperced deepe

In that knights heart, and wordes with bitter teares did steepe.

2
Ah lucklesse babe, borne vnder cruell starre,

And in dead parents balefull ashes bred,

Full litle weenest thou, what sorrowes are

Left thee for portion of thy liuelihed,

Poore Orphane in the wide world scattered,

As budding braunch rent from the natiue tree,

And throwen forth, till it be withered:

Such is the state of men: thus enter wee

Into this life with woe, and end with miseree.

3
Then soft himselfe inclyning on his knee

Downe to that well, did in the water weene

(So loue does loath disdainfull nicitee)

His guiltie hands from bloudie gore to cleene.

He washt them oft and oft, yet nought they beene

For all his washing cleaner. Still he stroue,

Yet still the litle hands were bloudie seene;

The which him into great amaz'ment droue,

And into diuerse doubt his wauering wonder cloue.

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He wist not whether blot of foule offence

Might not be purged with water nor with bath;

Or that high God, in lieu of innocence,

Imprinted had that token of his wrath,

To shew how sore bloudguiltinesse he hat'th;

Or that the charme and venim, which they druncke,

Their bloud with secret filth infected hath,

Being diffused through the senselesse truncke,

That through the great contagion direfull deadly stunck.

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Whom thus at gaze, the Palmer gan to bord

With goodly reason, and thus faire bespake;

Ye bene right hard amated, gratious Lord,

And of your ignorance great maruell make,

Whiles cause not well concerned ye mistake.

But know, that secret vertues are infusd

In euery fountaine, and in euery lake,

Which who hath skill them rightly to haue chusd,

To proofe of passing wonders hath full often vsd.

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Of those some were so from their sourse indewd

By great Dame Nature, from whose fruitfull pap

Their welheads spring, and are with moisture deawd;

Which feedes each liuing plant with liquid sap,

And filles with flowers faire
Floraes
painted lap:

But other some by gift of later grace,

Or by good prayers, or by other hap,

Had vertue pourd into their waters bace,

And thenceforth were renowmd, & sought from place to place.

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Such is this well, wrought by occasion straunge,

Which to her Nymph befell. Vpon a day,

As she the woods with bow and shafts did raunge,

The hartlesse Hind and Robucke to dismay,

Dan Faunus
chaunst to meet her by the way,

And kindling fire at her faire burning eye,

Inflamed was to follow beauties chace,

And chaced her, that fast from him did fly;

As Hind from her, so she fled from here enimy.

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At last when fayling breath began to faint,

And saw no meanes to scape, of shame affayd,

She set her downe to weepe for sore constraint,

And to
Diana
calling lowd for ayde,

Her deare besought, to let her dye a mayd.

The goddesse heard, and suddeine where she sate,

Welling out streames of tears, and quite dismayd

With stony feare of that rude rustick mate,

Transformd her to a stone from stedfast virgins state.

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Lo now she is that stone, from whose two heads,

As from two weeping eyes, fresh streames do flow,

Yet cold through feare, and old concerned dreads;

And yet the stone her semblance seemes to show,

Shapt like a maid, that such ye may her know;

And yet her vertues in her water byde:

For it is chast and pure, as purest snow,

Ne lets her waues with any filth be dyde,

But euer like her selfe vnstained hath beene tryde.

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From thence it comes, that this babes bloudy hand

May not be clensd with water of this well:

Ne certes Sir striue you it to withstand,

But let them still be bloudy, as befell,

That they his mothers innocence may tell,

As she bequeathd in her last testament;

That as a sacred Symbole it may dwell

In her sonnes flesh, to minde reuengement,

And be for all chast Dames an endlesse moniment.

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He hearkned to his reason, and the childe

Vptaking, to the Palmer gaue to beare;

But his sad fathers armes with bloud defilde,

An heauie load himselfe did lightly reare,

And turning to that place, in which whyleare

He left his loftie steed with golden sell,

And goodly gorgeous barbes, him found not theare.

By other accident that earst befell,

He is conuaide, but how or where, here fits not tell.

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Which when Sir
Guyon
saw, all were he wroth,

Yet algates mote he soft himselfe appease,

And fairely fare on foot, how euer loth;

His double burden did him sore disease.

So long they traueiled with litle ease,

Till that at last they to a Castle came,

Built on a rocke adioyning to the seas,

It was an auncient worke of antique fame,

And wondrous strong by nature, and by skilfull frame.

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Therein three sisters dwelt of sundry sort,

The children of one sire by mothers three;

Who dying whylome did diuide this fort

To them by equall shares in equall fee:

But strifull minde, and diuerse qualitee

Drew them in parts, and each made others foe:

Still did they striue, and dayly disagree;

The eldest did against the youngest goe,

And both against the middest meant to worken woe.

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Where when the knight arriu'd, he was right well.

Receiu'd, as knight of so much worth became,

Of second sister, who did far excell

The other two;
Medina
was her name,

A sober sad, and comely curteous Dame;

Who rich arayd, and yet in modest guize,

In goodly garments, that her well became,

Faire marching forth in honorable wize,

Him at the threshold met, and well did enterprize.

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She led him vp into a goodly bowre,

And comely courted with meet modestie,

Ne in her speach, ne in her hauiour,

Was lightnesse seene, or looser vanitie,

But gratious womanhood, and grauitie,

Aboue the reason of her youthly yeares:

Her golden lockes she roundly did vptye

In breaded tramels, that no looser heares

Did out of order stray about her daintie eares.

16
Whitest she her selfe thus busily did frame,

Seemely to entertaine her new-come guest,

Newes hereof to her other sisters came,

Who all this while were at their wanton rest,

Accoutring each her friend with lauish fest:

They were two knights of perelesse puissance,

And famous far abroad for warlike gest,

Which to these Ladies loue did countenaunce,

And to his mistresse each himselfe stroue to aduaunce.

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He that made loue vnto the eldest Dame,

Was tight Sir
Huddibras,
an hardy man;

Yet not so good of deedes, as great of name,

Which he by many rash aduentures wan,

Since errant armes to sew he first began;

More huge in strength, then wise in workes he was,

And reason with foole-hardize ouer ran;

Sterne melancholy did his courage pas,

And was for terrour more, all armd in shyning bras.

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But he that lou'd the youngest, was
Sons-lay,

He that faire
Vna
late fowle outraged,

The most vnruly, and the boldest boy,

That euer warlike weapons menaged,

And to all lawlesse lust encouraged,

Through strong opinion of his matchlesse might:

Ne ought he car'd, whom he endamaged

By tortious wrong, or whom bereau'd of right.

He now this Ladies champion chose for loue to fight.

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These two gay knights, vowd to so diuerse loues,

Each other does enuie with deadly hate,

And dayly warre against his foeman moues,

In hope to win more fauour with his mate,

And th'others pleasing seruice to abate,

To magnifie his owne. But when they heard,

How in that place straunge knight arriued late,

Both knights and Ladies forth right angry far'd,

And fiercely vnto battell sterne themselues prepar'd.

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But ere they could proceede vnto the place,

Where he abode, themselues at discord fell,

And cruell combat ioynd in middle space:

With horrible assault, and furie fell,

They heapt huge strokes, the scorned life to quell,

That all on vprore from her settled seat,

The house was raysd, and all that in did dwell;

Seemd that lowde thunder with amazement great

Did rend the ratling skyes with flames of fouldring heat.

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The noyse thereof calth forth that straunger knight,

To weet, what dreadfull thing was there in hand;

Where when as two braue knights in bloudy fight

With deadly rancour he enraunged fond,

His sunbroad shield about his wrest he bond,

And shyning blade vnsheathd, with which he ran

Vnto that stead, their strife to vnderstond;

And at his first arriuall, them began

With goodly meanes to pacifie, well as he can.

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But they him spying, both with greedy forse

Attonce vpon him ran, and him beset

With strokes of mortall steele without remorse,

And on his shield like yron sledges bet:

As when a Beare and Tygre being met

In cruell fight on lybicke Ocean wide,

Espye a traueiler with feet surbet,

Whom they in equall pray hope to deuide,

They stint their strife, and him assaile on euery side.

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But he, not like a wearie traueilere,

Their sharpe assault right bloudy did rebut,

And suffred not their blowes to byte him nere,

But with redoubled buffes them backe did put:

Whose grieued mindes, which choler did englut,

Against themselues turning their wrathfull spight,

Gan with new rage their shields to hew and cut;

But still when
Guyon
came to part their fight,

With heauie load on him they freshly gan to smight.

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As a tall ship tossed in troublous seas,

Whom raging windes threatning to make the pray

Of the rough rockes, do diuersly disease,

Meetes two contrary billowes by the way,

That her on either side do sore assay,

And boast to swallow her in greedy graue;

She scorning both their spights, does make wide way,

And with her brest breaking the fomy waue,

Does ride on both their backs, & faire her selfe doth saue.

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So boldly he him beares, and rusheth forth

Betweene them both, by conduct of his blade

Wondrous great prowesse and heroick worth

He shewd that day, and rare ensample made,

When two so mighty warriours he dismade:

Attonce he wards and strikes, he takes and payes,

Now forst to yield, now forcing to inuade,

Before, behind, and round about him layes:

So double was his paines, so double be bis prayse.

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Straunge sort of fight, three valiaunt knights to see

Three combats ioyne in one, and to darraine

A triple warre with triple enmitee,

All for their Ladies froward loue to gaine,

Which gotten was but hate. So loue does raine

In stoutest minds, and maketh monstrous warre;

He maketh warre, he maketh peace againe,

And yet his peace is but continuall iarre:

O miserable men, that to him subiect arre.

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Whilst thus they mingled were in furious armes,

The faire
Medina
with her tresses torne,

And naked brest, in pitty of their harmes,

Emongst them ran, and falling them beforne,

Besought them by the womb, which them had borne,

And by the loues, which were to them most deare,

And by the knighthood, which they sure had sworne,

Their deadly cruell discord to forbeare,

And to her iust conditions of faire peace to heare.

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But her two other sisters standing by,

Her lowd gainsaid, and both their champions bad

Pursew the end of their strong enmity,

As euer of their loues they would be glad.

Yet she with pitthy words and counsell sad,

Still stroue their stubborne rages to reuoke,

That at the last suppressing fury mad,

They gan abstaine from dint of direfull stroke,

And hearken to the sober speaches, which she spoke.

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Ah puissaunt Lords, what cursed euill Spright,

Or fell
Erinnys
in your noble harts,