Mayde For thy blis'd name blisd natione to enquire And that thryce happie soyle wheir yow west bred Resolue me this which to thy woorth adds more More to my bands more to thy fame thy gloire 52. Not so Madame quod he theirs not in me That merits from your lips to haue a sound Much les a praise yet if their onie be Yow ar the sourse the roote the spring the ground From whence that vertue spring bud bear or grow Such force haue words if from your lips they flow 52 As for my name my natione soyle or bloode In Thessalye neir Tempe's flowing fontanes Vpone the banks of fair Peneas floode Their was I borne betuixt to famous montanes That Ossa and Olympus heght and so From then Pelympus I no more I kno 63. Thus whill be spak attentiue was the Mayde To his sweit braith and his sweet voices sound That peirsd her breast her haiâ—t and all affray'de Eache word a dairt eache dairt a crewell wound Eache wound by force a deidlie poysione framme A seiknes a diseas a quen'shles flamme 55. And whill she thuâ— to him heir speak delights Amid the bushes thick they heir a noyce Of horses trampling and of armed Knights Whiâ—l trembling fear bereft the Ladyes ioyes But lo the Prince his sword and sheild prouyds And suddanelie wheir was the sound he ryds ' 56. Wheir as he seis thrie Knights in armour bright And in his wraith inquyres what they wold haue From the those ladyes sayd the formest knight First sayd the Prince you their goodwill must craue Yes Yes sayd he but for thy fault thy wrong Death thou deserues death you shall haue or long 57. Who death so frilie geues no thing wins Peâ—haps mey serue him self before another For charite ay at it self begins This said the Prence no answer made the other But eache began to thunder on the bloes Valour alyk lyk strength lyk courage shoes 58. Yet that which harm'd the Prince Pinardo mosâ— The vther tuo did also him assaill But he whoe 's neuer-deing valour lost No tyme his deidlie blowes began to daill Doâ—ne to the breist the one he cleift in tuo And heidles left the vther at a bloe 59. His first Apailler feirslie forward ryde Tuo mightie bloes he gaue him for his due One cleift his sheild the vther pears'd his syde And at the thrid his sword in pecees flew Whome at on bloe the Prince hade brought to death But saw him with out a sword and calm'd his wraith 60. But hee that wants a sword did nimblie prease To greip the Prince and bring him from his horse Which he refuses not bot with a treace Hâ—m in his mightie armes he strains by force He beirs him to Vodina him presented Who all this tyme the battel soir lamented 61. Yet knew she not those other Knights at all Loue hade her eyes so fix't vpone the Prince The other Dams fled fear'd fanting fall But loue stout hardy bold was her defence And when the Prince presents to her the Knight Ah stay quod she thy hand wraith ire and might 62. He is my freind and come to find me out And to releeue me from the Gyants thrall Prince Doreo he heght strong hardie stout Then my offence my wronge my fault all Quod he deserueth death ah haist I blame Haist cause of murning death repentance shame 63. Prince Doreo stil amaizd dum sensles stoode Loue and regaird stroaue with disgrace wraith shame Wraith bad reuenge reuenge the others bloode Shame bad reuenge disgrace loue sayd the same Dismay'd amaiz'd he staird gaiz'd about At last Vodina thus recald him out 64. Amaizment Dorio leaue and leaue to dreame Thank now this Knight whoe 's valour courage strenthe Preseru'd my lyfe my honor and my fame The Gyaunt and his knights chastiz'd at length Whome to disgrace to death to shame he send Thus he began what non but he could end 65. Loue jealousie disdain hade kendled fyre Of wraith to heir his Mistres praise his foe Yet cunninglie he smudden in his ire Till tyme place fate and fortune fauor sho Then quicklie turning to the victor Knight Thus sayde he syre I shame not by thy might 66. To beore cum since fates hes the ordaind Most happie and most fortunat of all Nather do I accout my valour staind Since Fortune the her Champione does call Thryce happie thow and famous thryce for why Thow art Vodinas freend hir Seruand I. 67. Be these his laittest words the Prince weell knew Loue was the only passione of his mynd Wheirat within him self he smyld yit shew Great coutesie for these his prayses kynd Nor did he loue nor feard he Riualls spoyle Such proud ambitione in his breist did boyle 68. Then fordward on their way they still proceed Till they oretack the Ladyes that wer fled Whom heir and their in bushes hid for dreid They find half dead with fear and terror led Yet all with fair Vodina ford wart pas To Buda wheir the King her father was 69. At last Apollo in the west discendit And chang'd heauns goldin smyls to azure hew When as their iorney with his course was endit Budas heighe tours they look they sie they vew Whoe 's gliftring splendor fyrie lightnings throwes Throughe glomie heauns so shynning CynthÃa shoâ—â— 70. Thus neir to fair Danubius they drew Meane while swift fame hade tydinges borne of all How that strainge Knight fearce Argalantes slew And sau'd Vodinus shame disgrace and fall Then from his kinglie throne her father raise And come to geue him honor thanks and praise 71. They past that famous flood whoe 's syluer streame Disioyns tuo cities staitlie riche and fair Buda the one Pesth is the others name That on his banks heaune-threatning tops vprair Lift vp from earth as if in skyes they stoode To vew their glanceing beauties in the floode 72. Arryu'd wheir as the King did them abyde Vodina kneild before her royall Syre And told him that braue Knight kneild by her syde That sau'd her lyif his honour croune empyre Them lifted vp betuixt his armes the Roy Both them he kist and both embracd for ioy 73. H 'is led betuixt Vodina and the King Vnto their court proud staitlie riche and fair Still praises new new thanks new honors bring Due for his woorthe and happie fortuns rair And eurye day wer new triumphs deuysd That him to pleasur ioy delight entysd Caput XVI Argument VOdina shoes her loue but He Fayning base birth refusde She kills her self and Doria him As Murderer accusde From prisone long hes brought at last To burne But heauns Reuenger A stranger fends that him redeems And he Redeems the Straunger 1. WHill Prince Penardo heir vnknowne abyds Vnder the title of Pelympus still Inconstant fortune all her fauor hyds And turns her smylls to frouns her good to ill O wordlie pomp O glorie vane O fame A waisting lampe A shaddow and A dreame 2. Long
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
THE First booke of the famous Historye of PENARDO and LAISSA other ways callid the watres of LOVE and AMBITIONE WHerein is described Penardo his most admirable deeds of arms his ambition of glore his contempt of loue with loves mighte assalts ammorus temptations Laissas feareful inchantment hir releif hir trauells and lastly loves admirabel force In hir releiving Penardo from ye fire Doone in Heroik verse by Patrik Gordon Printed at Dort By George Waters 1615. To the most Honorable and most Accomoplisht Earle GEORGE Earle of ENYIE lorde Gordon and Badyenoth c. sone heire apparent to the most Illustrius Lorde George Marquies of Huntlie RIght Honorable finding my selfe inclosed in the labourinth of your al-conquering merits and dispairing of al reliefe necessitie encuraged me to goe forward till the infinite riches of your worth should choak the pouerty of my neere famisht Wit with abondance while thus I thirsted for a fatall period to my longing desires I found your Lo. incomparable virtues so seated on the throne of al perfectioÌ„ as your insatiable auarice was onely on the Heauen-infused gifts of the minde Wheirof since I could produce nothing for the release of my boundage but this barren Inuention soe many be the rare excellent Wits which exceed in that kinde as though I was assured that your wonted courtesie wold pardon my rudenes and accept of my pouerty Yet wold not theis onely deime it too meane a present for soe worthie a personage But also such multitudes of men seiming Babouns swarmeth euerye wheire now a daies being ignorant of any thing and yet will needes be Wittie in jesting at eurie mans actions so that the vprote of my confused thoughts cold not be appeased but either by obtianing aide of the first or silence of the last and as the silence is impossible soe is the aide dishonorable Wherfore I resolued being imboldened by affection to offere this small streame of my Witt to the boundlesse Ocean of your virtues vnder the shield of whose most honorable patronage this my firste borne shall aduenture to the view of the worlde armed with silence against the sensors of the Wise and with patience againste all the carpinge malice or skoffing jests that theis Appish Monkies can vent from their too curious inuectiue and belabored brains And because that all my endeuours are tied alreadye with the two-fould chaine of your L. Princely virtues and more then deserued courtesies to which the extension of my natural duty cannot adde anie suffitient tribut for the interest which your Lo. hath in me therefore being still in my former dâ—spaire I am forc'd in such a worlde of bands for euer to rest Your L. vn-redeemable seruant Patrik Gordon To euerye freendly and Courteous Reader GENTLE and courteous Reader I doubt not but some their are that wil not gentlye but rashlie censure those my labours Nether am I ignorant how hard a thing it is to please euery one Some their be that are courious whom as iâ— is impossible to pleas so haue I geueÌ„ ouer impessibilites as one whoe 's judgement could neuer reatch to the meanest of possible things Some their be that are invyous those as I care lytle for their feid so hunt I not muche for their fauor Some also wil be rashe in geueing their judgement before they haue duely considdered to whoe 's temerarious opinione as I geue lytle heed so will I suffer them to be whipt withe their owne folyes But you that ar judicieus disereit courteous eune you it is whom I wold please I confes I writ not of profound and deip maters fitting your judgements bot according to the shallownes of my braine as their is not much good to be reapt so shall you not find much evill Wheirfore my willingnes I hope will satisfie a great parte of your contents supplie my defects Looking alwayes that altho I can not in the greatest measure satisfie your exâ—ectation yit ye wil accept freindlie of my goodwil In respect that vnto your charitable hands only I cousmit the censure of these my paepers as the vndoubted touche stone wheron my trauels must be tryed And how many so euer my eâ—rors be which I doubt not but the thrie afore named wil mak to many yit to you I hope it shall suffice that I acknowledge my owne weaknes But fearing to deceaue my self with too muche presuming on your courtesye I haue left of in the mids of my labours for that I was loath to paine my self with to muche trauell till I wer better certefied of your fauourable acceptance which while I heir of I haue thought goode to stand at a point and breath a whyle as the only rewaird I craue for al my trauells yit my counsel is before yow geue judgement that ze enter and walk throw all my fielde look on euery shade searche throw euery corner wheir amongst the pople and tair yow may find some pure grane And amongst the thornes and breirs some roses that may perhaps haue a pleasant smell Vpon al aduentures hoping that suche will be your censur as my meaning is towards yow I bid yow fairwel Yours as you merit P. G. THE AVTHOR to his Patrone YOur Lordshipe when I call to mynd And your great fauors whiche I fynd I plaine I sighe my tears doun fall For this my strenth my witt my skill Not equaleizing my good will No not my lyfe my self my all My self my seruice both is due Both bonde by duety vnto yow My wealthe to meane for to present yow A present then I shame to mak it Not with your honor stands to tak it Thus nought is myne that could contenâ— yow Oft thus I pause I think I muse And tho us and vther things I chuse Wheirof their 's no thing myne to geue Then geue I ouer my vane contentione And sâ—â—yues in nought but apprehensione So rests your dettore while I leiue Zit to mak knowne that if I could Faine would I do al that I should And oft alone on this I mus ' de At last presents unto my vew This Knight beit cold and pale of hew That seem'd no danger hade refus'de His armour rousted rent and torne Clift was his sheeld his sword was worne A stranger in this countrey strainge Nor aduentures might heir be found The warr-lyk Knights heir till the ground And rights their wrong with lawes reuenge Altho this Knight was borne a Prince Zit none wold do him reuerence Whiche I lamented muche bevaild And of his sorowes took a pairt But lo his proud ambitious hairt Calamiâ—ye hade nere assaild This muche his giddy braine furth bred If he with armour once wer cled To searche aduenturs hunt for fame Zit wovld he â—aâ—y heir a whyle And pouse his fortune throw this yle Perhaps to win a famous name I pitied much his poore estate His mightie mynd I could not hate No armour no equippage fyne Hade I befaitting such a Knight Zit to my power
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
raige and greif hâ—r haiâ—t in peices teirs 17. Now Fame began her fether footed race By manie lands and seas she tooke heâ— flight At last to rest her swift and speedie pacâ— In Datia land at courâ— she doune did light And in the ears of mightie Sigismound Those wo full newes she wofullie did sound 18. How that his deirest Sone dier Tropolance Achaians Prince hade now berefâ—â—flyâ—e And â—hat into a Ladyes faâ— defence He bâ—auâ—liâ— died in thaâ— coâ—ragious stryfe Then plagâ—e on pâ—ague the Tyranâ— ear 's confoundit Pâ—yd angre â—aige reueng blood muâ—ther soâ—nâ—iâ— 19. Reuenge proceids of iniurie by right A Passione thâ—t fraile man tormenteth much It gnaweâ— the hart with tormentâ— of despight By day and eâ—ke by night molesting such As arâ— offendit thus iniust it proues For the offendar nought at all it moues 20. Sum in reuenge does alwayes use to kill But that is crewell rage and meir despight For he â—hat would reuenge must haue the skill To haue a kynd of pleasur and delyht That the reâ—eng'd may feill with shâ—me and painâ— The weyght of the Reuengers wâ—ath and gaine 21. But Sigismund of whom we now shall treat Vs'd only crewell rage and not reuenge Most vitious and detestable deceat Most filthie barbarous and yet more strange A fear a beastlines a brutâ—she passione An euill of euills past all imaginatione 22. A passione which with wemen doeth endurâ— And oftentym's has by that Sex bene vs'd And also by the Vulgare being sure Of stronger backs oâ— cowards that has chus'd The weaker contrare partie for their fo And therupon theire courage most they show 23. But lo the braue and mightie mynds we sie Wheir valour dueells their strength does exerceize Against the strong resisting enemie And those whose deids their fame does eterneize Whome they no soonner to their mercie gett But pitie does their crueltie abett 24. Such pitie us'd not Sigismund who sweir To mak the Earth with Graecians blood so drunck That all the world yea heaune it self should heir The iust reuenge of his deir Sunnes deid trunck Thus soone he rais'd ane armie void of fear Whoe 's stomacks stout breath'd furth reuenge weaâ— 25 This Sigismund a mightie Pagane strong The scepter held of many mightie land Which he by right of warre or rather wrong Most Tyranelyk did keip into his hand Who with this armie great to Greece did goe And tour's and strengths and touns did ouerthroe 26. And comeing to Achaia at the last King Phedro old his furie to with stand An armie did conuein wheiâ— whiâ—h he past And mett him on the bordours of the land But this proud Pagan with his multitude Gott victorie with too much Christiane blood 27. Twyce efter this the Paganes furious wrath Reuengd too well his ding sones deir blood Whole feftie thousand he did bring to death With fyftiene Princes of the royall brood Their King at last him self in Thebs inclos'd When Princes lords and commons all wer los'd 28. Whom Sigismund incompast round about With wrath with pryd with iniurie and wrong He swoor that citie sould not hold him out Tho 't wer as Troy as great a fair as strong But he wold mack irt equall with the plaine And theirof should no memorie remaine 29. But Phedro old his threatninges to preuent Fearing his wraâ—k his ruine and his fall Andromadan Embassadour he sent In Thessalie releif help ayde to call Andromodan a great Achaian lord Whome valour woorthe vertue much decoird Caput V. Argâ—ment PEenardo Prince of Thessalye Is heir vnto yow showne Whoe 's buried deids so long in graue Shall to the world be knowne Achaias great Embassadour Requyrs Thessaliaâ—e ayde The wich is granted and anone For warre prouisione made 1. INto the mightie land of Thessalye Their regn'd a King that Grodane heght to name By mightie force he conquerd Arabie Throw Greciane land so famous grew his fame Earthes terrour Europs tour and Africks woe Bulwark of freends and buriell of his foe 2. This Grodane had to wyfe a noble Dame That Sister wes vnto the Spanishe King Whoe 's lyfe gouernd with â—uch a spotles name Oâ—d fâ—me throw emptie aeâ— this song did sing Thâ—yâ—â— happie Prince of Iasons lyne that regn's And to the world an other Iason breng's 3. Those tuo wer lou'd with such a lust regarid She lou'd he feird she praisd and he renound The famous citie Eregon he reird And built the princelie Palace Pitemuond And their hi's royall court he intertain'd Million's of knights and Ladyes their remaind 4. He had no children but a Sone alone Whoe 's beautie and proportione of his face Bewrayd his royall Progenie anone His persone Princelye and his comelie grace Most rair most wyse most valorous most fair Most lou'd most loath'd still croc'd with Fortuns snaâ—â— 5. Penardo cald the obiect of disdain The skorne of loue the monument of lothe The mirrour of mischeif the map of paine The marck of daunger and the mold of wrath The Seat of sorrow and the tombe of care The winges of wrack the Burtio of dispair 6. Yet was he well traind vp in feart's of armes Tilt's turnayes and all war-lyk exercise Whoe 's braue vndanted Spright espyes no harmes Whoe 's mightie force his fame doeth eternize So lou'd of all and yet that all so feird him That Heaune and Earth Hell to much admird him 7. And had his grand-Syre Iason valorous Bein now alyue he hade not cron'd the Maine For that his dangling tresses pretious Surmunts the goldin fleece whiche he did gaine His looks his gesture and his countenance Would chaistest Phoebe moue to dalliance 8. Dame Nature followed him with sad laments Compleining of her treasurs emptie coffers Proportioune beautie vertues excrements Was left to her and cheirfullie she offers To quyt all those if he would proue so kynd To runder back perfections of they mynd 9. And yet sumtyme she stairing ' in his face Wold seeme to loue him wowing him with swyll'â— And proud of this her handie work whoe 's grace She swoir the glorye of the gods beguyl's And other whills complaining in a rage She lak'd materiall's for ensueing age 10. Which true did proue for Nature was vndone The earth was lost and mankynd was forlorne Th'ensewing ages monster 's prou'd too soone Some reasone wants some but proportione borne Some dum some deaf some blind some leam'd ar seene Some sensles witles strenghtles hartles bein 11. Now whill the Earthe was rap't with admiratione Of this fair youthe so muche admeir'd of all One contrarie remou'd the confirmatione He seem'd to haue of all that grace men call He that in loues despight him self had showen Yet lou'd at last and loath'd was ouerthrowen 12. For who can shunn his fortune or his fate All to loues liue tho' lyfe wer but a night Cear traueel woe with pleasure does debait Greif sorow paine with pastyme ioy delight The truest happimes one earthe remaine Wheir croce is
this serueill lyfe 26. It was my chaunce when I had traueld long In forrests wyde some sheipherds for to find Whoe 's lyfe content secure from fortuns wrong Would fite my cursd and haitfull dayes to end Wheir long I serued in poore and mein degrie Refusde no paine whill paine refusde not me 27. But Fortun still invying my estait And skorning this my blist tho poore content Disdaning so I should eskape her hait Not suffring death my shame wo greif preuent Nor pitted she my wo my cair my greif But pitied I should thus eshew mischeif 28. One day as I my shaggie flock furth dreane From fold to groue to medewe and to plain Evandone Prince of Ephyre did persaue Within whoe 's land thoes shipherds all remain By chaunce from sporthe com and me esteem'd More beautifull then in effect I seem'd 29. And thither oft in tyms he did resort To thrall me chaste desire vnto his will But I still cloyde with cairs and vod of sport Denyit his sute and preisd to shune his ill But all in vaine my trauell was for nought Me gainst my will vnto his court he brought 30 Ane youth he was vnmaried I confes And on my head wold set his diadem But I whoe 's hairt ane other did posses This spak the dame vnwarrs and bushd for shame And thus she turnd her speeche from whom all loue My cair my greif my sorrow did remoue 31. When he perceaud my resolutione strong Vn moud nor vowes nor prayers could preuaill He neids would haue by force dispight wrong What he could not obtain by louet ' assaill And long he mew'd me vp frome dayes sweet lyght In prisone dark in voes eternall night 32. Nor could these wrongs his crueltie suffeize Nor could he pitie puire vnhappie me But in the sight of all the Peoples eyes He would bereaue my spotles chastitie Nor could words prayers sighs or tears him moue To leaue so foull so vyld so filthie loue 33. His vitious mynd so odious had him made That all his Lords and people him detested Then would he haue me bound vpone a bed When on my kneis this one thing I requested He would not suffer Rascalls bind or bow me But his owne hands yat honor wold allow me 34. Wheirto he yeelds and I resolue to die Then cald I thryce on sweit Penardos Name Thus twyce vnwarrs her passion furth did flie Twyce she her loue bewrayd tuyce thought shame O loue true loue for speeks she or be mute Her blushe looks smyls or word bewrayt her sute 35. Yet loue to hyde that had so oft burst out Her eyes tuixt wraith and shame â—old brint and shynd At last this she excuse she casts about Quod she Thyne ayde would their haue pleasd my mynd I wish'd the when the Tyrane did aspyre To act his filthie foull and vyle desyre 36. His dagger then I quicklie puld a paire And ere he could him self of me releef I stobd his loue but with his loue his hart Wheir with the people cry'd O sad mischeef Some in a raige me fouriouslie assayld But with the greatter pairt my pairt preuaild 37. And thus begane a fearce crewell feght On at her syde wer kild hurt brusd or slaine I pitied for my caus my deid my right They murdred thus should masacred remane Wheirfor with gentle speeche pleasant words I both appeas'd their wraith sheathd their swords 38 When they be thought them on the Tyrans deids His murders great when they to mynd did call They prais'd heighe Ioue from whom ther help proceidâ— To me they gaue yair kingdome croun and all Which long for to enioy I could not stay Whom angrie fates and fortune cald away 39. I vowd yat ' rest my bodie should not find Till I my countrey freinds parents knâ— A gouernour their left I me behind Then forward on my iourney did I go Long traueld I and mony dangers past Till in this forest I arryud at last 40. Wheir whill I lay my weary lims to rest Beneth the vmbrege of a spredding Bâ—eche A virgine Nymphish lyk attyrt and drest Presents to me this armour with this speeche Aryse Laissa now the tyme drawes neir Wherein thou must a knight no mayde appeir 41. Mansay the send this armour sword and shield And thair with bids the go to Buda straight Wheirby thy Fortune Heauns shall to ye yeeld By cunning slight by force and dreidfull feght Thou must that Knight from fire from death detaine That the releeud from fyre from bloode from paine 42. As for thy Parents this he letts ye kno Thou art sole Heyre vnto a mightie King Which tym and fate and fortun shall ye sho And end to all thy greif cair sorow bring But kno thy hart 's delight and greattest ioy Shall be the greattest caus of thy annoy 43. This sayd the Nymphe throughe shaples aer does glyd I fond my self well arm'd on euery pairt And forduart fast my spedie steps I hy'd Me thought some fear assailt my pancing hairt Some fear of fortune ill mishap mischeef Wheirat I tremblit shouk quakt for greif 44. Whill thus I go tuix dreid wo hope and fear I met By happie chance a Palmer old Who did the mater all to me dcelair And how yow slew stout Aâ—galantes bold And tho your name was chang'd yet weell I knew Your deads your valour shew me it was yow 45. Then Argalantes Nephoy fain'd I me To mak you frie non other mein I saw And to reuell to yow for yow I die Then knew I weell yow all the treuth wold shaw So should yow die I leiue for to be sory That Earths obiect was saift lost her glory 46. By this heaun's light Earths confort Darknesse foe From our horisone Night did wairn to pas And lyke transparent cristall gaue to sho The hemisphere or lyk bright azure glas Or lyk a demi-syluer-globe it lyes Vpone the earthe earthe seem's to beir the skyeâ— 47. No sooner days faire coach man did appeir When as their talk was interrupt and stayit A noyes of horse and chariots they did heir And suddanly they roise as half affrayit Whill as the sound drew neir they did espy Some threttie Knights that gallopt softlie by 48. And round about a coatche they seemd to ryde That four whyt fair and galant coursers drew In which a lady sat whoâ—s beauties pryd Seemd to contend with bright Apollos hew Yet throw her beautie lookt furthe proud disdaine That shew her mynd displeasure did containe 49. Her crimsone cheek leandon her snow whyte hand Her eyes Loues fyrie Comets seem'd With chyld With tears which woe and anger did command And raind downe Tempest from her face so myld On her fair breist lyk diamants whoe 's rainge Fyr't by hir eyis in thousand colours cheange 50. Or lyke the rory deaw in May that lyes One snow white lilies and on purple roses So stands the Nectar drops stild from her eyes
stâ—rr Nor Phoebus liâ—ht in glomie darknes spred Might matche with her she staind that beautie farr But tho shew is most admirable fair Her lyfe as strange was as her beautie raâ—e 15. For finding by his curious searching out Evne at heâ— birth this visione to enswe Hâ— thought she wes the flamme if not put out That should his croune and kingdome thus subdue Vheirfore resolud for to preuent mischeif Her death must be the way to his releif 16. The dolfull message of this wofull charge He to a Groome whom he most trusted gauâ— A â—outh whoe 's faith he oft had tryd at large Him he commands the infant to reseaue Anâ— to tâ—ansport her to a woode or montaine And droune her in sum river Spring or fontaine 17. O crewell sentence barbarous decrie O haâ—pie chyld but oh vnhappie Father That for a dreame a tove a fantasie A vaine Chimeâ—a or hellâ— vision rather Wold spoyle so sweet a creature of breath And kill thy self to saue thâ—â—elf from death 18. In Acheron blak Night her selfe did wrapp And heaud her head aboue the Easterne streame But Titan dyud in Thetis watrie lapp While yow might see him blushing reid for shame Thence to be chass'd with his fearce foe vnkynd That braith'd furth darknes to the farthest Ind. 19. In darkest shaddowes of the glomie night This Messinger furthe throw the desert goes The harmeles Infante harmefull death to dight That her poore lyfe now got she now might lose So suckling lambs by rauening wolfs ar torne And doues by Eggles to their deaths furth borne 20. This Messinger Kalander heght to name Whoe 's Syre the greattest Prince beâ—eth the croune Boor rewell o'ur Sparta land of antient fame His witt and valour wan him muâ—h renoune Whoe 's Sone of these tuo veâ—tewes wanted nether But shewd him self the Sone of such a Father 21. Who going straight vnto this crewell act And moud with pitie of the infantâ— age Whoe 's youâ—h to young for deaâ—heâ— procuring fact And Innocent of Faâ—herâ— wrathfull rage Yet fearing if he does prolong her breath He should pâ—ocure him self a shamefull dâ—aâ—h 22. To Helicons fair mont he taks his flight Praying the bloude of this poore Innocent Vpone the Fathers head might alwaâ—es light That in disgrace and shâ—me he might repâ—nt For doating dreams if this pooâ—e Infant die His be the fault the losse the infamie 23. Thus praying he approch'd vnto the place Hypocrene downe wheir the Muses sport Vewing the beautie of this Angels face Againe it moud his pitie in such sort He nought regairds the King nor lyfe not all But saves the babe frome ruine death and fall 24. Leauing her saiflie by the fontane syde Vnder the vmbrage of a loftie Pyne Wishing her frowning Fates for to prouyde Her beautie once into the world might shyne Thus he returns and thus the King beguyld And craftily with suggred words him sild 25. When golden-haitd Apollo furth did glance His amber loks furth throwes irradiâ—nt beams And one the esterne waues begins to daunce To murm'ring musick of the roaring streams The Muses for to welcome home their Syre From coutche and secreit Cell did furth retayre 26. Their daylie morning progres is to vew The sacred streams of Aganippe well whoeâ— murmur like sweet lullabies furthdrew Old Morpheus from out his quiet cell Vho had the babe with slumbring sleip bereft whom young Kalander at the fontane left 27. These sacred Virgins when they did espye The babe sad fear made all their beautie fade Fearing discouerie by sum wantone eye But vewing well the beautie of the Mayde They vewd admiring anâ— admiâ—d the sight Their sight bred wounder wounder bâ—ed delight 28. Such beautie rare till then they nere had sein But feard it was sum stolne virginiâ—ie Wheir With theme selfs so spotles pure and clein They wold not thus defyle in infamie But instruments the Fates did them ordaine Of pleasure lyfe perplexiâ—ie and paine 29. For pitie them forbad of creueltie Vnto this harmeles helpleâ— innocent Wherefor with graue aduise and modestie The Muses all in vniforme consent Brings vp the babe with care full obseruation In vertue grace and heaunly meditatione 30. The sacred Muses that in vertue shone As if they well had knowne the Fates decreit Vnto the infant wold a name impone A name conforme and to her meritts meit So that a correspondence might be knowne Betuixt her name and her hid Fate vnshowne 31. And dyueing then witâ— drops divyne her heid Fair Lissa or Laissa thay her cald A proppre name for her mishaps indeid Who subiect was to daungers manyfold For Lissa is asmuche to say as rage Vheirin no force her furie could asswage 32. When with the Musses she remaind weell neir whâ—le she did rune of fyifteine yeares the race Eune â—or the loue which they to her did beir Eache one of them indued her with a grace But lo these gifts made her enuyd of alâ— Thus loue bâ—ought gifts gifts hate and hate her fall 33. Yea to the fair Laissa in her birth The heauns wer all affect'd so feruentlye Looking with myld aâ—pect vpon the earth In thâ— horoscope of her natiuitye That all the gift of grace and goode perfection They pourd on her most beautifull complection 34. Her face was lyke the sky bothe cleire and fair Her cheeks as whyt with vermeil red did show Lyke roses in a bed of lillies rare Whill they ambrosiall odours from them throw Feiding the gaizers sense with double pleasure Such force his beauties all-celestiall treasure 35. In whoe 's bright eyes tuo lyuelie lamps did flame That dairted beam's lyik lightning blasts of thunder Cupid tho blind still ayming at the same Thousands of shafts he sende but with great wounder She breks his wantone dairts with awfull yre And with dreid maiestie she quensh'd has fyre 36. The Graces one her ey-lid's seem'd to sitt Vnder the shadow of her bending browes Her goldin treases couriouslye was knitt With Pelicans of pearle and siluer doues These hair lyke goldin weir one eurye pairt Seâ—ud as a nett for the beholders hart 37. Her yuorie foâ—head was a table fair Wheir Loues triumphs weâ—e cunninglie ingrapht All goodnes honor dignitie was their In vertues treasure litle hade she left Shâ— was the mirrour of cèlestiall grace That can not be outrune with tymâ— swift pace 38. And yow might sie that alwaâ—es when sho spak Sweit words lâ—ik dropping hony she wold shed Tuo rainge of pearle with rubies tuo wold brak The words betuix them softlye whill they fled Which made sweit siluer sound 's whoe 's noy â—ent furth Wold deadlie sadnes moue to amarous mirth 39. And yet her humble and submissiue mind Was neuer moud with hellishe pryde to rise But why should I poore I descrybe her kind Which to expres no mortall can deuise Nor can I preis to paint furthe such a feature Least skilles I should wrong so fair a creture 40. Fair Imps of beautie
14. Ah flattrie wyld and most pernicious The mask of malice mouer of miâ—cheif The Father old of lies most vitious The Nurse of falshood and the ground of greif The fall of kingdomes Princes and eâ—tates The cause of murther sinck of all deceat's 15. The map or purtrat of Hypocresie Vsurping once the office of a fâ—eind Thou beirs the name aâ—d voyce so cunninglie As if the knott of freindship wer combin'd In the while lyik a Slaue thouw serues the will Yet fram's desyre to the desing's of ill 16. Thus vnto man a Slaue thou seem's to be And yet thou still obtains â—he masters hyre Tho art Conquerour of womens chastitie And ou'r their Sex thow beirs a proud empyre The sharpe rebuk's of freinds ar better far Nor suggred words of anie flatterer 17. As cunning Foullers drawes with craftie â—light The fouls into the traine for theme deuysd Or fisheâ—s that allures the fishe by sight Of baiâ— which pray has them to death entys'd So flatâ—â—ie leids a man to his owne fall His shame his wrack his death disgrace and all 18. As Syrens doe with sweetest sounding songs Enchauâ—t the Sea-mans hart his ears his eis That them to heare ay more more he longs Thiâ—her diâ—ect'd his winged vessel flies Tâ—ll shee is clift vpon â—he craggie shore And then the monstre does the man deuoure 19. So Sycophants allures thy mynd and thence In flamm's desyre when from their lip 's does flow Stream's riuers floods nay sea 's of eloquenee That drouns the Senses with a pleasant show Of all delight yet proues deceat and pain Which heir is shown'e by falce Alectos train 20. Whoe 's fyre in flam'd the braue Phelarnon's mynd That â—pheroâ—e to vew Parnaessus montane And from his fathers court insecreir kynd He stole vnsein to sie the sacred fontane While by the way his hope his hairt his thought For praise woorth valour and renoune they sought 21. While he drew neir the mount he stoode to wonder The earthe begone to tremble quack and rapp As if it would haue rent and brust a sunder With trembling noyes lyik to a thunder clapp At last he on a fearfull flamme did look Cum frome a caue enrold in clouds of smook 22. He whoe 's vndanted spright nought could effray To know this strange aduenture wold draw neir Frome out the flamme he hard a voyce to say Ah wofull Prince Phelarnon back reteir Death the abyds vpone Parnassus montane If thow approache too neir the sacred fontane 23. He stoode as one amaz'd to heir his name So cald vpon by Whome he could not knowâ— At last as one awakned frome a dreame He sayd what ghost so er'e thou be but show Thy name why thou threattins me with death Their of no sign 's appeir I liue I breath 24. The voice agane made answer to the Prince My name is Mansay of the flamming rock That in the bowel's of the earth far hence By magick spell foresaw thy fatall chok For this heaune threatning mont whoe 's streams falls doun Conteins thy wrack and ruine of thy croune 25. Wheir fore flie back and leaue thy fond conceat Mar not thy mynd with suche a frantick storie Leaâ—ne for to eternize thy endles deate In antiâ—que roll's of fame with Maâ—tiall glorie Leaue to the Muses their diuorc'd empyre Be not ou'r cum with loues alluring fyre 26. And thus fairweel new visions calls me henee At those his words the Prince amazed stands He neids wold now returne but no dâ—fence Was left Alectos flattrie him commands To go and sett all dastard fear a paiâ—t It is not words but deids that kills the hairt 27. This was Laissas brother certanlie Achaias king of children hade no more For all men deem'd Laissa for to be Dround by Kalander as ye harde before Alecto that foull feind the Prince has led Of Lissa fair to be enamoured 28. And so resolud he mounted vp so hye That by this tâ—me the chariot of the Sune Had neir hand reacht the top of all the skye From whoe 's reflex all creaturs doeth shune Them selfs and so he sies a groue of tries Whoe 's loftie tops did seeme to threat the skies 29. Wheirto Phelarnon hastelie did goe They promeist aide the heat for to with stand Wheir Sommers blossomes made a seemlie show So thick that heat nor cold no â—ntraunce fand Whose smell a swit ambrosiall odour throues Furth throuw the plains the medowes the groueâ— 30. He much admeird those tries so straight fyne The Cedar Elme and Oak the Ciprus fair The Esp the Esh the Popler and the Pyne The Lourell Ew the Raintrie Willow rair The Birk the Olyue Sallow and the Mirrhe The Mazer Beitche the Birsell and the Firre 31. There was he led throuw Naturs woundrous store Whill chiâ—ming birds did toune their chanting lay's Vnto a syluer brook that sweetlie rore Whoe 's murmur on the trembling Pebles play's Their roaring musick Echo baâ—k â—eâ—ouâ—ds From hollow caues heigh rock's whisling windâ— 32. And whil he trauel'd throuw these path's vnknownâ— He suddanlie was â—avish'd with delight Of ane faiâ— Lâ—die who to him waâ— showne All naked â—aife her smoâ—k and sleipping streght Beautie wold neids triumphe loue should wondâ—â— Loue bred delight and courious sight bred wondes 33. Her armes owt ' croce her comely brest that hingâ— As if thâ—y wold defend iâ— frome â—ssault Of frantick Loue who wiâ—h displayed wings A boâ—e her in the are was finding falt That Ioue sutch sacred treasur would pas by Whome Iuno skarce could keip aboue the sky 34. Her long small hands as lillis whitte did seemâ— To ioy for being amorous eache of other Their soft embracements sweit they did esteemâ— Whill as their fingers link't in pair's together Her yourie monts to whose aspyring top's Blew asure conducts drew sweit Nectar drop's 35. Humbled them self vnto her corall lipps Who in their pretious purple painting dye Tuo rainge of orieâ—tiall peâ—â—le eclipse From wounding sight of peirsing mortall eye Whâ—t carles sleip neglect's by curâ—oâ—s chance In ordour lye her beautie to aduance 36. Her muskie bâ—eaâ—h still mounting in the skie Whose smook lyâ—k â—weit perfume infects the air Her deip â—nd hollow throat continually Seâ—dâ— furth a dulce and dolfulâ— sound of care Wheir wâ—th â—um skalding sighes wer interlynd Whoe 's muntiâ—g shew the soâ—ow of her mynd 37. Her daintie limbs wer shed with flourie knop's Who loath to part fâ—om â—ueh a galant prâ—y Made leauie mantâ—es of their lofâ—ie top's To hyde her daintie skine fâ—om heat of day Aâ—d floâ—â—â—sht fairer then they did before Prouyding crouns and garlands for her glore 38. Evn'e as the Lyzard through the flourie grase Beholds a mans fair â—isage wâ—ill he sleip Thither in hâ—ist shâ— craull's with speedie pase And of her bâ—ood her kendlinges taks no keip Shâ— lyes she â—ooks she loues and taks delight To sie his face and surfeit one the sight 39. So whill the Prince beheld the sleiping
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
is mixt Wallowing in pleasure plungd in eternall night Of all foâ—getfullnes and idle slouth And sklaueth man to pleas his daintie mouth 42. For drounkinnes and gluttonnie alone Drawes efâ—eâ— them a thousand filthie sines Greif anger loue extremitie anone And birning lust thâ—oughe all the bodie rins That memorie and vnderstanding quyt Extinguisht ar with lecheryes delyt 43. It maks a dulnes ow'r the mynd to creip A monstâ—e maks the bodie fatt with rest And reassone thus it luâ—leth sound a sleep Thus man does differ nothing from a beast These bates in the begining sweitlie moue But in the end a Cocatrice thay proue 44. This monstre these her stinges infecting heat In mortall mynds infixeth but releif And howked once allurde with poyson'd baitt She drawes them heidlong vnto all mischeif At last to deathe and hells eternall paine From which all hope of blis'd releiffs in vane 45. None of these stings could in the Prince haue place With them she him â—ssayls but all in vane Wheirfore she fearcelie fordwart flies a pace Ayming with tearing pawes him to haue slaine And being now heigh rais'd aboue the ground She beats him with her mightie force a sound 46. And ayming for to crush him vnto death In her sharpe pawes she taks him gredilie But he who waâ— not wholâ—â—e void of breath Her by the goâ—geâ— gripeth speedilie And had th' enchanted tapre beine a syde She new'r had gone from thence in hell t'abyde 47. But yet altho he had no hand but one Her greislie gorge so stronglie did he grip That she was forc'd to ryis and with a grone Her hold about his bodie to let slip She roar'd she yeld she brayt she billow't lowd So does the lyons bulls boars coursers prowd 48. This monsters mouthe lyk to a golfe appeirs And their she thinks him quick for to entomb A filthie smook she throwes befoâ—e his eyes Which forc'd him breathles for to leaue that roume And farther throw the flamms to seek for breath She roaring still still gaip'd still threatned death 49. So Neptune in a raiging storme doeth rore When Aeolus his bloystring face ou'r blowes His rolling billowes fearclie beatts the shore Gaipping his hollow greedie gulfs he showes Wher in threts to swallow or to wrak The Plowars of his yrie awfull back 50. Before she could Penardo ouer reatche He came vnto the steillie burning bed And from Phelarnons breist wheir was the breatche The daggere pull's when with a weappine cled The monstre seem'd more heauie sadd and low Her force moir feble wearie fante and slow 51. Thus thinks he of this feght to mak ane end And with the dagger to bereaue her lyfe Who with her oppine jawes does her defend And theirin cacht the dagger which with stryfe From him sho refâ— and brak in peeces small And thus to him no weappine left at all 52. Betwixt him and the sword her self she sett Which Tropolance his bloodie breist containd While as such fyre and sulphu◠〈◊〉 she let That all the hous into a fyre remaind So she a birning Salamander seem'd But nothing of hir fyre the Prince esteem'd 53. And yet this kynd of fâ—ght was verie strange That Hercules the lyk did neuer vew When aâ— the Gyant Cacus in reuenge Of Italies enormities he slew Nor when the Minyan force before him falls Raising their mightie seige from Theban walls 54 Nor when he slew the dragone fearce in fight Yea none of his tuell labours might be match To this for that he vsd his strength and might And with his weapeins did aduantage watch Tuo hands he haâ—d Penardo had but one He weapins al 's our Champione had none 55. But now the braue Thessaliane nought amaizd Maks him as he the dragoâ—e wold assaill Who with her winges aboue the ground was rais'd And to the feghâ— him fearslie did â—ppaill With opned mouth she â—reasd on him to flye Who lightlie leaps a syde and letts her bye 56. Then pulls he out the bloodie weapine streght From out the deidlie wound and their withall Him self addresseth brauelie for the feght Bott loe he sies the dreidfull dragone fall With roaring low'd the earth she rudelie tear Doune tumbling into hell with greislie fear 57. A mightie wind made this fair building quaiâ— So that the greatter pairt theirof doun fell The earâ—he began to ryve and with a shakâ— The edâ—feice sank dounwards vnto hell When lo he was vpon a pleasant plaine Wheir of that building did no marck remaine 58 At last he spyes a fearfull laik in sight Whiâ—h restles rowlleth lyk a â—aiging Sea Whoe 's billowes baits their bounding banks with might That crubs them from destroying libertie And whoe 's huge waues with restles noyes did swel Though Aeolus nere breath'd theiron at all 59. Wherby he knew it was the verie same Wheir he to qvenshe the tapre should returne Which being done the strong enchanted flamme Made all the laik with fear and dreid to burne At last it raise and lyke a thunder-bolt With fearfull noyes it pearc'd the azure volt 60. When as lyk christal all the streame grew cleir The which before a pitche colour hyd 's No waue no surge no billow did appeiâ— Bot softlie on the goldin channell slyds The syluer streame with sweittest murnming sound 's Which wind 's rocks caues woods montanes back redoundâ— 61. He wounder't much at all these strainge euents Amaiz'd he stoode and gaiz'd vpon the grounde When as thrie plesant toumb's to him present's Them self's wherin he looks what might be fouâ—dâ— The toumbs of mabre richelye wrought with gold Wher on these lynes ingraph'd he did behold J Laughfull loued and yet Vnlanghfall was my loue I 'm punisht justlie for my fault And yet I faultles proue I die becaus my cryme Deserueth well to die And yit no act nor cryme at all Committed was by me First did I slay my foe And then my foe flew me And deid my Syre I brought to wrack Such was my destanie The Palace wheir I dwelt Was fairest of remoune By feftie thousand pillers borne All which my deâ—th threw doune But none can change decrie Of Fates nor NON RAP HEL If anie for my name enquire The former lyne doeth tell 62. This matchles Champioune was the rat amaiz'd The meining dark he skairslie could descâ—ye But that he knew this trophee now was rais'd And that Phelarnon their intoumbd did lye For NON RAP HEL he knew his name to be And on the secound toumbe these ly'ns did sie Me to my crewell death Ambitione surth did call In my reuenge my natioune wrought A stranger natiouns fall And with their fall thâ—ir owne Perpetuall infamie Thus am I ground of all mischief Ordaind by destanie Ah curs'd vnhappie loue Loue was the caus of all In spoyling of my Riualls lyfe I spoyld myne owne and all Then who so ere shall lock On Tropolance his name Remember loue to be the cause Of ruine death and shame 63. Penardo
more to smairt For this my fault my iniurie my mis Curs'd by the spâ—eitt that me deceaued twyce With visions dreams temptatioune fantasyes 20. Curs'd be the tyme I put this armour on Curs'd be the toung that me their to intys'd Curs'd be the hands that fram'd the same alone Curs'd be the witt that armour first deuys'd Curs'd be the spreitts the feinds the furies fell That built this house of shame of death of hell 21. And with the word his birning eyes did roll And shoot furth fearfull flamms sparkling fyre Dispight raige furie madnes did controle Witt reasone shamefast modesties desyre Wyldlie he lookd he staird he gaizd about Raige hade his witt and reason quyt put out 22. Then of his helme and armour did he teir Which in his furious raige he threw away Quod he I am not woorthie airm's to beir If this be all my conquest all my prey Of simple mayds the blameles lyfe to tack Heaune earth yea hell it self abhors the fact 23 Let brightest heaunes a sable hew vnfold Let grasse and hearbes be withert wheir I goe Let Sunne and Moone in duskie clouds be rold Loathing to shyne shameing my faults to shoe Which sould be wrapt in black eternall night In hell in paine in horrour and despight 24. Thus from the toumb he goes fuâ—th throw the plaine And wanders far and wounders at him sell He seiks the flamming rok but all in vaine That led him first vnto that feild of hell Their to gett out but none saue Mansay knew That fearfull caue and his infernall crew 25. This valley's walld about by Natures airt With mightie craiges steip rocks and montanes hiâ— Except the caue their is no entring pairt Which by that flamming fyre defendit bee Their set by Mansayes art but now the Prence The craigs rocks montans climbs flieth thence 26. While this braue youth torments his mightie mynd With wo diâ—pair cair sorow greif and paine A marble rock his roling eyes out fynd Wheir in he sies a glaunceing sword remaine The sword half in the rock a sheild besydâ— And vnderneth sum verses he espyid 27. But in his furie he disdaind to reid Which efter was the caus of all his greif For from these verses did his health proceid His hope his hape his ioy and his releif Yet from the rock the sword sheild he taks The which he cutts he beats he bowes he breaks 28. This was his sword and sheild which he did leaue Behind when Lechers birning foâ—te he wane No weapins now he cairs nor none did craue He goeâ— he knowes not why nor wheir nor when Nor stands nor sits nor reâ—ts in any place Till Phoebus tuyce had sunck tuyce showne his face 29. At last he comes vnto thâ—t rollâ—ng floode Heght Danubie whoe 's tumbling billowes roir His murmring streams in heaps â—yik montanes shood To shoulder from his place â—he craggie shoir Discharging Surges throw the clifted rocks With thundring noyes the fearfull crage he Shokâ— 30. Eune as that mightie yrone ingyne strong His bellie being fild with â—ulphuâ—e broune Casts furth a flamming smookie cloud along With fyrie balls that touns and towâ—'s thâ—ow doune And fills the aer with noyes of roaring thunder The heauns with lightning the earth with woundes 31. Eune so this mightie flood with hiddeous swye Of surges gâ—eat beats doune his brokiâ— shoirs And ow'â— the fertill land doeâ— swiftlie flie His sounding streams throw humid aer that roirs Heir stayd the Prince and heir heiâ— forc'd to stand Till he espyes vpon the syluer strand 32. A litle bairge that fleitted nigh the place The which a Damosell a lone did gâ—yde Bright waâ— heâ— colour loueâ—ie was he face But sorowfull her couâ—tenâ—nce he spyde Leauing her barck she quikâ—y to him drew And sighing sayd those â—ynes whâ—â—h â—oeth Insew 33. Ah vofull miser wretched cre'ture I Wo Paine and death greif sorow caÃr I find Long haue I gone long sought sum Knight to try Yet nere the neirer to my iourneyes end Ah my poore Lady dies for paine greif Ow'r cum but caus and vanquisht but releif 34. Altho the Prence was full of woe and cair Yet for to heir of Lâ—dies one throw Did his old paine the sorow he gott air Reneue augment Inceâ—ss and caus ouerflow So doe grein wounds their bâ—eidding stensht gone The mynd once vexd againe they ryue anone 35. And thus he said fair Lady if you please The caus of this yoâ—r greif â— pray you show To greâ—f in tâ—ubled mynds it iâ— ane ease The same t'vnfoâ—d or pairtners foâ— to know Wroâ—gs blaizd abroade will seeldom â—kaipe reproofe On gaind sum hope sum confort sum releif 36. Fair sir quod she my wrong my hope is done Wrong past releif and hope is turnd dispair And thogh of ayde my comfort al is gone Yet I le vnfold a verie world of cair Tears stop'd her braith such cunning could she framâ— Now reid now pale her coloâ—e went and came 37. Thus silent did the Lady stay a whyle And sigh'd and grond at last from craftie mynd She breath'd a souggred lye a craftie guyle A fals deceat sprung of malicious kynd Yet could she weell dissemble her fayned feirs With bashfull blushe with grones with sighes tearâ— 38. And thus begane In Transalpina fair Their regn'd a Prince that bold Euphrastes heght Who went with Datians to that luckles warre Of Greece their slaine by proud Thessaliane might He left no Heyre his sceptour for to hald But his fair wyfe the fair Philena cald 39. So young so wyse so verteous and so fair All Regiouns fiâ—d wer with her glorious fame So excellent in all perfectiones rair That Monarches Kings and Prences swed the dame And wow'd her sought her loud her yet still fynd That none could proue or moue or match her mynd 40. At last fame singes her beautie sounds her worthe In th' ears of Antiochs braue Prince anone The round the sad and solide globe sought furthe Apollo shynd not on a brauer one His might his strength his woorth his val'rous deidâ— Alâ—menas fearce vnconquered Sone exceids 41. Fame kendled so this Prince with hote desyre Which to Philaenas loue did him prouock That nather could he eeas nor quenshe the fyre Which death ordaind both loue and lyfe to chocâ— But to our court he come ane errant Knight And saw her fair and feing loud the fight 42. He serud her long and by his valour wrought Deids of great wounder woorthe eternall fame And for his due rewaird of her he sought Her loue her fauour maryage was his ayme She no les brunt with loues consumeing fyre Yeilds to his sute consents to his desyre 43. At last that day cursd day wnhappie yeir When loues vnsein delight and beauties treasure The fortres which all wemen holds most deir She should haue randred he receaud with pleasure Eune that same day with streÌ„gth with might stryfe She is carred thence and
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
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
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
Vpone her rosie cheeks sweit beauties poses She breath'd sweit balme whoe 's odore phisick proue To purge grosse sense sharpe dull witts for loue 51. And warâ—one Cupid dalieed in her lap Snatching the cristall balls still as they fall And at Penardo throwes him to intrap Too weell that craftie Cupid knew with all How to reuenge Penardos former wrong Whiche wofully he acted now ere long 52. O thow Penardo braue Penardo thow What doest thow think or wheiâ— on dost you gaize Heth loue o're cum the has one made the bow Whoe 's hand o're airmyes gote the conquiring praisâ— But O what hairt so hard or strong to keepe But yeeld's to loue when beautie list to weepe 53. And whill he stoode in this amaize he seis A simple Groome vpone a galant-horse Who cryes and sighes and weeps with watrie eyes And followes still the â—raine with great remorce At him he wold enquire and run's a paee Who in few words thus answred him Alace 54. Sire Knight if ere true pitie pears'd your hairâ— Or if the vow of knight hoode you obey Releeue my Dame and ease her wofull smairâ— By cruell tyranes reft and brought away Tak this my horse and stay my Ladyes flight Thryce happie I if this succeid a right 55. The haples Prince no questione more wold craue But taks the horse and after them he ryd's The wicked Groome that did him so deceaue Was not a Groome but in that shape abyds Fals Arebo so full of all disceat That sought his deathe fall of his estate 56. For when the Prince eskeap't Philenas traine Wairn'd be the Angell when he fled by nighâ— She wold haue murdred him for his disdaine But finding he hade sau'd him self by flight With Arebo consults for her reuenge Who hade deuys'd this traine fearce crewell strange 67. This galant Lady whom the Prince had sein Was faire Olinda whom the fares ordaind Faire crewell chaste of all hearts the Queene Loue bow'd to her but she all loue disdaind Ore Macedon she regn'd whoe 's shaip by airt The wisard fraim'd to worke Penardos smairt 58. Laissa oft requirde the Prince to stay Tiâ—l she with him the quarrel hade embrac'd But he impatient of all delay Told herd he would returne agane in haist Yiâ— loue made her vnfit to follow fast Till wandring farre she lost the way at last 59. And wearied with her heauye armours weyght Dround in displeasure sorowes greifs and harmes She traueld till the dark and dreid full nyght In folds the worlde within her lazie airmes Then rest's she by a fonte bevaills her state Her luck her chance her fortune and her fate FINIS Heir ends the first book of the famous History of PENARDO and LAISSA To the Authour NAture and arte contending which should proue Most fauourd of the muses did ordaine Old Orphaeus their Iudge who broght his loue From Plutoes kingdome and from hellish payne But he excus'd him self his workes wer torne And with tymes rusly Canker cleane outuorne Yet Sayd that he would wish them to ane vther Whoe 's lynes could weall decyd their wrangling stryff And soe thy braue Penardo did discover Wheirby aste seem'd to be bereaft of lyff Whilst thou hir conqur'our to thy greater grace Makst arte to nature euin in arte giue place Then since thu'rt arts Controler natures Chyld Stird vp by vertue to encreass thy fame Leaue not Layssa thus from loue exyld For saue thy self non dare attempt the same And as thou dost in vs sweet thoghts Inspyre Soe goe thou one and we shall still admyte