pure And not agreing with my heighe estait To sue for grace whene I should leiue secure But o quod she if I indecent proue Not I but shameles tyraneizing loue 26. The ravening wolf the simple lamb did catche Whom on he thought to fill to feid to prey When lo the princelie lyone did him watche First him he slew then brought the lamb away Tho once from death he did the lamb releefe Afarr more crewel death he did it geue 27. This wolf was Argalantes I the lambe And thow the princilie lyone made me fre When lo thyne eyes more crewell bands ' did framme And band and chain'd and link't my hairt to the Ah deir Pelympus deir too deir it feares me Loue shame fear hait in thousand peicees tears me 28. Thow stole my hairt out throw my besome poure But o sweit stelth swâ—it theef I pardone the Myne eyes thow tooâ— and did their ayde procure And thus I help't to steill my self to the Deip sobâ— and tears heir stayd hir wofull speche And with dumbe signes his pitie did beseeche 29. But all this tyme the Prince look't doune to ground Rueth reasâ—one pitie wo amaizement bred Yet in his besome loue no place hade founde But myldest pitie hade so far him led That hardlie he from yeilding was refraind Yet thus he answers and from loue restraind 30. Madame quod he your luckles loue I rew And would it mend if with my life it stood Too base my birthe fair Princes is for yow My woorth too small to equaleize your blood I will not hait and yet I most not loue Mars doth my hert from Cupid far remoue 31. Then dryue those fonde affections frome your mynd Let your wyse hairt calme loue leue secure Loue is a monster furius ferâ— and blynd And I 'm an errant Knight base woorthles poorâ— I 'le serue yow still if yow but loue for beir In ioy in greif in confort hope in feir 3â— Forbeir quod she and must I then forbeir O? mad misluck O? loue O? chaunce O Fate O loue O torment great O greif o fear O? plague of plagues O desperat deceat O sting O deadlie Poysione of the hairt O hell of mightie mynds o death O smairt 33. Forbeir to loue O word of sad disgrace The task begune by loue must loue not end Natur had fram'd the fair and sweet alace But the a crewell Tygers mynd did send O crewell nature man O man to crewell To foule a blot to staine so fair a Iewell 34. And loue forbeir alace that word forbeir O sad decrie O sentence of my death O torment of my soule from verteus spheir Could suche disdane and loath sum hait tak breth Thou loues to liue in scorn of loue and me I liue to loue and looth'd for loue must die 35. And now alace the houre approched nye When her sweet lyfe that sweet hold must leaue She drawes a knyfe which hange low be her thie And tuix her breist's a flood-gat vp she reaue Wheir pitie loue and beautie long with stoode The fatall knyfe the lyfe the vitall bloode 36. From him she turn'd her face did this fact Then turns and say's without a shrink or paine Receaue this solemne sacrafeize I mak Vpone the altare of thy heighe disdaine Deir sweet receaue my hairt my lyfe my loue My Virgine soule Fairweell I must remoue 37. And now the starre light of her eyes grew dimme Her fair sweet face vpone her shoulder fell In her paill looks sad pitie lookt on him Her trembling kneis grew weak doun she fell Lyik ane fair floure pure beautifull and young By frost new slaine youth had but newly sprung 38. â—une as discoloured opell's change and turne The whyte now wan now pale heir reid their blew Her louelye whyte grew pale and seem'd to murne The reid in spot's did change to azure hew The Sune grew dimme and smylling heau'ns did louâ— The cloud 's did murne floods of tears doun powre 39. The Prince that saw both lyfe and soule was gone His mightie mynd began for to relent His syght his speeche his sense him left a none Woe sorow cair greif sadnes discontent His lyfe and breath clos'd in his hairt withall Pale cold and dead he on her breist did fall 40. Thow lyes Penardo dead vpoune the ground Whom myghtie armies could not ouerthrow Nor losse of blood nor many greuous wound Could mak the shrink or flie or yeeld or bow Altho she dyed for loue and for thy hait Yet should thow not be blam'd bot crewell fate 41. But Fortune wold extinguish put out His shynning lampe of conquest prais and fame For Doreo that long hade sought them out With iclousie and loue despight and shame Was thither led whene he this sight did vew Bothe ioy and greif dispair and hait ensue 42. Ioyfull he was to sie Pelympus dead But deadlie wofull for his mistres deir Tuix contrar passiones finds he no remead At last reuenge on his dead corpes he sweir That wheir before he was renound praisde His infamie to heaune should now be rais'd 43. The fatall knyfe which in her brest he spyed He pulls away and putt's into the place The Princes dagger then alowd he eryede Ah treassone tresson ah wo wo alace Whoe 's dâ—eidfull noyes thâ—ow all the palace ring 's And thither Lords Knights Erles Barones brings 44. When they had hard sein this wofull sight Their come the King the Quene the Ladyes all Great was their cair their angwish their despight They weep they murne they sigh they cry they cal That roks wodes montanes sound furth sad dispair Whoe 's Echos fill the earthe and emptie aer 45. Yet some more ware and wyse perseauit the Prince Noâ— dead but falne a soune the whiche thy tell In chains in cord's in gyues they brought him thence Vnto a dungeone deep and dark lyk Hell When he reveiu'd and fand him self in chains He woundred muche at last he thus complains Penardo his complaint WHat do I liue quod He And speek and sie breath Whoe 's damned soule the heaun's abhors And â—kornes to geue me death And of that guer done due For sinâ— they me depryue Till I should daylie leiue and die Ten thousand deaths a lyue Come death teir furth my hairt My too too crewell hairt That of my loue more then deseru'd Did skorne she should haue paire But death sence thow art vsde Poore virgins lyfes to tak Thow pities so to ease my paine Since hell abhors my fact Yow fearfull monstres all Yow feends yow furies felt Yow Centaurs Harpy's Hydra's foull Yow Gorgons grim of Hell Come Plutos damned Ghosts Come all since death delayes With legiouns of your greislie troups I 'le feght and end my dayes But o yow fear to veiu worse then your selfs can be Mo torments in my soule abyds Then yow in Hell can see Fa'ine would I flie my self Becaus my self I
fear For still my self within my self A thousand Hellâ— doth beir But wheir o wheir is she Wheir is that Angell fair With whom abod al grace al good Al loue al beauty rair Ah thryce vnhappie Me Ah my disdane had pow're To reaue the Heaun's thair Darling deir And earthe her fairest flour My haples slouth before Bereft a Virgiâ—â— breath And now disdane my mad disdane Ane other brought to death Why stay 't I not alace With fair Philena still She would haue geuen me due rewarde And hade preueind this ill O fantasyes O dreams O foolish visiones O Why gaue I credit vnto yow That twyce hes wroght my woe But wofull monstre I Of luckles loue alace That still must leiue in endles paine Least death my sorowes chace 46. Thus in this agoneizing greif he lay Long in this doungeone filthie deep and dark Fast bound in chains nor saw he sight of day And still bewaild his lyfe his chance his wrak And this his murning wo greif sorow care Turn'd vnto madnes oft and oft dispair 47. But all this tyme great wo great paine great greife Prince Doreo took for his deir Ladies death And still his mynd was bent on heighe mischeefe He sought reuenge with furie raige and wraith For in his craft his malice his despight This vitious wrong he wrought that valiant Knight 48. Whill to this gardyne I did walk he sayd I harde a sound a voyce a call a cry Ah Heauns preserue me let me die a Mayde Thither I ranne but when I come hard by The Murderer me saw and faind he fainted And fell as lyfe breath sense and soule he wanted 49. I litle caird his feir his fate his fall But to the Ladie rann whom soone I knew I cryd and in my wofull airmes withall I took her vp but gone was her fair hew I cald her once onee lookt she in my face Once spak this word ah wofull word ALACE 50. Into her fair and yuorie breist abaid The instrument of that fearce tyranes wraith I puld it furthe and their with all she said Thow come to lait for to preuent my death Her hand I gote fairweell she wold haue sayde Wheirof but fair her laister breath furth-layde 51. These speeches spak Prince Doreo and with all So wo begone and sorowfull he sem'd Oft stopd by sighes and oft would tears doun fall That eury one him prais'd and much esteem'd And then the King in wraith reuenge and ire Commands Pelympus should be brint in fyâ—e 52. The night before this wofull Prince should dye For her he murnes on her he calls he cryes So does the lap-wing when some Sheiphird by Her brood bereaues all day all night she flies And weips and calls Yet sleips or night be past So weeps the Pâ—ince and so he slâ—eps at last 53. And in his sleep the Angell did appeir That wairn'd him from Philena for to flie And lookt on him with fearce and angrie cheir Saying Penardo O Penardo sie Ioues wraith prononced if thow not soone repent Thy wicked thoughts thy words and thy complainâ— 54. Thow doest refuse his help his grace his ayde Thow still rebells gainst mightie Ioues decree Thy greif at Hells wyde mouth thy Soule has layde O wrarche O man from sinne refraine or die O sie behold thy plaints and Ioues heighe wraith Leids the to paine to hell to endles death 55. Thy visiones come from heauns and not from hell Why temps thow then heighe heaune with plaints and tears He hes decreit what e're to the befell Do then what he ordains leaue greifs and fears Eune of thy good he maks thy self the meins But thow his goodnes grace loue preueins 56. Vodinas blood on her owne head shall fall A iust rewaird for her vniust desyre For her owne sinne and her fore fathers all That race in her must end their prowd empyre Nor in thy loue no intrest hade ye Dame Ane other of more woorth shall win the same 57. Who shall preserue thy lyfe ere it belong Flie not heauns ioy heauns peace but heaune obey This sayd his face lyk lightning beam's ouâ— flong That fild the house with glorius glistring ray Which doone the Angell thence him self convoyeâ— And left him fild with conforts hops and ioyes 58 Then ioyfull he awaks and watis the houre Of lyfe or death as mightie Ioue thought meit No plaints but prayers did the Prince furthe powre Vpone the altar of repentance sweitt And still he sighd he murn'd he plaind he prayde To God for grace for help releefe and aydâ— 59 Now come the tyme wheirin this crewell King Would execute his vengeance on the Knight Furth to be brint with fyre they did him bring When lo a wearyour bold approcht their sight In airmour cled it seem'd dreid warre he brought He finds the King whom throw the thronge he soughâ— 60. And sayde Sir King perhaps my comeing may Dismay yow much yet I 'le the trueth vnfold And what my giltie conscience bids me say That none yow wrong as now it seems yow wold I beir the hand that wrought your Daughters fate Yone Knight to saue her came but came too laitt 61. Fearce Argalantes was my vncle deir Whoe 's blood for to reuenge I thither caâ— Long waited I into this forrest neir That yoynes vnto your Park your Gardines framâ— And disper at my wisht reuenge to work At last into thai gardine did I lurk 62. When bright Apollo gilted had the sky Vodina by misfortune come within The arbor wheir I secreitlie did ly And would haue fled agane but could not win I took her wold haue forcd her gainst her will But she dny't whom I in raige did kill 63. Her laittest grones yone Knight whom kill yow wold Hade harde and come to sie I fled be twein The Parks and Gardenes to the forrest old The way I come vnhard vnmarkd vnseene Euer since within the forrest did I stray Nor out from thence could euer find the waye 64. And still her gost vnto me does repair And still presents Hells torments to my mynd And still the greislie feinds throw trubled aer Sounds furthe the pains my wofull soule should fynd In thousand formes her murdred ghoste before me Appeirs hell still gaipes for to deuore Me. 65. This day agane she did her self present Commanding me to the the trueth to sho Ane other giltles lyfe for to prevent Els I tormented should in endles woe This is the caus that I my death desyir Then set him frie leid me to the fyre 66. All that this warryour hard wer much amaizd And look't and mus'de gaizd and silent stoode Thought pitie in the King was neuer rais'd Yet sham'd he was to wrongd a Knight so goode And causd to lowse vnbind and set him frie And armour horse and all restoird to be 67. How soone his horse and armour he receaud They charg'd him to depairt the court and flie But
blastâ— from North to South he sends Crushing the clouds that fast before him flies Togither dash't their broken ranks discends In tearie drops as if they seem'd to weip That he so great gouernament should keip 30. Eune so these mightie men of armes did crushe With furious strenght their weapones each on other Hudge drops of bloode in stream's did alwayes gush The streams in floods the fluds brought Seas togetheâ— That drops and strem's floods seas took pairâ— To drinshe to dashe to droune the Martial hart 31. The rank's that stiflie stands agenst ther foes Fall's doune in slap's waltring in bloodie stryn'ds Wheron freshe ranks still marching brauely goes Out ou'r the beâ—lies of their deing freinds Not yelding to their foes till ether syde Does sacrafice their soulls to swelling pryde 32. Now whilst on eurie syd they fearslie sight The wantguards met with mightie strength and bosâ—â— Wheir Alphorest the Pagane shew his might Before his feit lay manie deing ghoste Till Mandadorus saw such hauok their Wheir Alphorest did feght he did repair 33 And Alphorest that lyk a Lyoune bears Him self espyd the Prince of Meson by To red him self of commone souldeours feirs His bloes seem'd lightning thundert throw the sky And then he lent the Prince a mightie bloe That almost from his horse he forcd him goe 34. But he acquyts him lighting on his hand That hand and sword and all fell to the ground And wheir his visar louse he lykewayes fand He made him their receaue his fatall wound The Pagans now began to fear and fant When as their mightie leadder thus they want 35. And by this tyme the greattest battel flies Eune their wheir as the Transysuanian stoode For that Penardo with his freshe supplies Had brok in throw their ranckâ— embrew'd whith blood So that in generall all began to flie Except Phelaston their would brauelie die 36. And sure that day his admirable might If I sould pas vntold I wer to blame For that him self alone in single fight Had slaine thrie knights of great and famous name Lighosthon Guelpho Meldabreid at lenth By cruell death had felt his mighte strength 37. Nor those alone by his accursed hand Depâ—yu'd of lyfe of soule of breath did lye But Oerard Ormond Groian by his brand Were slane all Knights of noble progenie With many mo he in that fatall stryfe Hurt feld or bruis'd or then bereft of lyfe 38. Penardo still that followed on the chaise Belmondo and Phenabon he espy'd Both by one Knight wer put to great distres Ther armour all with crimsone blood was dy'd In greattest hast if he had not come to theme That Knight alone was lyke for to vndo theme 39. Yet woundring that such woundrous force could be In one to foyle such fomous Knights as they And piteing that other syde should die He trusts him self betuein and bids them stay And to Phelaston sayes heir ar no foes Bot from his brand he answerd him whith bloes 40. Then he commands those tuo to stande asyde The furious Pagane feiresie he assaild His thristie blade oft in his bloode he dyed At euerie stroak his armour he dismaild With equall strengthe the Pagane countervaild him Showing his woundrous valour no thing faild him 41. The Pagane raisd his sanguin sword in hie Discharging blowes vpone his helmet strong Whill fyrie starr's out of his eyes did flie His mouâ—h furth-casting streams of bloode along Wheirfore he now whith wrath shame raige woundre Send bloes lyik lightning tempest storme thunder 42. Theirwith redoubled was the Pagans ire Who said shall one poore knight my strenth recall And so agane the Prince receaud his hyre That tuyce he reild and reddie tuyce to fall At last he blush't for shame shook for wrath Requyting shame whith foyle disgrace with death 43. This was the Transyluaenian fearce and strong Whom he had slaine and foâ—ward then he past And put him self among 's the Pag'anes throng Which scattred chac'd slaine to ground he cast As sand before the northerne blast fuâ—th fleis So fled those troup's fleing fall's and deis 44. Werieâ— with killing then they sound retraiâ— From sending Pagans soul 's to Plutos ports Wheir of a now I cease for to repait Whill as to them more danger still resorts For loe a gâ—eatter host they might descry With standarts wafting in the aerie sky 45. Amaz'd they stoode and knew not what it mein'd At last the Prince vndanted courage shew By trumpets sound he causd them be conueind And thus said he itt is not tyme to rew Keip what your valour courage might strenth Has brauelie wone and win you shall at lenthe 46. â—â—nck then your self's while Courage you releeue Let fear flie hence to mynds effeminat These mynds to martiall glory doos atchyue Whoe 's lyfes to hasards bold ar consecrat Doe from your hands your swords your harts your eieâ— Strenth valour conquest â—ictorie furth flies 47. Then willinglie they call for battell new Still thirsting after glorie to aspyre Their bloodles face and trembling voices shew That wrath within their breist had kendled fyre The warre-lyk noyes of trumpets roaring breath Steird horse to courage and the men to wrath 48. And now began the feght more sharpe and thin Now their encounters crewell hand to hand The Datians feghts to keip what they had win The Grecians to releue their natiue land Their vâ—ctorie and courage mand the feild Their come reuenge to force those tuo to yeild 49. Yet wer the Datians stout in daungers strong Their bodies freshe not woundit bruisd nor bleeding Their first assault was fearce and lasted long Them selfs within the Gretians ground intruding But Prince Penardo blamd their fainting harts Whose braue example promeisd heâ—ghe deserts 50. And formast then he led them throw their foes With deip impressiones in theis Squadrons great His sword so broad a way had made for thoes That followed him with hope strength raige despy While now the Datians seemd to rander back Their new reft ground a reall mends to mack 51. But not content with this him self he thrust With his braue guarde of Princes lords and Knights Gainst the great bodie of â—he battell first The which he shuâ—k and brâ—ck with stragling flights Transported so with courage might and strengthe Furth throw his foes he leaues his guarde at lengthe 52. Wheir he his ouerflowing valour showes His sword that seemd his danger for to know Such hauock made among his fainting foes That he was strongâ—ie now intrinsht and foe Deid corps wer forts whoe 's bloodie ditches shoes Feir terrour dreid and death to all his foes 58. Braue Brando than the Seruiane drawing neir The great Commander of these mightie maits Began his woundrous valour to admeir He loud his deids though their effects he haits This was the Seruiance Disput whom before Phelaston send his ayde for to implore 54. Penardo slew and hurt and chac'd his foes None leu'd but these who fled
loue The Tapre frome his place thow can not moue 44. Thus fair you weell and with the word the Knighâ— Sunck doune with slâ—ip of leaddin death oppâ—est Greif woe and pitie did â—he Prince affright His valour courage hope they muche distrest He goes but coâ—fort whill his guyde was cair His manlie hairt assayld with cold dispair 45. Though he was still â—urmoyld with cair and gâ—â—if Though daunger still forbids his iâ—te pâ—yse Tough sad dispair thâ—eat's deâ—â—h without releif And â—hough Dreid fame and conquest boâ—h denyes Yet fordward still he goâ—s but cair oâ— paine And hops ane happie succes for to gaine Caput XI Argument THe birning Alters Keeper of His lyfe Penardo spoyls He seis the daylie funerall In blood the Virgine boyllâ— He that by loue could not be win The Tapre does obtaine About the Quene of loue he seis All thois yat Loue had slaine 1. O Now yow Muses matchles and devyne Help by your sacred skill my gros defects Mak sharpe my wit and pregnant my ingynâ— That by your freindly ayde in all respects My pen suplied may boldly breath his name Inrold aboue the star's by endles fame 2 Whoe 's mynd the feat of royall vertues birth And who all goodnes knew but knew no ill Admeird of all the world for his rare woorth Which causd Envy for raige her self to kill Eune he vwithout all fear or cair did enter And throw this cave lyk greisslie hell did venter 3. At last a thirling light he did espy Which from a dure did glanceing furth appeit Wheirto when as the galant Prince drew nye He saw a flamme most pure most bright most cleiâ— Vpon ane alter burne and in the same Brint skoarch'd tormented lay a virgine Dame 4. Whill on this piteous spectacle he gaiz'd From out a corner dark he might perceaue A monstre hudge that maid him much amaiz'd Whoe 's greatnes seem'd to fill that emptie caue He bâ—eathd furthe clouds of smook which dim'd the flamme And darkned all the place about the same 5. So thundring tempests dims the goidin Sunne And darkins all the cristall heauns so hy The reiking clouds lyik smook doun moltin runne By force of fyre that thonderis throw the sky At last such roars he thunders in his ear It seemd the caue shook trembled quaik'd for fear 6. This monstre fearslie did assaill the Prince Who nimble quick sharp readie light auoyding His mightie bloes so braue was his defence Oft him he harm'd him self vnharm'd abyding So that the monstre â—oird for greif and paine Furth casting Floods of poysond goiâ— a maine 7. Thus eache perseuing other to the death Wâ—th strength with â—aige with furie hait ire That neither geue the other leaue to breath The monstre still threw furth bright flamms of fyre Who 's skaills bore furth the Prince his furious dint Lyk tempred Steill hard diamond or flint 8. Wheir for a strangâ—r kynd of feght he chuses Quyting his â—word he draw's a dagger fyne His skill his slâ—ght his might and strength he uses To ridd this deulishe monstre out of pyne Who lifting vp his armed creist with ire Smook frome his mouth his eyes furth sparkling fyre 9. Did fearcelie forewart to the Prince furth pace Infolds inrolls in lincks with gaipping iawes But he with foresight waying well the case His skaillie gorge in his stronge arme he thrawes And through his burninge ey with fatall knyfe Brought furthe his brains with his brains his lyfe 10. Glade was he to be ridd of such a foe Yet pitie cair and sorow chac'd delight To sie so fair a Mayde tormented so His eyes with chyld of tears his hairt stil sigh't Taeirs from his eys spring's riuers floods furth senâ— Sighes from his hairt lyk blustring winds vpwent 11. When neirer to the alter he was come Of soâ—ow he might heâ— the saddest sound There greuous gâ—oneâ— weâ— inter mix'd with some Weâ—k breathing words that did sad death resound The words wer sweet and pitiefull to heir The accent soft the voce was sharpe and cleir 12. Those wer the wofull words he pitied most Ah Plâ—â—o Pluto end this sacrifice Hell Hell douore my souls tormented ghost Ah crewell Heau'ns that gloir's to tyraneize Ah paine paine paine let endles paine remoue Curs death curs hel curs earth curs heaeuns aboue 13. Whill thus she spak Penardo hard a noyes And suddenlie appeir'd a greatter light A hundreth torches borne by litle boyes All claâ—â— in murning wâ—id a wofuâ—l sight Softlie the prince â—o vayes him self a syde To sie of these euents what wold betyde 14. After these torches wer tuo horses led Whose Tâ—apers wer of purple siâ—k gold Such curious work so rich imbrodered Wâ—s admirable â—air for to behold For greffon lyk thay pâ—ceâ—ng seem'd to flie With goldin plumed wings right curiously 15. These horse wer keept by lackaves tuo who had Two sheilds which seem'd of sundrie Knights to hold And after them tuo Paiges richlie cled Two mightie lances bore with heads of gold Nixt aâ—ter them four galant coursers dâ—ew A crimsone cotche that seemd of bloodie hew 16. within this cotche tuo Kinghts wer sadlie plac'd In glistâ—ing armoor that was fynelie fram'd The aâ—mours shyning lustre was defac'd Wiâ—h purple blude thâ—t from their bodies straimde Sad wâ—s their mynds wheir sorow did remaine Great wer their wounds but greatter far their paine 17. The one still sigh'd and gâ—oin'de but spak no word For in hiâ— breiâ—t a bâ—oodlie dagger stoode The other throughe his bodiâ— had a sword From whoe 's steill poynt ranne streams of crimson blood Death ou'r them both long since hade spred her wingâ— Yet lyfe by airt paine greif and sorow brings 18. Behind the alter stoode a brasen portch Which oppâ—nd wyde for to receaue this traine Where enters all the boyes with eueâ—ye tortch The hors and all the rest that did remayne But whill the cotche neir to the alter drew The wofull dame her sorows did renew 19. Ah Heaun's alace come come I glaidly goe Let deith geue end to Hells tormenting flamme Blood blood glut vp both soule and body lo Stop now my braith and suffocat the same Let these tuo leiue then impose on me Ten thousand deaths so I may once but die 20. No sonner did she end her plaints when as Tuo old and aiged Haggs come in then sights Who bore ane huge gâ—eat veshell made of bras That keipt the blood of those tormented Knights Long gaizd the Prince on thir hid misteries Whill paine on paine greif on greif he sies 21. The virgine from the fyre began to moue her The veshell neir she throw her in the same While as the blood begane to boyle aboue her And vtherwhyls aboue the bloode she come So bubling streams of brooks from hye that fall Raise vp the Pebls pure whyt cleir and small 22. They gone the Prince did with him self deuyce To spill the blood bot now he heirs
stayt he heir lou'd praist admeird of all Of Dorio disdaind invy'd and feard But poore Vodinas feidle was made thrall By Tyâ—ane loue loue sow'd loue reapt loue ear'd All place to her was loathsum day and night Except the braue Lolympus wer in sight 3. And whil she wakes his sight her loue augmentâ— But oft in sleip sad visiones frights her mynd In sleep he sad and frowning him presents Vnthankfull coy disdainfull prowd vnkynd And death in thousand formes he showes in hate The presage true of her ensueing fate 4. When she awaks she calls him too vnkynd Tears droune her eyes and sighes o'reflowe her hairâ— Yet oft she wisht that he hade knowne her mynd Loue bids her use some meins loue to impairt But shame forbids her modesty to pas Tuix Loue and shame a crewell warre their was 5. Shame sayes a simple Virgine and a Mayde Should chastlie loue and modestlye desyre And of audatious words should be afrayde From loue propon'd should shune thence retyre For Mayds that heir forts that parly lowd Mak both the louer the foe grow prow'd 6. Much more if thow propone will he disdaine Thy want on formes and thy immodest loue The glorious name of Virgins shall thow stain And Maydin hoode a heauie load shall proue Loue by refus all liues but profert dyes A woman conqueres loue when loue she flyes 7. But Loue beguyl'd bothe Modestie and shame And thus he sayd A woman thow must be O siâ—s thow not what stains a womans Name No thing so muâ—h as Haite and Cruelty Nature hath framd a womans hairt to yeeld And Courtesie and loue to win the feeld 8. Sure he wold speek if he wer once assurde Of such a Princes fauor as thine owne His birthe too base thy matche to haue procurde Or els long since his fansie hade yow knowne Tho base of birthe he beirs a Monarchs mynd Then do but speâ—k or look and He 'll be kynd 9. What if some new occasione call him hence Then shall some other Princes win his hairt May thow not once with modestie dispence Befor thy loue and lyfe be death should smairt If health loue ease pleasur stayeth still Vpone a word theyr'r fools that wants their will 10. What also if thy father the constraine Prince Doreo to wed against thy will For with a nother doth thy Hairt remane Altho before thou gaue consent their till Pelympus o Pelympus onlie He The sight of Doreo wer but death to ye 11. Haist then to tell Pelympus that thow loues Els he goes hence and Doreo shall the wed But o what if the Knight disdainfull proues O he wil not disdaine a Princes bed Altho thy beautie could not moue his mynd Yet will the croune of Hungare mak him kynd 12. Thus on new Hope begyld with loue she fed Resolueing once for to vnfold her mynd Thus argued she thus thought she in her bed Whill Cynthia pale wan and dimlie shynd At last heauns gett aboue the easterne streams Oppins and day shoots furth his syluer beams 13. With heauns bright syluer hew the Dame op rose When Phoebus beams did guild heaune earth and sea She in a gardine did her self repose Alone saue loue that boire her companie She thence her dames and Ladies all hade sent Till on loues altar she pour'd furth her plaint 14. Then to ane quyet arbor she reteird Wheir long she murn'd she sighd she plain'd she prayde She honord loue loue prais'd and loue admeird For wheir abyds true luoe but in a mayde Ofâ— she complaind that loue hade done her wrong At last she took her Lute and thus she song 15. The sensles snaik benouwd with Winters cold With storme with frost with haill with snow with raine If her for pitie one inbreist should hold Till cherisht lyfe with heat returne againe Then strength and lyfe and Nature maks her bold To reaue the lyfe that did her lyfe obtaine Of loue this is the true similitude O loue the purtrat of ingratitude 16. When thow was dead in winters of disdaine And perisht quyt in dark obliuions flood I cherist the with trauell cair and paine And thy sad death my fyrie smylls with stoode But when my breist by heat did lyfe obtaine Thow stingd my hairt and made my bosome bleid Ah loue how can a simple mayde offend That this her loue should bring her lyfe to end 17. Loue brings dispair dispair brings death hell Some say that musick oft proud loue withstoode But o how can thy hairt in pleasure seall When as thy verie soule is dround in blood Yet pray perhaps thy pray'r mey loue compell But medit at tone is of pray're the foode And crewell loue by meditation liues Then eury thing Pelympus deir reviues 18. Thus whill she playes thus will she sweitly sings Throw emptie aer the Queir of burds doune flye And spred a round their soft and daintye wings To shrow'd her whill she strains her nots on hye And when they heir her voyce her sound her noyes Lyik hands they clap their wings in signe of ioyes 19 When she hade doone about her heir and their Some saye her song and strain her tender throts Some laurell leaus and myrtles sweit prepair In their sharpe beiks and then with merrie nots Vpon her head they lett the leaus doun fall And seem to croun the Virgine their with all 20. Others wold sitt and from their throats forth send A wofull sund that seemd to moue the skyes To pitie her sad death and wofull end Whil as the birds would straine such doolfull cryes As who would say ah loue ah beautie murne For her whoe 's death your day to night does turne 21. But all this tyme she mus'd vpone her loue Her loue her ioy her pleasure her delight Pelympus braue whoe 's deids did matchles proue Non liue'd lyke him in valour strength and might Who walkt abroade that day to tak the air Whill fate heaune chaÌ„ce fortune brought him thaiâ— 22. She seis him come throw bushes leaues and wands Then lyk a mabre image vp she stoode The Lute falls doune betuixt her snow white hands And her fair eyes pow'r furth a syluer floode Lyk deaw on roses whyt and reid that falls Or syluer globs or pearle or cristall balls 23. To wake her frome this dumpe he taks her hand And whill he toutch'd she trembled quakd shook Now reid for shame then pale for fear she fand How her fant hart his wounted roume forsooke And vpwart fled frome paine wo greif despight True signes of suddane loue or sad afright 24. At last the Prince her silence thus remoues Some saye that musick does the mynd delight But lo Madame in yow the contrare proues Quod she in hell death horrour and despight Who liues melodious sounds at harmefull still And still augments but ne're remeids their il 25. To the perhaps my words may seame vn faitt For basheful Mayd's or simple Virgins
Mayde The beautie of her louely countenance Delight loue wounder and amazement bred He stoode he stear'd he gaiz'd at eury glance He blush'd to looke wheir touche no looks haue part Yet lookd till looks in lust hade droun'd his hart 40. Whill carles sleip thus naked had her left Left was the Prince in wounder loue delight Delight his hart out throuw his eyes had reft Reft wiâ—h each looke each thought each glaÌ„ce each sight Sight wounder loue delight amaizment breidinge Hope passione heat desyre one lust still feiding 41. At last resolulid with silent noyes drew neir To act this furious wofull tragedie â—ot knowing thaâ— it was his Sister deir Whom he wold now bereaue of chastitie But o he feird that heauen's reuenging flame Wold plague him if he wrong'd that Virgine Dame 42. And now he back reteirs with silent pace And shrouds him in a shaddow groue frome sight Wheir he might still behold her loulie face Whill she awaking frome a trubled spright With sobs with sighes with grones with tears she sayes â—h hauen's too long your justest vengeance stayes 43. But shameing ' thus to sie her self so bare She drawes her to her gramends neir hand bye And being cled she seemed thryce so fair That dimd the sight of any mortall eye None might abyd her blazing starr's bright glance Which back reuerberats their radiance 44. Not muche vnlyk Apollos goldin light You first his drousie eyes may wee l espy When he from wattie Thetis taks his flight And first begins to mount the azure sky But whane on tope of hiest heauen 's he stands No ey his ey no looke his looke with stands 45. Eu'ne so whill she did sleip he might descry The louelines and lustre of her face But being wakned now her cheirfull ey Furth throwes his spangling reyes in euery place Whose peircing glance with flamming hote desyre Threw lightnings furth and set the skyes on fyre 46. The Prince Phelarnon byds no longer sight But goes vnto the fontane by and by She that had neuer seine ane armed Knight Before that tyme geue out a fearfull cry And fled he praes'd with flattring praise to pâ—oue her She knew no loue no flattrie then could moue her Caput IIII. Argument Feirce Tropalance of Datia And Prince Phelarnon feght Laissa and they beth enchanted Ar by Mansay's might Great Sigismund ane armie brings Achaias to invade He vanquisht them and causd them seik To Thessaly for ayde 1. THat griesly chyld of darknes and of Hell Who had so well accomplisht her desyre Her poyson â—n Phelarnons breist did swell And qâ—yt for to coÌ„sume him with that fyre An othe Prince at thiâ— sam i me she bâ—oâ—ght Who for the â—yke desyâ—e of glory sought 2. This other Prince whome she had brought apace Waâ— wâ—lking throuw thâ—se groues and did espy Laissa who manteind her fearfull chace While as hâ— thought her beautie dim'd the â—ky This Knight was Sone vnto the Datian Prince And heght to name the mightie Tropolâ—nce 3. Who come â—he fontane Helicon to vew Whâ—â—e nâ—me so much throghout the world was known Bâ—t seing thâ—s fair Lady to eschew A Knight that to him now his eyes had shown Or him to mâ—k a conqâ—eâ—t then with speid He breath'd furth warâ— with terrour with dreid 4. The Prince was loath to pairt from such a pray And preast to shunâ— this Knight but all in vaine He lighted doune and stoutlye bad him stay Furâ—h drawes the blad had many thousand slaine Wheirwiâ—h lyke lightning dints and blasts of â—hunder His stroaks bred paine paine raige and raige bâ—ed wonder 5. For lo his arme this brand hade raizd on hie And gaue the Prince vpone â—he armed creist So hudge and heauie blowes that now wee l nie He maid his bâ—aiâ—h forsake his panting breist The Prince almost now braithâ—es fearclie câ—yits Fals miscreant thow deirlie shall abyitt 6. And â—hen his murdring blade did fearcely draw Ad gaâ—nâ— the Paganes bâ—eist a thrust he sent Whâ—ch made him reill â—hat it appeird in shew Hiâ— cursed lyfe out of her lodge was rent His shoulder blade receau'd so deip a wound He groâ—eling fell with bloodie goir to ground 7. The Prince past by and followed one his loue His loue his Sister and his vnknowne freind The Pagaine cursed all the Gods aboue And sweir he was sum feirce infernall feind And yit in this his raige he followed fast Till of the Prince he got a sight at last 8. Who now hade gote Laissa in his armes And with myld words hade pacified her fear The which to Tropolance bred greatter harmes Then when he did his fleshe and armour tear Her looks he thinks vnto his loue consents Wheirby his courage tuentie fold augments 9. Now wraith in him began to raige and swell And thus â—e said fy turne thy feble face Leaue that fair Lady and defend thy self Lo dreidfull death abyds the to embâ—ace Wheirwith he strak and peared the Princes syd With strength the blaid for bloode maid antres wyd 10. Then from Phelarnon stream'd a luk-warme flood With purple goir that dyed the grassie ground Whill as the Pagane spy'd the streaming blood The victorie he thought he surelie found But as a Lyone moud to raige and wraith That teirs his prey with bloodie pawes to deith 11. So now the Prince delt deildlie dints and blowes That nether armes nor sheild might them withhold Like haill and thundre thousand stroakes he throwes At last a stroak he gaue with courage bold This Pagaines breist with this his mightie hand Gaue way vnto the lyff reuenging brand 12. Eune as a mightie Cedar cutt be-low By sharpned aix falls trembling to the ground So fell the mightie Tropolance althow Reuenge raige furie stroue with fats last wound And as dry woode when fyâ—e has spent the same At his last death sends furth the brightest flame 13. So he thogh dead in strength with angrie pryd And curs'd reuenge renew'd his deing force The courteus Pâ—ince Phelarnon step'd a syd No hurt he profer'd but with myld remorce Requird him yeild who in his dying smart Sheathed his poinyeard in the Prince his hairt 14 This was the sorow of Achaians all This was the wrak and ruine of their croune This was the ground and causer of their fall This was the deith that dang their Phedro doune This brought great Sigismund from out his soyle With many thousand Datians to their spoyle 15. But lo the graue magiciane Mansay knew The fatall end of those tuo princelie Knâ—ghâ—s Thus in a daâ—k blak cloud of fearfull hâ—w He brought them to his caue with helâ—she â—prights Wheir yeat as then they gaspe their lattest breath And dies in paine yet leiues in endles death 16. â—he fair Laissa he has thâ—ir also Enâ—hanâ—ed still in her amaized moode Bâ—cauâ— she was â—he ground of all thiâ— woe Whylls bâ—â—nt â—n flamâ—'s whyls shes dâ—ound in bloode That Hell it self no greatter burthene beirs Paine
yow did mounâ— Lo now this day she offers for to croune yow And mak the world yea heav'ne it self renoun yow 13. For Honors croune so precious is that nought Within the ten fold orbs of heau'ne remains Compaird to it the whiche has ay bein sought And for it all the world has tane suche pains From age to age from tyme to tyme we sie All sues for Honour glorie dignitie 14. For eu'ne the basest sort will not refuse Paine trauell danger yea nor death at length For it whill as the brauer mynds do chuse With hazards great to win that glorious strength So did the Macedonian bold and stout That victor went the solid glob throughout 15. Still carles he still fearles did he venter Perswadit still to win and neuer to lose No thought of lose into his mynd could enter Such was his courage gainst his fainting foes By hazards Foâ—tun thus hir walth dispons For hope bred Hap and Honor both at ' on s 16. Who gainst great Darius Monarch of the east Twyce fought and yet not thryce our number past Four hundreth thousand Perscans at the last Encounterd him yet wan he first and last But you may say they wer the Greeks that wan Ar we not Greeks as well as they wer than 17. Yes we' ar Greeks Honor for ws preserus The croune he took such trauell to obtaine Tuyce was he proued wheir to his courage sernâ— Vs also twyce the thrid dâ—es yit remains The which she keips that we may win the croune With al his fame his glorie his renoune 18. Then deirest freinds considder what we do And who we ar of whom we ar discendit To win the croune we ventred haue to far If lyf in death honor in shame be endit This jemme this croun this garland yow should haue Shall those weak feble faint from yow bereaue 19. No no but let vs ayme at Honor euer Base fear dar not assayle a mightie mynd Let honest shame ws guide and let vs neuer Care for this lyfe once we must die by kynd A noble hart has only to his lot To fear for nothing bot dishonors blot 20. The happiest Prince that ou'r a Natione regnâ—â— Is he whoe 's people standeth more in aw Of filthie shame or of dishonors stings Then of the streittest or seuerest law Then let me haue that happie Prince his statioâ— And let you be that euer happie Natione 21. Nether deir Bretherien do as I haue sayde Bot also as my deids shall after show Before your eyes instructioune haue I layde And next myne owne example shall ye know As He who by your valours must obtain The greattest glorie that on erth remain 22. Then galents show your selfs true Greeks in weaâ— And onlie ask wheir is your Enemis True Greecians disd aâ—â—e for to inqueir What numbre or what multitude they be For in their multitude their Hope remains Bot truest valour victorie obtains 23. With those his words his face did shyne so cleir That conquest flow'd in streams from his fair eyes And on his louely forheid did appeit Grace valours woorth triumphant victorie Yea from his lookâ— as from a Dyamont stone Come victorie that sparkled ganc't shone 24. And then this litle handfull did beginne Whith cheirfull shouts for batel new to call So willing wer they honor for to win That eu'ne the lam'd and deidly woundit all From camp from tent from trinshes came to proue If sicht of deidle wounds reweinge could muoe 25. And such as might for battel did prepair Others that wanted legges and armes did crye Reuenge our blood whill as their wounds they tear That their hote blood the armie might espy Whoe 's harts whith angrie wo began to swell All swearing to reuenge or die withall 26. The gallant Prince Penardo did reiois To sie their willing minds And thus he sayde Eune with a cheiâ—full and couragious voice Greeks ar not borne quod he to be affrayde Thessalians can feir nothing at all While thei 'r on earth except the Heaun's doun fall 27. Eu'ne as the Lyone when he seis his foe Dath raise his taill and beat him self so sore Till kendling wruth his breist does ouer floe And then his couragie hot begins to rore At whoe 's dreid noyes all beasts with trembling fears His pray with pawes he crushes rents and tears 28. Eu'ne so Penardo in his princelie mynd Wold neids accuse him self of dastard fear Which so inflam'd his courage stout by kynd The Lyons braue example he wold bear He feghts he stricks he turns to eu'ry hand He wounds he kills who ewet did him whth stand 29. And thus his back his glistring armour fair He showes his souldiours his foes his face Which was the harangue he could best prepair Wheir by he sharps their courage whith sueh grace That roaring trumpet's sounds whith dreidfull feaâ— And thunders furth death murther blood wear 30. Their mettings terrible on both the sydes Their salutatione was a warre-lyk noyes Of snow whyt lances whill their mightie guyds Hade dy't their whyâ— in blood lyk crimsone rose Others in flinders flie to tear the skyes Becaus on earth they mist their enterpryse 31. Their nothing hard but clashing armour still Crushing of staues and justling bodies loe That sharpest swords resounding bloes did kill Whose harsh and iarring musick mad a show As beautified with greislines of wound 's With shours with cryes with grones with ghostlie sounds 32 Their horses died beâ—eth their Maisters dâ—ing And some that in their lyfe their Maisters buir In death wer borne by them their others flying To seâ—k some ryders that wold sit more suâ—e Their some with agoâ—eising death that stâ—yue Tears vp the eaâ—th entoumbs them selfs alyue 33. And yet no sword did pay to Plutos croune Of Paganes soull's so large a tribut still As did Penardos brand who sending doune Lâ—gions that emptie kingdome â—or to fill His wrath his raige his anger cost theme deir Death on his sword most vglie did appeir 34. Those warlyk Aeneans of Thessaly Wold merâ—hants pâ—oue to sell their lyues and all Yea sure tâ—e Paganes thought their merchandrie So deir aâ— all their vantage was bot small For fyue to one thâ—y pay whill as they sie A Squadron fresh appeir into their eye 35. They seemd aboue fyue thousand to appeir That all Achaians wer of courâ—ge braw Who of the former victorie did heir For which to rendâ—r â—hank them selfs they shaw Andromodane leâ— fuâ—the those troups so long Stout hardy bold aduenterous and strong 36. The Aeneans their rancks wer now bot thinne Till this new force their courage did renew And as they wer but new for to beginne A freshe assault they gaue wherein they shew Thaâ— they from braue Achilles wer discendit Who was so much throughout the world commendit 37. The Datians their ground begane to lose Whil Sigismund preuenting when he saw Sent Dinâ—mon that brother germane was Vnto that vmqhile Prince Phelaston braw And
all the rest did fear And now th' aduantage of his back they watcht He stricks he wards he taks he turn's he payes Behind before and round about him layes 63. Euphrastes much admeird his val'rours deids And knew him for Vrsides câ—use of deathe Wheirfore he foâ—ward vnto him proceids And said leâ—ue of Siâ— Knight and turne thy wrath Gainst him who better can abyde thy stâ—ength And for thy deids shall chasties thee at length 64. Indeid Euphrastes was a gallant Knight Who nere before encountred wiâ—h a foe But â—hese whom still he vanquesâ— in â—he fight With foyle sâ—ame death and euerlesting woe Now breathd he wraâ—h warre vengeance furth lyke smook But braue Penardo fâ—om a Pagane took 65. A stronge and mightie launce into his hand Wheir with so searce enconter did he mak That neâ—heâ— sheild nor armour could with stand Till the steill head appeird behind his bak Now fell he to the ground alreddie ded Whoe 's name to all the east great terrour bred 66. The Paganes feir'd and woundred much to sie That Prince in whom their greattest hope did ly By this one Knight so ouerthrowne to be Wheirfore in great dispaiâ—e and rage they cry Ah Gods iniust how long will yow delay With lightning from the heaun's this Knight to slay 67. Thus running on him mad with furie beats In euery part and thought with bloes to end him Bâ—t he who litle feard of all â—heir thâ—eats With such a woundrous valour did defend him That they assaill in vaine and mak a choise In seiking of his lyfe their owne to lose 68. The tribute of his wrath them deirlie cost For all the ground their bodies deid did fill So that it seemd in all this mightie host Their wer not men anew for him to kill At last he came wheir Sigismund abad Wheir threttie thowsand Knights on horsebak rad 69. And their one blow he did not spend in vaine At euerie stroak he send a soule to Hell And still their places being sild againe He serud them all alyk with deing baill When as by Sigismund he was espyde Who send a Squadrone fresh to quell his pryde 70. And thâ—â— with long sharpe launces all these bands Bore him and horse and all vnto the ground Yea surelie he had ou'r-schapd their hands But that this purest remainder him found Tho hurt and dâ—iâ—lie wounded still they feght Led by that Prince that Mandadorus heght 71. Whoe 's woundrous feits I did too long forget Four valiant Pagans slew he hand to hand At last with Sigismund him self he mett Who of his mightie prowes suirlie fand He bett him to the ground with might maine With strength woorth valour victorie disdaine 72 But when he seis the Prince he neids wold act The laistest pairt of this sad tragoedie His mangled band still following on his tract Wheir as the Prince defends him valiantlie Oft bet to ground yet still in feght proceids Strange was his valour wonderfull his deids 73. Thus while he fought expecting nocht but death This band wold die and by their death releiuie him Showing such valour in their deing wrath They flie they fall they die that first drew neir him And Mandador from his owne horse did light Horsing the Prince with valour strength and might 74. While this small handfull held them altogetheâ— They red vnto them selfs a spations roume But still fresh bands of men resorting thither Left them their armour for their brauest toumbe Yet fame their Trophees eterneiz'd with ioye Which tyme nor death nor hell could not destroy 75. But Mandodorus that one foote did rest Who to his Prinee had lent his horse before Whas with the multitude so sore opprest That he to deathe his tribut does restor Thryce happie he who bought whith deaths expeâ—â— From death his Lord his leadder and his Prince 76. By this a mightie armie drawing neir Their speedie pace presaigd a sharpe reuenge Whille as the Datians harts begane to feir Els wearied with their battell past so strange Recuilling back with feir fall flight and death But they persue with rage blood murther wrath 77. This was king Grodane and his mightie host Who raizing Phocis walls was come to ayde His sone but scing all his armie lost Amaiz'd he gaiz'd astonisht wheir he red The act incredible the murther strainge Wheir valour stroaue with Fortun chance chaingâ— 78. Then brunt with greif wo sorow wraith ire Reueinge from wo and pitie did redoune Swelling aboue the bancks of his desyâ—e And send vp floods of tears his eyes to droune So brooks ore flowes their banks with late falne raine The brook a riuer riuer growes a maine 79. Reuenge reuenge ah deir reuenge ah care Care stopt his breath with greif rage anger woâ— This hâ—rang so did sharp their mynd's to wear All cryd reuenge reuenge the trumpets blow Theâ—r foes that flies they kill chace slay not tak Till night her friends wrapt in her mantle black 80. Yet still reuenge and kill the armie calls Blood blood kill kill â—eueâ—ge reuenge we most Whill tuentie thousand dead bofore them falls The king that feird his only Sone was lost Caus'd sound â—etreat sadlie now he murns When lo Penardo fâ—ome the chace returnâ— 81. And falling one his kneis before his Syre He craues him pardone for this gâ—eat mischeif His willingneâ— for honor to aspyre Had bene the eaus of all their greattest greif Of fourtein thousand which he broâ—ght away Their was not tuentie left alyue that day 82. Wheirof the King was wofull when he hard But glaid his onlie Sone deid liue and lo His ioyfulnes his sorow quyt debard He was desyrous all the trouth to know Which when he heirs of all â—hat doâ—s pâ—oceid He thinkst a bloodie victorie indeid 83. He causd to searche the feild wheir as he found Andromodane and Mandador the fair Belmundo and Phenabon whom entoumbd He causd to be in gloâ—ious sepulchair Those lyns insert their fame to testifie To aige to tyme to endles memoâ—ie The Epitaphe of Mandadorus HEir Mandadorus lyes Of Meson vnqhill Prince That left his natiue soyle to feght In Greciance defence Of braue Achilies stok He haid his Pedegrie The cheifest of the Aeneans That duelt in Thessaly Of suche a mightie mynd And suche a trustie faeith That willinglie he pay'd the ran Soune of his Princes death The Epitaphe of Andromadan Heir lyes Andromadane The braue Aehaian loe That payd his lyif for tribut of His countrey to his foe The Epitaphe of Belmundo HEir lyes Belmundo fair Whoe 's honorable Name Is left in cronicles of Tyme To eternize his Fame A Greciane true he wâ—s And died in Greece defence Of Thâ—ssaly ane Aneane Of Toropeya Prince So famous for his woorth And woorthie for his works That Tyme and fame in memorie And glorie him inbarks The Epitaphe of Phenabon HEir does Phenabon ly That thâ—yce renouned Lord Of Thay's that Paganes mighteliâ— Disdain't defy 't abhorde Who diet in
a sound It seem'd a heighe and bloistring wind did ryse And looking wheir the veshell to haue found He saw a piller raiâ—ed vp whoe 's end Reatch'd frome the ground almost vnto the pend 23. Then did he heare a murmur and a noyes A duilfull murning and a wofull sound So from a hollow pitt resounds a voyce Of one that lyes tormented vnder ground Or lyk the ghostlie and the dreidfull dine That roaring bulls mak hollow Caues within 24. The piller seem'd to be of marble stone In forme of ane Pyrameid as it stood Wâ—thin the which the virgine was alone Tormented still within the boyling blood Penardo knew but help of humane hand That it was fraimd his furie to with stand 35. But neirer to the piller when he drew Sum goldin letterd lyns he might espy Whoe 's meining was as efter doeth ensue Be not so bold this aduenture to try Least Faits who made the most admeird of all Should mak the most in famous for thy fall 36. But cairles who had thus menac'd him so Which serud but to affray a fanting hairt Now round about the piller does he go While as he finds sum other lyns insert Wheirby he knew the former faing'd deny all Was but to stay him from a farther tryall 27 WHat ere thow be that proues to end the pains Of this tormented Mayde that heir remains And wold vndoe the great and woundrous frame Which Mansays arte has build it for the same The tapre from the birning Altar take And drinsh it in the fearfull thundring lake But first from birning lust search some releiff For These tuo Princes wrapt in all mischeiff 28. Not half so fast the Tyger swift furth goes Thâ—ogh desert wayes for to redeeme hâ—r brood As does the Pâ—enâ—e when these glad nâ—wes he knoes Vnto the altaâ— wheir the tapre stoode He hopes yet doubt-sum ill might him be fall To marr his hope hap will desyre and all 29. Cassandras armour was not now for noght Els of that dame in â—mour'd hade he beine For the effâ—ct of this enchantment wrought On eurie one before that had her seine And being once entangled by her loue Te tortche they could not steir nor toutch nor moue 30. Yea surelie if his armours vertue strong Had not resisted the enchantments force Within the caue he should haue stayd so long While he had diet for loue without remorce Her beautie was of force strength pow're to moue Yea massacre a world of Hairts with loue 31. But he who in his armour does retaine The rare and precious stone of chastitie Whoe 's vertue is the owner to restraine Fâ—om loâ—e or lust or Venus fantasie Could not be mou'd to love so none but he Could end the fair Laissas miserie 32. And entring now within the brazen portch The which he thinks to be the only way Eâ—ne wâ—th the light of this his lytle tortch He saw some lynes ingâ—aph'd which made him stay Vpon the brasen gate he did behold Indeâ—ted all with courious warks of gold If ought thow lose that thow has brauelye win Thow deirâ—â—e shâ—ll repent thy comeing in 33. Now he began to gaize vpon the ground And calling presentlie vnto his mynd The deing Knight whom he before had found Within the Caue and of his counsall kynd He knew it was the taper to defend Or els her sorow should with death haue end 34. And by this tyme within a goodlie Hall He entred was when vewing wee l this sight The rare proportion was maiesticall To eurie airt their was a galant light And glaid their of ioy cheirt his countenance So Phoebus flour spred's when her lord does glance 35. Long stayd he nought when looking heir and their One his left hand a doore he might espy Within the which he saw a gall'ry fair Wheir pleasur did invite a gaizing ey While throgh this pleasant gall'ry he was walking He thought he hard sum people softlie talking 36. Whoe 's murmuring sound hade drawne him now in sight Of a faâ— chamber that was richelie hung Wheir sporting at their dalleing delight Wer Knights and Ladyes lying all along Vpon â—he paâ—ement wrought of cristall rock Whose glances bright the Prince his sight did chock 37. But his delight did him thair after lied Vnto ane other chamber much more fair For their the cristall pauement all was spred With crimsone veluet costlie ritche and rair And in the mids a piller stoode vpright Of gold that shynd flam'd glaÌ„c'd with sparkling light 38. Adioynd vnto the piller rose a throne Of beattin gold whoe 's lustre cleir vnstaind The beautifullest Queene did sit theirone That cristall heaune or solid earthe containd And round about her stoode a comlie traine Of kings queins lords knights dames that loue had slaine 39 Their was the Queene of Carthage Dido fair Who for Aeneas loue hade lost her breath And for Antonius loue with Vipers their Sad Cleopatra Sting'd her self â—o deathe Their Ariadne that her self hade slaine For proud vnthankfull Theseus disdaine 40. Whoe 's lyfe decre'd to Minotaurus raige She fred and from the Labyrinthe hâ—m gaind Their was Media by whoe 's counsaill saige Iason the goldin glorious fleice obtaind Their Phillis who did many passiones proue Chuseing sad death for sweet Demophoons loue 41. Their Iulia the wyfe of great Pompey Who died becaus she feird her husbands death Their Porsia for Brutus loue did stay Who with hote birning coalls hade choakd her braith Their Pisca with her louer loud to be Who threw them selfs both heidlongs in the Sea 42. Their might Pandorus loueing dame be seine That chus'd for to be buried quick in graue Rather then be the Persean monarchs Queene Becaus he did her louers lyfe bereaue The Greciane dame fair Camma their did moue Who slew her self and him that flew her loue 43. These wemeâ— with their louers did inioy A pleasant lyfe about this princelie Queene And men that did for loue them selfs distroy Menon that hang'd him self might their by sein For to the proud Assyriane King alone His best beloud Semiramis head gone 44. And their Tiberius Gracchus did remaine That fund tuo Serpents in his chamber floore And knowing if the â—emell first wer slaine His lyfe should longer not his wyfes indure The Male he slew so wâ—ell he â—oude his wyfe And mâ—de his deathe the ransone of her lyfe 45. And Marcus Lepidus did their abyde That slew him self eune for his loues disdaine And Platius Numidius by his syde That for his deir loues death him self hade slaine Their old Syluanus that him self hade hangd Becaus proud Nero wold his loue haue wrang'd 46. Their Pollio graue and sad a Germane borne A famous Knight though Fortune wrought his fall This was the Knight that in the Caue beforne Had told the Prince what thâ—iâ— should him befall There many more that died without remorce For Lissaes loue by the enchauntments force 47. All these and many thousand their remaines Who to that
Ore whiche the rock with rugged airms furth lay Threatning his fall her speedie course to slay 14. Thrie quarters of this rock the riuer folds And in her asure armes it rudeâ—ye taks A â—â—ouâ—ie plaine thrusts in betuine which holds The streame vnmet whoe 's roaring billowes braks With surges great vpone the sandie shoare Yet to the rock the plaine a passage boire 15. The rugged craiges and clifts that seem'd thus brok Was cled with tries with hearb's with flours witgrasse Which garland-wayes bedect'd the mightie rok Pyns Cedars Oaks Palms Eshes Firs Embrase The streame below wheire Caues walks groaues and sheds Erects to Venus chambers galries beds 16. The Prince with great delight walkd throw the same At â—ast his ey sight lady sayes Sir Knight On top of yonder rok abyds my dame From whence you must releas her by youre might The gyant by the way will you assail No longer must I stay for fear farweall 17. And with the word she glyd's throw shaiples aer He gaz'd about to sie whâ—ir she was gone But nought he seis yet nothing could he fear But foâ—ward still he goes and goes alone By Arebo at last the Prince was knowen And to Philena from heighe turrets showne 18. Then from hersprings of tears bright flames furth shynâ—d Wher raige reuenge mischeif wraith anger bud With sorow care woe greif and saidnes pyn'd Wyldlie she gaiz'd with rolling eyes as wode Now Bramaran with tears and grones she mou'd She sigh'd she murn'd she plain'd she pray'd she prou'd 19. She mou'd him prou'd him wisht him tak reuenge Of that fearee crewel proud disdainfull Knight Which if he did she promeist to exchainge Her self for guerdone of his strenth might Her croune her wealth her kingdome al efford All should be his he should be her Lord. 20. As he who gaizeth one the Sune is seine To haue a weake a dimm and daizled sight So blindit was the gyants hungrie eyne Who all this tyme fed on her beaurie bright Feir not Madame quod he be heaune I sweir His bodie frome his cursed head to tear 21. His looks from loue now chang'd to wraith ire Soone was he arm'd and soone to battel dight Doune from the rok he goes with great desyre To feght to vanquish and to slay the Knight So does a falcone soaring in the skye Haist doune when as his prey he does espy 22. By this the Prince was come the rock hard by Winds birds and streams thrie pairts sang in his eare When he that mightie g'yant did espy Lyk Typhon that appeald the gods to weare Nor had the Prince swoâ—d sheild nor armour strong But choos'd a club the sturdie Oaks among 23. Wheirwith he martch'd against his mightie foe Whoe 's throat send furth a hoarse confused sound So buls and lyons roir to feght that goe Ah God quod he this simple man confound Who naiked bear but armour sword or sheild Dars feght or look or meit me in the feild 24. Ceas quod the Prince thy threats and babling toung Vse now thy sword thy hand thy strength thy might So pleas the heauns I le mak the know er long T'abaitt thy pryde God has ordain'd a Knight Then do thy worst or best or what thow may Heauns be my hope my strength thy decay 25. No longer could feirce Bramarano stay Foame from his mouth fyre sparkled from his eyes Thy spytfull cursed head quod he I le lay In fair Philenas lape for thy defyes This sayd together flew the champions bold Their battell strainge rare woundrous to behold 26. Penardo was of bodie great and strong Quick nimble actiue reddie sharpe and light The gyant lyk a tour as great as long It seem'd if he but fell vpon the Knight That he wold crush his bones to peeces small So Serpents feght with Elephants more tal 27 Penardo eye his hand his fute goes right He nimble shuns the gyants mightie bloes The Gyants spends his force in vaine so light And reddie was the Prince who alwayes goes Trauersing heir and their and oft at neid Stricks wards reteirs turns And assails with speid 28. Thus long in equall ballance stoode the feild But farr vnequall in their armes they fall The Gyant arm'd with mass arm 's sword and sheild Penardo hade no armes sword sheild at all While thus they stryue to win stout hardy bold Philena from her tour did them behold 29. Long gaizd she thus and long she lookt thairone At last she said vnto the wisard old Sure wer thy words and sure yone Knight alone If arm'd gainst mightie armeis might be bold It fears me now and sure I dreid his strengthe Shall vnreueng'd my vengeance work at lengâ—he 30. This sayde the dame for that she felt her hairâ— From raige reuenge and vengeance to Relenâ— Raige myld became and vengeance did conuert To pitie then did crueltie repent Of ill the sourse dryd vp the spring did cease What discord i st that loue can not apaise 31. But Arebo who had her words mistane Sayd â—loe Madame I fear our hope shall chaingâ— If he yone weapine from the Gyant gaine In vaine our toyle in vaine our wish'd reuenge Wheirfore me thinks it best thus to preuent Thy Gyaunts death his lyfe your discontent 32. In matcheles Macedone their regnes a Queene To Geraldinus sole and onlye Heyre At whoe 's sad birthe the Destanies wer seine T'ordaine her fate strange wounderfull and rair Clotho oâ—daind of all the earth alone She should be fair and equall vnto none 33. Nixt Lachesis ordaind and did protest She should be loud of all that vew'd her face And Atrope made her spotles pure and chast Tho loud of all she nere should loue embrace O beautie rair O chastitie O loue O woundre vertues thrie thrie vyces proue 34. For still her beautie praise augments her pryde The loue of all her heighe disdaine still fâ—ids Pryd and disdaine the ornaments does hyde That from her spotles chastitie proceids Nor meik nor myld nor humble is her mynde Non she regairds non canc her fauour fynde 35. Thus manie thousands loues and dies for loue And thousands loues and liues a deing lyfe And thousands mo that dar not fortune proue Sum kills them self sum kild by Riualls stryfe Loue breids confusioune warre blood discord death Al loues few liues and none withstands her wraith 36. She conquers all and yet her gaine is losse When she has vanquisht all she wins but shame Theâ—e she ore cum's these breids her greattest croce This crewell Queene Olindo heght to name Whâ—m by my arte I le mak this Knight to sie Her shall he loue and louâ—ing her shall die 37. But fair Philenas ferce reuenge or now Was ouercome with pitie myldnes loue Sighes grones and tears wer all that she could dow True signes wheirby we true repentance proue At last she sayd shall he depairt ah no I le haue his cursed hairt before he goe 38. For if
stout Bramaran he chance to kill Eune heir will I inveit him for to rest Then fitts the tyme then must I work my will Then to my wishe shall my reuenge be best Loath wold I be that any should bereaue The lyfe I should I wold and I must haue 39. This spak the Dame all that her heirs still weining That she decreit by death to work his smairt But subtile wemens words hes double meining Each blow that he receaues lights on her hairâ— Oft lookd she doune oft victorie she prayd him And with her looks her hairt flies furthe to ayd him 40. And all this tyme still equall stoode the fight The gyants bloes could neuer do him harme He was so agill nimble quick and light At last he lighted on the Gyants airme Wher his left shoulder band it to his back Which with his club lyke Hercules he brack 41. Wheirat proud Bramarano raiging more Cursd all the Gods and cursd heighe he auns aboue In vaine his blowes in vaine his masse he boir In vaine his force his strength his might to proue Wheirfore in raige his masse away he flong And drawes a curtlax keine sharpe heauie long 42. Wheirwith he fearslie did assayle the Prence Vniting force strength furie raige and wraith Now gainst his thundring blowes was no defence He geues not Prince Peâ—ardo leaue to braith For now his club was no defence at al The Gyant cuts the same in peices smal 43. Nere was the Prince in daunger vntill now Now lytle could his lightnes him defend He geues him wound on wound and blow on blow Wheirfrom the blood in purple streams discend So does a fontane made with arte and cunning His streams in sundre oppin pairts furth running 44. Greats shouts and clamours from the castell came Wheirwith that wicked crew expresse their ioye But cheiflie Arebo who sayde Madame Our skill our wit our flight no more employ Ours is the day the feght the victorie His be the fall the wrak the in famie 45. Ah quod the Queene it much torments my mynd That Bramarano liues if he should die My loue my self my mariage I assyng'd To him and deathe ye know it wer to me Him for to wed which he wil haue perforce Ah deir reuenge ah lait too lait remorce 46. Ah heauns I wishe yone crewel Knight alyue Till my reuenge my self should vndertake If he the Gyaunt of his lyfe depryue Eune him my thrall and bund slaue wold I mak No more for greif and sorow could she say Her tears her sighes her grones the rest bewray 47. But she disguysd her loue with showes of hate Altho for loue she trâ—mble pant and quaikt These words againe did to her self repeat Eune him my thrall and bond slaue wold I makâ— But o sweit loue should be his prisone good My airms should be his bands my lips his foode 48. And thus did she this doubt sume feght attend With torment fear care sorow greif and paine For eurie drop of blood the Prince did spendâ— Her hairt a sighe her eyes a teare furth straine Still when the Gyanâ— stricks she starts she cryeâ— The wounds impressione in her bosome lyes 49. Amaizement greif and sorow mixt with dout Her change of hewes her thoughts confusioune showes Cold was her blood within but hote without Trew witnes that her hairt her torment knowes Now reid now paile now pale now reid agane Her loue bred fear fear greif greif bred paine 50. Hard was the stait wheirin Penardo stood His club now gone long deip and wyde each wound From whenc flou'd riuers of his purple blood Which dyed in sanguein all the flourie ground With weknes now he wearies and he faintâ— His agill leaps and nimble quicknes wants 51. Oft sought he with the gyant for to close Aâ— tho his wounds his strength lyfe did waist But all in vaine his trauell did he loose Such was the gyants wraith hâ—s raige his haist That him now heir now their now out now in He foâ—cd about the field for to rine 52. At last he stumbled on the yrone masse Wheirof as then great neid great help he fand That he it got the Prince right ioyfull was Now strength reneu'd into hiâ— strengthles hand Reuenge bred ire wraith furie raige and might Wheirwith againe he did renew the fight 53. Feirslie he faught but feble was his strengthe His might his slâ—ght his cunninge all was gone And onlie wratth manteind the feght at lengthe The gyaunt breathles brusd with blowes alone At last eache one so neir to vther drew That breist to breist and airme to airme they threw 54. Blood moud the Prence a dreid reuenge to tak Shame moud the werie Gyaunt vnto wraith Shame gainst reuenge reuenge gainst shame does wrake Their ire their will their veangeaunce vnto deathe Thryce stroaue the gyaunt in his armes to fold The Prince but his left airme refusd his hold 55. Which great eduantage did the Prince espy And in his armes the gyant stronglie greips Whill both their feble forces thus they try Sad night with sable wings their deids eclip's Whill as her daughter darknes their resorts To guyde the gyaunts soule to Plutos port's 56. Thryce gir't the Prince the Gyant in his armes And thryce againe he 's forc'd to let him go With deip and deidlie wounds the gyant harm 's The back the leggs the theighs of his strong foe By on vnarm'd so ouercum to be He loath'd he scorn'd and he disdain'd to die 57. Thus strugling long at last to ground they paâ— Of fallis the Gyants helme the Prince up flies And quicklie with that mightie irone masse Beats furth his brains with his brains his eyes Thus bold disdainfull fearce prow'd full of wraith He yeelds his soule to hell his lyfe to death 58. The Prince gaue Ioue his prase his thanks his right But yet this bluddie conquest hade so muâ—he Febled his strenght his ualour his might Tyrd wer his trembling legges his waiknes suche He falls at last no differ could ye kno Betuixt the victor and his vanqueist foe 59. The Queene Philena fair who all this whyle Hade wee l remark'd the valour of the Prince Cheird vp her wofull looks and with a smyle She haisted doune to bring Penardo thence Whom when she sawly pale cold bloodles dead She grou'nd she sigh'd she sank doune at his head 60. This sight amaz'd her seruants much but more It troubled Arebo the trueth to fynde At last his science airte and magik loir Reueild to him the secreit of her mynd Wheirfore with cair greif sorow wo wounde He fear 's least deathe pairt lyfe loue assunder 61. Altho eun'e to the deathe he haits the Prince Yet for Philenas cause for him did cair And softlie caus'd them bothe be caâ—ied thence Vp to the rock and lay'd in chambers fair Wheir soone he bâ—ought by skill arte craftingyne His lyfe his senses and releif from pyne 62. When lyfe
nobly for to dye was all he crau'd For to reuenge his wrong his infamie Yet knew not who with death his lyfe wold by But also sweir him to releeue or dy 68. Whom they had tyed with cords with a chaine Had bound him to a staik his armour on So he deâ—yrt and so he did obtaine In armour thus to burne and burne a lone O kyndnes true that feare of death remoue O praise O vertue great o wondrous loue 69. To sie that sight amaizd Penardo stoode His breist begane to swell with raige wâ—aith ire Pitie drew from his eyes of tears a floode Wraith pitie helpt pitie blew angers fyre And thus his wraith his pitie ire and wo Brought Suddane warre and suddane conquest lo 70. Heir loue heir proud ambitioune man'd the feild And still contend's who most gouerns the mynde Loue caus'd the stranger to the fyre to yeeld Eune loue of Prince Penardo most vnkynd Who rewld by proud ambitione skornd to be Ore matchd in ought and cheiflie courtesye 71 He feghts alone amongst a thousand foes And all of them defyes and ouerthrew All whom he fand to ground with mightie bloes And still his wraith still his reuenge renew Nor gaue them leaue to pray to plaine to call Suche haist he made to kill to murder all 72 Some at his dreidfull angrie look affâ—ay'd Fled heir and their and some in heaps doune fell Those that withstoode slaine on the earth wer layde And those who leauing could not him repell With their dead bodies rais'd a wall a none And thus gainstoode when other means wer gone 73. But he but ledder skalled or engyne Martchd proudlie o're thoâ—e walls and fortres strong And wold display his sheild for ansigne fyne And tosse his flamming sword his foes among Till he vnto that dreedfull fyre was come Some fear'd some fell all fled to giue him roume 74. That amorous Knight that to the staik was tyed Bâ—holding his strainge deads and wonders strainge Brek all his bands and through the fyre he hyed Whoe 's threatning sword did thrist for dreid reuenge Not that he cair'd his lyfe or feard ye fyre But for to ayde or dâ—e was his desyre 75. Be this the King Prince Doreo hade sent With him his guarde for to chasteize their pryde Him self reteir'd that mischeef to preuent He feard some secreitt treasone their t'abyde This armed band and Doreo now assaild These warryours stout but nothing yet preuaild 76. More deadlie then more crewell grew the fray The Prince and his Companione bak to bak Such valoure shew such wounders wrought that day And with such courage did such hauok mak As Eggles Haulks or rauening Wolfs that rear The simple sheep or sillie fowles that fear 77. Those warryours tuo stout hardy fearce and bold Wold thus asswage their hunger quensh their thrist With bodies dead in gorie blood inrold Great was the valour of the stranger first That sharpe reuenge and vengeance sharp ordaine Ilk blow a wound eatch wound death vo and paine 78. Those Champions disseuered wer againe Eache one with warrelyk troups besett a round And stroue to tak them both but all in vaine They beat them back and kill fell to ground Whose aâ—me straitcht furthe to tak them first wold enter He seis cutt of darrs no further venter 81. Penardo still those forces new assaild Whom he with strenth and might still overthrew And lykwayes still the stranger Knight preuaild But Doreo the Prince hiâ— strenth wee l knew And theirfore to the stranger Knight he haisted On him both ire and honor to haue faisted 82. That galant stranger matchles for his woorthe Met him amid the reid blood flowing plaine And raige bloode warre murther bâ—eathed furthe Eatche other stronglie hits hitts agane At last the stranger 's airme alost he bore And Doreo's heid he brak he clift he tore 83. Dreid horrour fear and terrour of the sight Made all to feir to tremble to quak Conquest once smeld by that braue stranger Knighâ— The Squadrones ranks bands he roodly brak Wholl trops to earth he brings he beats he beirs So winds brinks doune the corne rypned eer's 84. As chyldren mak in pastym sport and play Ane spaill to waft to role to tosse to flie About their heid quick speedie nimble lay That of one thundring spaile it seemeth thrie So seemd the straungers sword whoe 's deids thy thought Strainge wonderfull incredible wer wrought 85. Thiâ— ramping lyoune sought Penardo out And fand him in the mids of all his foes Whom strong valiant hardie bold stout The heaps of murdred bodies did inclose So irk't he was and wearie their with all Tho still he faught yet reddie stil to fal 86. Their Death 's sad court deaths palace their abode Their tropheis wer erect'd vnto his name Their lukwaâ—me blood did smook and flow abroade The stranger stood amaizd to sie the same And softlie sayd O valours onlie stoir Whence comes his wealth of conquest fame gloir 87. Now Phoebus from his glorious carre doune lyes In Neptuns azure palace whill sad nyght A rose maskd vp and cled in dreidfull gyis With fearfull shad's of darknes and affright The worthie stranger to Penardo haisted And delt so many deaths till Death was waisted 88. But lo the tumulte munting in the are wold pers ye clouds with plents and vofull sounds Men wemen bairnes with furie raige dispair Reuenge and vengeans call's till heaune resounds Now wes their daunger greatter then before Thouâ—ands by heaps almost to earth them bore 89. Yet heaun's decried their savetie thus inteir Blâ—k night o're all the earthe spred furth her vaiâ— And suche a fearfull darknes did appeir It seem'd their was no darknes left in hell With hands they grap't they wander they stray So does the blind alone that los't the way 90. And thus confus'd now heir now their they rine Penardos freind thus to him said but dreid Sheath now thy sword leaue heir thy sheild win Out throw this lawles multitude with speid I 'le gvde the to the forrest heir but stay Why then I go quod he show yow the way 91. Thus throw the throng vnseene vnmark't vnknowne They marche alone but feir but cair but dreid Nor was their feirles flight to anie showen But saiflie to the forrest come with speid Wheir in a groue hard by a fontane syde They rest whill light for saifer flight pâ—ouyde Caput XVII Argâ—ment THe stranger Prince Penardo knoes Of whom he does reioy's Who tellis him many woundrous thing 's At last they heir a noyes The Queene of Macedon they sie Led by them as they thought Fals Arâ—bo beguyls the Prince Whome long the stranger sought 1. WHen Budans could not thus attaine reuenge Of that disgrace shame was to them wrought With noyes confus'd sad shout 's and murmur strainge The slaine murdred bodies home they brought And to this day Penardo's thought so wyld That with