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
for shame All his confufed thoughts bred discontents And when he soght vp from the ground to cleir him The gyant with his masse agane drew neir him 20. Which lighted one his shoulder with such force That one his hands agane he stoupt to ground Who by this rude intreatment raiging worse Raige bâ—ought him strength and strength his courage found His armed fist aloft he stronglie rears And beats the Gyants brains about his ears 21. The gyant fell with such a fearfull noyes As when a thunderbolt from heaune does fall Whoe 's lightning seems to rent the azure skyes And shaks the powr's of heaune and earth withall Or lyk a wind whoe 's furious devastatione Doune throw the aer does shak the earth fundatione 21. Eune with such noyes the Gyant fell to ground While presentlie the earth did him deuour Receaueing him within her hollow wound Then clos'd agane lyke as she was before Wheir at great Iasons Neuoy was amazd And deim'd he was sum feind by magick rais'd 23. While he in this amazed moode did stand Haâ—d at his feitt his sworde he did espy The which how sone he gotte into his hand He marrched foâ—wart most couragiouslye But neirer to the pallace when he came He thought him ay the farther from the same 24. So thinks the courious man that wold attaine By trauell to heaune threatning Atlas tope Mounting as far as first his eyes hade sein It seems ane other Atlas ryseth upe Whoe 's tope did aeirs thrid regione proudlie threat Compast with clouds skoartch'd with Phoebus heatâ— 25. Then is his hope accompanied with doubt Such hope such doubt dwelt in Penardos thought He staid him self and looking round about His gaizing eyes vnto his vew sune brought A Mayd who towards him directs her pase And first saluts him with a modest grace 26. Then ax'd him whither he was mynd'tt to goe He sayd that galant foâ—tres for to sie Quod she thow finds no entres their but loo If thow would enter thow must goe with me Content was he to goe to know to proue To end the pains of death of lyfe of loue 38. At last she came vnto a vault or groat Whoe 's gâ—eâ—slienes was fearfull to behold But he who onlie had vnto his lott A bâ—aue vndanted Spreiâ— with courage bold Straight followed heâ— from light of day to darknes And lost her in that vnaquanted marknes 28. Where he does heir a dreidfull sounding voyce Lyik to the skritching of the nights blak Houle Hisling of seâ—pents and the greâ—slie noyes Of ghostly spreits in Plutoes court so foule Who if his armours vertue had not saift him Of lyfe of fame of glorie wold had reft him 29. Whom they begin to buffet heir and their Him beat thay oft vnto the ground agane Yeâ— could he nothing find but filthie aer Whoe 's smook might wee ll consume a world of men Such filthie smook it was such vglie blasts As Aetna from his dreidfull mouth forth casts 30 He drawes his sword and forward still he goeâ— Vowing to sie the end of these euents The fuâ—â—her in the thicker grow the bloes At last a fearfull noyes to him presents A thundring sound a fearfull trembling shak Whoe 's dreidfull voice made all the earth to quak 31. Yet he procids and thinks them all but toyes And stumbling doune at last to ground he fell While as he hard a piâ—eous groneing voice Lyk to the sore tormented soulls in hell That in this greislie caue this darksum shade A houling and a yowling sound still made 32. The deing grones of sum tormented wight He seemd to heir amongs these fearfull sounds Their Soâ—ow dwelt and their eternall Night Of euerlasting horror still resounds But he no tenour fear 's nor daunger dreids But forward goes and throw the dark proceids 33. As does the blind in desert foâ—rests wyde Ow'r hazards roks caues craiges montanes wander While fear of death has chast his faithfull guyde Eune feir of tempests lightning stoâ—me and thunder When as he heirs a noyes a sound a câ—y Hope thâ—ow the danger guyds him hastilye 34. So wanders he stout hardy fearles bold Att last vpone a deing Knight he fell Skarce could he speik bott zett this much he told Ah tho thou seiks for death Dispair and Hell Heir duells sad death plagues torments heir remains Hell brings from this her euerlasting Pains 35. Ah crewell death ah blak dispair alace Wo wo and with the word wo chokd his breath The Prince that pitied such a wofull cace Heau'd vp his heid and said relent from Death Perhaps some hope sum hap sum help remain He answerd nocht but this one word In vane 36. Why quod the Prence is thy releife in vaine If God so pleas his grace and mercie lend But to this house and to this hell of paine How cams't thow in or wast thow heir in send Faine would I know wheir with the deing Knight Breathd furth these words thoght weakly as he might 37. Within this caue their is a virgin Mayde Loue dairteth lightning from her glorious eyes Her beautie bright does all their hairts invade With death loue furie passione that her seis Muche is the force the strength the vigour much Who seis her deis for loue th' enchantments such 38. Many attempt's this aduenture to end But still they end them selfs and it remains Which I poore I has too too suirlie kend And now must pay my lyf for these my pains My bosume keips her beauties burning fyre That tears my hairt in peeces with desyre 39. Ah pitie said the Prence is their remeid To saue thy lyfe and quensh youths loueing flamme No no sayd he their 's naine till I be deid Heir many mo lies buried for the same Wheirfore go back leaue of returne againe Heir is no heyre bot death for all thy paine 40 Then said the Prince I surelie wer to blame Not seing danger for to leaue it soe Quod he then since thow cairs so muche for shame I pray the tak my counsall or thow goe Aboue this dreidfull Caue their stands a laik Whoe 's restles waues this thundring noyes does mak 41. The Mayde is on ane altar sacrafeizd With sulpher flamms of fyre to Pluto's Deitie Tuelf hours within that fyre sho's martyrizd And tuelf houres dround in blood with out all pitie Before her burnes a Taper will not slaik Bot in the water of that thundring laik 42. This Taper yow must win with mightie force Syne drinsh it in the forsaid laik lo Her flamm's ar quenshed then with great remorce But how to quenshe the blood yow their shall kno Yet if yow be intangled by her beautie Thy hairt thy eyes thy hands shall leaue their duetie 43. Now if the burning Tapre thou obtein To get it back shall many wayes be sought As soone as it thou wants by any mein As soone shall she from lyf to death be brought Bot if thow be intangled with her
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
stout Bramaran he chance to kill Eune heir will I inveit him for to rest Then fitts the tyme then must I work my will Then to my wishe shall my reuenge be best Loath wold I be that any should bereaue The lyfe I should I wold and I must haue 39. This spak the Dame all that her heirs still weining That she decreit by death to work his smairt But subtile wemens words hes double meining Each blow that he receaues lights on her hairâ— Oft lookd she doune oft victorie she prayd him And with her looks her hairt flies furthe to ayd him 40. And all this tyme still equall stoode the fight The gyants bloes could neuer do him harme He was so agill nimble quick and light At last he lighted on the Gyants airme Wher his left shoulder band it to his back Which with his club lyke Hercules he brack 41. Wheirat proud Bramarano raiging more Cursd all the Gods and cursd heighe he auns aboue In vaine his blowes in vaine his masse he boir In vaine his force his strength his might to proue Wheirfore in raige his masse away he flong And drawes a curtlax keine sharpe heauie long 42. Wheirwith he fearslie did assayle the Prence Vniting force strength furie raige and wraith Now gainst his thundring blowes was no defence He geues not Prince Peâ—ardo leaue to braith For now his club was no defence at al The Gyant cuts the same in peices smal 43. Nere was the Prince in daunger vntill now Now lytle could his lightnes him defend He geues him wound on wound and blow on blow Wheirfrom the blood in purple streams discend So does a fontane made with arte and cunning His streams in sundre oppin pairts furth running 44. Greats shouts and clamours from the castell came Wheirwith that wicked crew expresse their ioye But cheiflie Arebo who sayde Madame Our skill our wit our flight no more employ Ours is the day the feght the victorie His be the fall the wrak the in famie 45. Ah quod the Queene it much torments my mynd That Bramarano liues if he should die My loue my self my mariage I assyng'd To him and deathe ye know it wer to me Him for to wed which he wil haue perforce Ah deir reuenge ah lait too lait remorce 46. Ah heauns I wishe yone crewel Knight alyue Till my reuenge my self should vndertake If he the Gyaunt of his lyfe depryue Eune him my thrall and bund slaue wold I mak No more for greif and sorow could she say Her tears her sighes her grones the rest bewray 47. But she disguysd her loue with showes of hate Altho for loue she trâ—mble pant and quaikt These words againe did to her self repeat Eune him my thrall and bond slaue wold I makâ— But o sweit loue should be his prisone good My airms should be his bands my lips his foode 48. And thus did she this doubt sume feght attend With torment fear care sorow greif and paine For eurie drop of blood the Prince did spendâ— Her hairt a sighe her eyes a teare furth straine Still when the Gyanâ— stricks she starts she cryeâ— The wounds impressione in her bosome lyes 49. Amaizement greif and sorow mixt with dout Her change of hewes her thoughts confusioune showes Cold was her blood within but hote without Trew witnes that her hairt her torment knowes Now reid now paile now pale now reid agane Her loue bred fear fear greif greif bred paine 50. Hard was the stait wheirin Penardo stood His club now gone long deip and wyde each wound From whenc flou'd riuers of his purple blood Which dyed in sanguein all the flourie ground With weknes now he wearies and he faintâ— His agill leaps and nimble quicknes wants 51. Oft sought he with the gyant for to close Aâ— tho his wounds his strength lyfe did waist But all in vaine his trauell did he loose Such was the gyants wraith hâ—s raige his haist That him now heir now their now out now in He foâ—cd about the field for to rine 52. At last he stumbled on the yrone masse Wheirof as then great neid great help he fand That he it got the Prince right ioyfull was Now strength reneu'd into hiâ— strengthles hand Reuenge bred ire wraith furie raige and might Wheirwith againe he did renew the fight 53. Feirslie he faught but feble was his strengthe His might his slâ—ght his cunninge all was gone And onlie wratth manteind the feght at lengthe The gyaunt breathles brusd with blowes alone At last eache one so neir to vther drew That breist to breist and airme to airme they threw 54. Blood moud the Prence a dreid reuenge to tak Shame moud the werie Gyaunt vnto wraith Shame gainst reuenge reuenge gainst shame does wrake Their ire their will their veangeaunce vnto deathe Thryce stroaue the gyaunt in his armes to fold The Prince but his left airme refusd his hold 55. Which great eduantage did the Prince espy And in his armes the gyant stronglie greips Whill both their feble forces thus they try Sad night with sable wings their deids eclip's Whill as her daughter darknes their resorts To guyde the gyaunts soule to Plutos port's 56. Thryce gir't the Prince the Gyant in his armes And thryce againe he 's forc'd to let him go With deip and deidlie wounds the gyant harm 's The back the leggs the theighs of his strong foe By on vnarm'd so ouercum to be He loath'd he scorn'd and he disdain'd to die 57. Thus strugling long at last to ground they paâ— Of fallis the Gyants helme the Prince up flies And quicklie with that mightie irone masse Beats furth his brains with his brains his eyes Thus bold disdainfull fearce prow'd full of wraith He yeelds his soule to hell his lyfe to death 58. The Prince gaue Ioue his prase his thanks his right But yet this bluddie conquest hade so muâ—he Febled his strenght his ualour his might Tyrd wer his trembling legges his waiknes suche He falls at last no differ could ye kno Betuixt the victor and his vanqueist foe 59. The Queene Philena fair who all this whyle Hade wee l remark'd the valour of the Prince Cheird vp her wofull looks and with a smyle She haisted doune to bring Penardo thence Whom when she sawly pale cold bloodles dead She grou'nd she sigh'd she sank doune at his head 60. This sight amaz'd her seruants much but more It troubled Arebo the trueth to fynde At last his science airte and magik loir Reueild to him the secreit of her mynd Wheirfore with cair greif sorow wo wounde He fear 's least deathe pairt lyfe loue assunder 61. Altho eun'e to the deathe he haits the Prince Yet for Philenas cause for him did cair And softlie caus'd them bothe be caâ—ied thence Vp to the rock and lay'd in chambers fair Wheir soone he bâ—ought by skill arte craftingyne His lyfe his senses and releif from pyne 62. When lyfe
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
mitting of my Clio's lawes Yit since I haue most wonderouslie detected A swane whoe 's Syren-musique me enchant's Yit since I find eune wheir I least suspected A lurking poët in our home-bred haunt's O when I sie him when I sueetlie hear him I can not but commend him and admeir him Thy years dear frend ar young thy wit is old Thy youth er chyld tyme come is brought a bed Thy mine in liew of ore yeilds purest gold Thy basest rob's with crimsone ouerclade How glade am I thoes mythologique flowrs Argue the reconnings of thine Idle hours Mr. Robert Gordone To the Authour LAissa's bathing in the sacred well With charming beutie wounds the chastest hairâ— Penardos valour into Plutos cell To basest mynd's dois honour's woorth impairt And moues the Coward to desire the fight And chastest recluse search for beuteis sight The fei full ourthrow of thy Sigismund For Vsurpatâ—oune pryd and priuatt gaine Show's how the lord the lofâ—ie will confound And in extream's the humb'led soule sustaine For tyrann's proud loe heir a curbbing bittâ— For humb'led misers heir-s a confort fitt Those sacred lights proceiding foorth frome the In Natours sueetnes staning straned airâ— Maks vs the treasure of thy mynd to sie The ritches rair wheir with thowe furnish'd art For beuâ—ie Valour right and hellishe vronge Ar prais'd reprou'd and painted in thy songe Dear freind with loue whill I admeir thy lyn's Thy braue inuentioune clam's a fresh respect Thy gracefull method in them both so shyn's That I am doubtfull whither to direct My freindlie ey 's or well affected hart To playe the lizards or the pensiue part Ihone Wrrey To the Authour TH ' Entâ—usiasme or furie of thy spreit A grace both great dignlie deim'd divyne So fluentlie into thy front does fleit Whill all the world admeirs both the and thyne Each word has weght and full of lyfe â—â—ch 〈◊〉 Quick thy conceapt Emphaticall thy phraise Thy number 's iust judicious thy ingyne O thow the new adorner of our dayes Whoe 's pen or pinsell shall depaint thy praise Since Mare nought nor the Meonian muse Be with their learned nor their liuery â—â—yes Into this wondrous worthie work to vse Then tak this task tune thy trump vnto it For onlie thow art destinatt to doe it Mr. Allexander Gardyne To the Authour DEmereits Maro from proud Mars his throne A freindlie look or yit a thankfull sho Deserueth Naso from young Venus sone A cheirfull smyll if they can haue no mo Yes faith I pray then what should be thy hyre Who maks all men thir monarch gods admyre Has not thy Pen proclaim'd att lairge to all Sterne Mars his soldier great Penardo strong Has not thy layes learn'd how Laissa's thrall To craftie loues allurments too too long Then both the warreouâ—s the wanton 's theamâ— Should spare no pains to aeterneize thy name William Tod THE FIRST BOOKE OF the Famous Historie of PENARDO and LAISSA Caput 1. Argument A Visione moues Achaias King His daughter to haue slaine The Muses find her and preserue Her lyfe with care and paine In whom such woundrous vertue grew Such beautie bright and fair That those whoe sau'd her lyfe now soght Her woe her wrack her care 1. IN glorius Greece there lies a firtile land Of antient time Achaia cald by name Within whose blessed borders brauelie stan Parnassus mont so much renound of fame Where Aganippes siluer streames doe spring About the which Ioues brain-bred daughters sing 2. Sending from thence that which in flamm's the brain Of brauest Spreitts and beautifies the mynd With end les rare inventions which obtain The name of wondre to the humane kynd Who in theire works of learned witt's divyne Make Learnings light in blakest darknes shyne 3. Eune heir and in this natione most renoun'd The famous Phedro sumtyme rul'd as King By iust discent and regall title croun'd And first in peace enioyd a happie regne At last hiâ— starrs which bad coniunctions borrow Did turne his sweets in sowrs his mirth in sorrow 4. For when the winds in hollow caves containd Leaue off their sharpest cold and bitter blast To slay the tender herbs when they refraind The talest Cedars torment then was past Then was it not as when they raige at will Vnder the horns of the lasciuious bull 5. Eune when the Farthe spreds furth her mantle grein On which the wanton Flora spreds her treasure While tyme that waiâ—t's one Phoebus goldin eyne Giues lyuelye colours for the Goddesse pleasure The hills the daills the plain's ar passing fair Through heat through moyst though sueitnes of the Aer 6. The tries bud furthe before their fructe the flourish The herbs before their seid the blossom'd floure The corn's and grane their leauie stalks do nourishe The winding vynes their pregnant graips yet sour When as the goldin chariot of the Sune Twixt day and night an equall couse doeth rune 7. Wherfore eache creture bles'd with equall light Salâ—ts the princelye spring with pleasant noys The restles roling heaun with shyning bright Smyls on the earthe his loue who does reioys Of such a Mate and with her mantle grein Was deâ—k't wheir riche embrodries might be sein 8. In this delicious pleasant tyme of yeir Which bringes to farmers hope of greatineres When Phoebus gan doun in the west appeir In Thetis lap to coole his fyrie face And shadowes dark of glomie night opprest All creatur's with silence sleip and rest 9. King Phedro wrapt in heauie sleip did ly Free from all trauell care all paine and toyle Yet so oppâ—esst in his fantassy That rest from rest and ease from ease did spoyle His spreitt's his senses faculties and sent A visione that his braine did muche torment 10. And thus it was he thought him self did stand On Helicon and vewd a fearfull fire That brightlie burnt ore all Achaia land Which did vndoe burne waest his whole empyre And their withall it seemd a voyce did say This night has brought thy kingdome her decay 11. This fyre he thought did from him self proceid And to him self againe it did returne The diadem from of his princelie head This fearfulll flamme in melting dâ—ops did burne And when brunt spent consumed it had bein No mark no nor no flame was to be sein 12. Eâ—ne as a clothe in aquauitae dyd Or in sum strong and mightie burning oyle If kendled by sum fyre it is espyd To flâ—mme to shyne to blase to burne to boyle â—he liquor spent the cloth reteinâ— no staine Nor â—pot nor blot nor burning does remaine 13. When as the King awakes frome drousie sleip This woundrous visione did torment his mynd And all his senses from there fauctioâ—s keip His thoughts in vprore now no rest do fynd But when he rangd them hade a thousand wayes One path he finds in which them all he stayes 14. For loe eu'ne then his Queene wes brought to bed Of a fair daughter lyke the morning
his throught alone Feard that Penardo's hardie enter pryse Was but a craftie traine to draw him on And that the armie in some corner lay His campe vpone a suddane to betreay 26. Yet being of a mightie galant mynd He sham'd to flie at his imaginatione Wheir fore in hast to Athens did he send Wheir Brando lay at seige to show the fashione Brando the reull ou'r Seruia did hold Stout hardy wight aduentorous and bold 27. Which when he hard his seige he rais'd in hast And to the Prince Phelaston martch'd along Now know that in his camp theiâ— was at least One horse and fute sum tuentie thousand strong To Sigismund those newes he shortlie sends Who rais'd his seige frome Thebs and thither wends 28. Now Primum mobile hade drawen the light with his swâ—ft course out of ouâ— Hemispere And â—pred the â—eatblack mantle of the night That summonds all the creatures with fear Vnto their rest then for to be thair sheild They built a canues citie on the feild 29. Whil thus he had incamped in their sight Set furth his watch his campe intrinshit strong This Campioune caus'd disarme them all that night For their refreshment afteâ— iorney long After repast the Prince to sleip is gone And in his sleip appeird this visione 30. A virgine Nymphe whoe 's beautie dimd the sky Wiâ—h saddest looks with sobs with sighs with tears So sorowfull she seem'd with weipping ey Led by tuo feinds of Pluto's griesly fears Her body seem'd all dyed in crimsone blood Her garment skoarch'd in flamm's of hellish brood 31. Thus leading her hard by him as he thought She cryd o sweitt Penardo lend thy ayde Whoe 's only strength the fates decree has wrought To end the ceasles torments of a Mayde Wheirat him thought he start with suddane fear Drawing his brand those hellishe feinds to tear 32. But then with myldest speeche she sayd no more Thy willingnes suffeizeth at this tyme A gâ—eater danger thow must pas before Thy happie ayde geue end vnto my cryme But mightie Ioue in danger warre and stâ—yfe Preserue thy fame thy honor and thy lyfe 33. Not farr their stands within a pleasant vaill Ane altar built at Agamemnons cost In honor of fair Pallas sacred Cell When he was captain of the Graetiane host Their lyes a sword a sheild ane armour fair Of woorth of wounder and of vertue rare 34. Feight not before yow haue this armour on Whose woorth shall much aduance thy wondrous famâ— For know this much before tuo dayes by gone That Pluto has conspyrt to spoyle thy name For he has send the Feinds in legions foorth To seik to shame to wrack to staine thy woorth 35. And thus she vanisht quyt out of his sight He wakeing one a suddane from his sleip â—hought this to be a fantasie too light That from his humor'd braine did fondlie creip Yet warlie did his thoughts one witt attend Weying if good or ill theron depend 36. Aurora in her purple robe arose Warning pâ—oud Titan for to light the dâ—y And drew the courtens that did hâ—m disclose In Thetis louelie armes that dalleing lay Who stole away and in the gloomie East Reard vp aboue the Earth his flamming crest 37. How soone the Prince espyit his goldine light He cald for Mandadorus Prince of Mesone This Mandadorus was of greattest might Of all his subiects saue the Duik of Thesone To him he told his dreame who said your grace May try 't and trying lett the trueth haue place 38. Wheirfore he send and from his antient roume Causd raise the altar wheir they fand a stone Of Alabastre builded lyk a Toumbe In greik sum letters wer ingraft theron Those we ethe words ingraph't in gold so fyne That now as first their lustre seem'd to shyne 39. This pretious stone ane armour does retain Whos 's woundrous woorth as yit shal no man know Vntill the Spreit of them that liues in pain Eune to a mightie stranger shaell them show Who with the same recalls relents releifs Thrie Souls from paine from death froÌ„ Hells mischeifs 40. Hid was the meaning darck the sentence seemd Of all the trueth they could not rype the ground But this fair costlie armour as they deemd Had at the famous wars of Troy beine found Which graue and wyse Cassandra had inuented For Paris Troys feirce fall to haue preuented 41. Lo thus it was she knowing by her art The ruine of heaun threatning Troy drew neir And that proud Paris his vniust deâ—ert Should be the caus of such an endles weir To him by art she had this armour wrought That all the Gods decree might turne to nought 42. Foâ— she discending to the lowest Hells Her mightie powre in magick force she shew The greislie Ghosts stood trembling whill she tells Her will in frameing of this armour new Loath to prouyd remorce remeid releif Who ioy'd in blood warre murther and mischeif 43. Yitt fear them forc't they durst not disobey Her mightie art and all commanding will For she with strainge characters could a lay The pains of Hell from punishment of ill Yea she the Suns diurnall course culd stay And turne to daâ—kest night the brightest day 44. And whill these feinds this armour fyne did make They forgd the metall first in Aetnas flame And temperd it into the Stygiane lake With herbs of woundrous force amongs't the same That mightie stâ—ong inchantments can with stand Yea sword and fyre and water can command 45. Ioues douchter brought king Agamemnon furth When she with them returning was to Troy Who seing them of such a woundrous woorth Bereft the graue Cassandra of her ioy Who had with herbs and flams of Flegitone Composd a strange and admirable stone 46. Which secreitlie she in this armour sett Whose vertue was his owner for to stay From loue and amorous desyr's to lett Arming the hart gainst all venereall play For princelie Paris she deuys'd this traine That he might render Helene back againe Caput VIII Argument AChaians fall fair Pallas doeth Forsie long tyme before And that Penardo should them raise Vnto their former gloir The Aeneâ—ns tuo batales winâ— And by the Prince alaine The Transyluanian and the Seruian Disput both ar slaine 1. WHen as the Greciane gote this armour lo Ioues brain borne girl did gif him this command That of this thing no creatur should know Till he returnd vnto his natiue land Wheir to her name he should ane Altar rear And secreitlie inclose this armour rheir 2. The which he did with duetifull regaird According to heighe pallas her command For loe thâ—t sacred altar vp he raird Their vnder layd the armour which they fand Wheir it had lyine so many hundreyht yeirs Vn-found vnmark'd vnknowne as it appeirs 3. Sum sayes that bâ—ight warlyk pallas did forsie Eune then the ruine of Achaias croune And that fair Lissa cause theirof should be Trogh hir great bewtie of so hye renoune Thus she prouyds forseis preuents
was right sorowfull to sie Such galant Princes so bereft of lyfe For that be thought that he had made them friâ— But at what tyme he took the fatall knyfe From each of them out of his bloodie breist Then death from the enchantment them relest 64. Yet more desyre hade he the third to sie Ane trembling feir through all his bodie goes For that he feird Laissa dead to be And then his longsum trauell should be lose But now in Thetis azure palace fair With her to dally Phebus does repair 65. Then lowring sad cum fâ—rthe the cheirles night Ouer earth to spred her sable canoby Whill as the staitlie birâ—ing lamps wer light Shynâ—ing in Ioues heâ—ghe palace pâ—esentlie Twixt fear and hope douâ—e â—y the Prince vnsein Vpoune the grâ—ssâ— soft fresh weâ—t easie grein Caput XIII Argument VPoune the sleiping Toumbe the Prinâ—â— His trauells seit ingrapht He seis Laissâ— their ye sword He from the rock out rest A spreit or feind of Hell he meitts Vpoune Danubius fair That in the shap of Mayd him leids To paine wol greif and cair 1. NO sonner goldin Phebus guilds the skyes And shoots furth fyrie beam's throw emptie aâ—â— Wheas the Prince vp fâ—oÌ„ the grasse doeâ— ryse And in his hairt a thouâ—and thoughts repair His courage fled he doubts he fant's he Floods from his eyes send stream's of sylver tears fears 2. Kâ—nd was his hairt tho not resolu'd to loue Cairfull hâ—s mynd her â—yfe for â—o preseâ—ue Constantâ—â— kyndnes did he alwâ—yes proue Courtes aâ—d caiâ—full Ladieâ— fan to serue His haiâ—t a thâ—one foâ— beauties excellence If aâ—â— witheld not Natures influence 3. At last to the desyred toumbe he came Which â—eem'd not to be wrought with humane hands So riche â—o râ—ir so wounderfull the same Whâ—â—h on fouâ— sylueâ— shâ—nning Pilleâ—s stands Of beattin gold â—o puâ—e fair cleir and bright Whoeâ— shynning seem'd to skorne fair Phebus light 4. And round about him self â—e might behold His traeull's throw the birning caue it shew No painting colours beautified the gold Bot Emiralds Pearls Rubies Saphirs blew Which lyueâ—â—e shoes eâ—ch puâ—trat eache pairt So comelie nature helped courious airte 5. Their was the purtrat of the Sulphure flamme In birning Charbunkles and manye a ostone Whoe 's glanceing light agains the Sune furthe cam Lyk sparklying fyre that flam'd that brâ—nâ— that shone â—her wheâ—e the Gyâ—nâ— feld him to the ground And caried him through all the cauâ— a sound 6. A crimsone blush a pourple dy our spred His louely face and made him hing his eyes Shame raige reuenge wraith furie anger bred He loths him self he freats he froun's he fry's He thinks these purtrats in despight wer shorne To show him self vnto him self in skorne 7. But looking farther of he did espy There wheir The Gyaunt threwe him to the ground And how he rose agane with maiestie Giuing at once his foe his fatall wound Eache purtrat their to pleas his eye contends And seem'd for former faults to mak amends 8. There all the rest of this his longsum wark Wer fynly graph'd in pretious stones and gold The which frome point to point he did remark And their his woundrous valour might behold Bot lynes effrayed his hairt his eyes his ears He feirs to reid yet reids and reids with tear's All is in vaine all labour is for nought Frome Mansayes charmeing spells can non defend In vaine her lyfe in vaine releif thou sought In ending of her pain her lyfe did end Thow casd her pain and crewell death did send This is the fruct of all thy trauels past Thow wrought her death her death to the shall send· Greif sorow cair woâ—shame disgrace at last â—et is thy Sune with clouds of shame or'e cast Spent is thy lamp of glorie praise fame Thy honor fades dishonor buddeth fast And blossoms beirs of wo disgrace and shame Thy glories doone praise dead fame outworne Go then of heaune of earth of hell the skorne 9. Eune as when fearfull dreams in slumbring sleip Wold mack a man to shout to cal to cry Whiâ— fear and horrour ou'r his senses creip Yet speitchles sightles mightles does he ly So now it seem'd the Prince was in a traunce And greatlie troubled in his countenance 10. Thus drunk with sadnes and deuoyde of ioy Amaizd he stoode bereft of speich and sence Dounwarde he casts his looks with sad anoy Greif sorow cair wold lyfe haue chaiced thence Oft did he wishe the solid earthe to ryue And hyd his shame by swallowing him alyue 11. But waiking from this dreaming sleip at last His loftie witts agane together flies When as his roaling eyes by chaunce he cast Aboue the toumbe the which he oppin seis As Seaman in a raiging storme of wind Aâ— glaid the land and wished shoâ—e to find 12. So glaid he was hoping to find releefe That sorow's past might haue a happie end Wheirfore to eas his cair his paine his greif A loft vnto the toumb his looks he send Wheir hope with dreid dreid with hope made weir He feird in ioy ioyde in mids of feir 13. For their Laissa fair he might behold Nay not Laissa bot Penardo rather For eu'ne the sharpest eye could not vnfold The meinest maâ—k of difference tuixt ether And thus not glade whill her he oftin sight'â— But eu'ne him self to sie him self delight 's 14. As that fond boy that gaizd into the wel Wheirin he sies the shaddow of his face And being deip inamoured of him sell Oft looks and oft the image wold embrace So in her face as in a glas or well He lou'd the only image of him sell 15. She sat vpone a bensh of glanceing g'old And lein'd her louelie face vpon her hand Bright look'd her eyes wheir loue fancie rold But lo no spunk of aer nor breath he fand Yet was her colour lyuelie fair and cleir A sylver tinctour in her cheeks appeir 16. He cald her oft and nam'd herby her name First soft then lowd then whispred in her eare But yet no show of heiring made the Dame Nor anie signe of lyfe could once appeer Wheirfore sad sorow sheltred all his ioy And horried paine his pleasour did distroy 17. And ean this be quod he and art thow deadâ— And has the worlde her cheifest glorie lost Could not my pains thy dearest lyfe remead Oh no no pains of noght but shame I bost O shame O fame shame brings eternall foyle Shame shall my fame disgrace my glorie spoyle 18. Oh could my lyfe thy lyfe deir lyfe redeeme Soone should it by discharged from this breist Or wold the heauns so much my soule esteeme That heir it might dislodge and their might rest Or that but sinne my luck les lyfe might smairt I to thy ghost wold sacrafeize my hairt 19. Oh but the faits denyes I sould haue pairt Of thy sweit ioyes and heauns denyes my bliss That their fearce wraith may mak me
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
he bereft of lyfe 44 By tuo strong gyants mightie fearce and bold Which Maro fearce and Bramarano heght That does ow'r Creitt their crewell scepter hold Which they haue won by murther bloode and feght Her beautie fame vnto their ears hade soundit Wheir by proud Bramaranos hart was woundit 45. This Bramarano sone to Maro is Who hearing of Philenas wedding day Come with his Syre and feftie Knight of his While she poore soule was but ane easie prey For all the court in pompe in ioy in stait Had nether sword shield armis not feard deceat 46. Thrie scoir and more into this wofull broyle Wer slaine and their the Prince of Antioch fell Whoe 's onlie valour long with stude this spoyle Seune airmed Knights he slew vnarm'd him sell On Bramaranos sword at last he smairted O crewell death o Tyrant crewell hairted 47. This woefull murther wrought they thence remoue Philaena fair with trauell paine and toyle Nor could her car her greif her sorow moue Their harts to pitie nor their hands from spoyle But Bramarano would haue rapt the prey Which eye should not behold nor tongue bewray 48. And yet withe tear's with murninge and complaint His hairt by Nature furious fearce and crâ—well She mou'd on this conditione to relent Tho loue still brunt and lust still fond the fewell Where noght but beautie breideth loues desyre Lust feids the flamme and booldith stil the fyre 49. He was content if in tuo months she could Find out a knight to vanquish him in fight Vnto her formar libertie she should Be set and he should quyt discharge his right Prouyding if no Knight with stoode his stryfe She should remaine his Concubine or wyfe 50. And now tuo tymâ— has swartishe Cynthia shynd Tuyce showin her spherick face with borrowed light And tuyce agane to horned shape declynd Since I frome fair Philenae took my flight To find sum Knight sum Champione or sum Lord That wold to hir his happie ayde afford 51. Yet haue I fund not one that hade regaird To honor glorie fame or dignitie Altho she geues her self for their rewaird Who conquere shall so fearce ane Enemie And now no more but full tuo weiks remains Of the appointed tyme which he ordains 52. Thus haue yow hard the somme and heill â—ffect Of all my toyle my trauell and my paine Sure then quod he it seem's that yow neglect To find a Knight or els no Knights remaine Bot if the heau'ns so pleas or it be long I shall abaitt his pryde reuenge her wrong 53. Thanks sir quod sho your great good will I sie But lo yow laiâ—k both aâ—mour sword and sheild I was but knightâ—d now of lait quod he And swoor to wear none till I wan't in feild Why then quod she if our reuenge ensue The heaun's has smâ—ld and I haue done my due 54. The Prince and she both enters in the bairge But heaun's preserue him fâ—om that deeulishe traine Which falslie is deuys'd foâ— him at lairge To worke his shame his fall his death his paine Who ou'r that great Danubius is gone A companeid with fals deceat alone Caput XIIII Argument THe Prince is by this feind furthled Vnto Philaena's bour He slayes the Gyant seine by fair Philena from her tour Her raige to loue does turne but louâ— Disdaint turns meir despight She seiks his death he 's by an Angell warnd flies by night 1. HAppie ar they that can eschew deceat Whoe 's baits ar beautie glorie flattriâ— gainâ— That vertue pulls frome honors hie estait Alluring them by what they wold obtaine Thus hope of vertue glorie praise fame Leads them to death destructione foyle shame 2. So does the craftie Crocadeill entyse Beneth the fertile banks of flowing Nile â—he trauellers with murnefull platns and cryes â—s if it wer sum wofull wight that feill The pains of death but when they come to sie With terrour feir and death toâ—mented be 3. Suche kynd compassione with Penardo wrought He goes bot knowes not to his death deuys'd So was decreid and so Philena sought So with this false deceat she him entys'd For tatling Fame had â—â—id it knowne to all That Prince Euphrasies did before him fall 4. Whaiâ—foâ—e long tyme she murn'd she sigh't she plaind At last she send when for reuenge she cryes For Arebo a visarde who sustain'd And brought her vp in youthe with him t' aduyse Whoe 's aiâ—t his wit his will to ill entysde Ay ill he wrought ill vsde and ill devysde 5. He told her that the Prince Penardo was So braue a knight whom heaune so muche did fauour All slights all straits all daunger could he pas Except he chanc'd but sword oâ— armis to wauer In chantment strong his vertue still commands If mou'd to wraith whole armeis he with stands 6. Whoe 's might be then had brought to end he said The fairest rarest wounderfullest warke That ere be force of magick airt was maid Yet he the wished end shall not remark For that shall be vnsein vnfun'd vnknownâ— Till tyme place fates and fortune leaue to frowne 7. Wheir for now fits the seasone for reuenge Now fits the tyme to croune thy iust desyre Now trauells he throw desert montanes strainge From whence my arte shall mak him heir reteir For Bramaeranâ—â—end â—end whoe 's strenth all knowes To the that Gyaunt great affectione showes 8. Feid him with showes and shaddowes of delight Whoe 's valoâ—r streâ—th and might so weell is knowen If not by him not by the world â—hat Knight Mâ—y be orecuâ— or vanquishâ— or or'e throwen Yea if he hâ—dâ— his armour sword or sheild He nor all Europe could not win the feild 9. Thus did the wiked wisard her entyse To act thiâ— fals deceat and crewell slight Which was perform'd eune as he did denyse And Bramarano brought was to the fight Whoe 's furie strength and might so knowne by fame That all those kingdomes trembled at his name 10. Thus Arebo ane wicked feind hade sent In shape of Mayde with whom o're that fair streamâ— Of Danubie the Prince Penardo went Not doubting ill deceat disg'race nor shame But in her louelie looks deceat did loure So Serpents lurck amidst the fairest floure 11. When ouer Danubius the Prince was gone With this foule feind this ladie and this guyde Such will hast zeal and such desyre alone He had that fast he on his iourney hy'd Ah happie Prince hade it bene know'ne to the. Who train'd the brought the bure the compaine 12. In fals report no credit nor no hope Thow wold hauâ— had nor haue beleeud deceat But mightie Ioue who gaue thy rains the skoâ—pe His Angell send for to preserue thy staitt Els furies feinds ghostes Spreitts fairies all Had brought shame death euerlasting fall 13. Guydit by hell altho preserud by heaun'e At last Philenas palace he â—spyde Vpoun a rock heighe built wer castells seauâ—e Below a murmuring riuer softlie glyd
o're death hade got the uictorie And feir Philena hade reuiud againe Loue stroaâ—e with shame and shame with in famie And in famie reuiu'd what loue had slaine But shame reuenge hait in famie and all At last by louâ— was foght foyld bund in thral 63 Wherfore these words she sadlie did rehears O lawles Loue imperious proud and crewell Vniust vnteamd vnconquerd strong fearce O thow of goode and bad effects the fewall Thow moues mischeif shame dath warr woe despight And freindsship true true ioy true delight 64. And thus thow arâ— More wold ye dame haue sayde But Arebo she seis who did remoue The Ladies all when she on bed was layde His cure his spells and mightie charmâ—e to proue She that her self bewray'd might now behold Discoured al reueild all al she told 65. So does a craiftie Traitour to a King Who with his fellowes has conspyrd his death But fearing once discouerie of the thing Repentance faynes in looks in words in breath Discouering all their curs'd malicious treasone And still him self condemn's him self with reasone 66. When Arebo hadâ— harde the taill she told Still interrup't with grones with sighes with tear's His hairt inclynd to crueltie he wold And could haue bene content to stope his eares But that the loue he bore vnto the Dame Stop'd vp his wraith and quensh'd his furies flamme 67. Wheirfor this much he promeist her at lenthe That he so weell his phislik wold apply Hiâ— healthe his vigour beautie blood strenth Should to his senewes vain arteirs Hie Which in few dayes he hade performed so The Prince began to ryse to walk to goe 68. Whom to Philena eueâ—ie day repairs Her cheifest pleasure was to dres eache wound Her snow whyte hand she daintelie prepairs To dight to dry to dres to rype the ground Loue smyld to sie his nouâ—sh thus allurde O happie man so drest so heald so cuerde 69. And whill she tuich'd his soft snow white skin Which heir and their was staind with purple blood Tears frome her eyes lyk liquid pearle doâ—n rinne And on his skin oft trembled â—old stood To plead for tâ—eir fair daâ—me seem'd to moue His hairt to yeeld to pitie or to loue 70. Some tyme she ey'd his fair and louelye face His goldin locks his quick sweet smyling eyeâ— His weell proportion'd limms eurye place She still remarks still feids on what she seis She looks she vewes admir's still she gaizerb And frome each paiâ—t a wound her loue increseâ—â— 71. Wee ll might the Prince behold her passiones strong Yet seemd he nought to know or not allow Least by deny all he should do her wrong Whoe 's martiall mynd to loue could neuer bow Yet courteslie her pâ—ofer'd pains with stands Which for vnkyndnes she taks at his hand 's 72. Oft by her looks yet would she mak him know The passioune that torments her inwart mynd Oft hy her pâ—ettie speeches would she show She caird not muche altho he wold be kynd And often be simlituds would proue How farr her Sex exceedeth his in loue 73. But nether speeche similituds nor looks Could mak him quick or capable at all He could not sie those baits allurements hook ' a Or seing would not sie nor heir their call Stil Mars his Sogeour he him self had sworne For Cupid he was nather bred not borne 74. Yet fair Philena could not leaue to loue With new conceats new toyes questions new Which in ane vthers persone she wold proue By parables his sansie to subdue But seing nother this nor that could moue him With sighes and tear's she told him she did loue him 75. Wheirat he stood long silent and amaizd At last resolud to tak it but in skorne He sayd Madame i'mt glade yow so ar pleasd To tâ—k your pastyme of a wretche for lorne Whoeâ— birth whoe 's merit and whoe 's poore estate Your basest hand mayde wold not chuse for mate 76. By this his simple answere wee l she knew He knew her loue her passione and her mynde Wheirat she sham'd chang'd to vermeil hew Sham brought in wraith wraith sweir he was vnkynd Wraith brings in haitt in hait away she flong And whill she flies disdain chac'd loue along 77. Penardo left in chamber now alone Repents him of his answer rashlie sayde Ah now Philena had yow knowne his mone And sein the grones the sighes ye â—ears he shade Once more thy cruell mynd hade now reâ—ented And thy mischeif new bred hade new repented· 78. But heaun's deny'd his pace and her content So prone and bent her mynd was to mischeefe Who now with Arebo has geuen consent To end his dayes and with his dayes her greefe In throw a priuie posterne they should creep And in his bed should murder him a sleep 79. When bright Apollo sank doun vnder ground And Night look'd vp with manie thousand eyes Penardo in his bed was sleeping sound Ane Angell bright discend from heaune he sies Who sayd vp vp heighe Ioue commands ye flie Flie then in haist for if yow stay thowle die 80. Then he awaks and leaps vnto the flure His birning eyes â—old staird gaizd about At first he could not think him self secure To go from thence or stay such was his dout Not that he feard whole armies their to fynd But cald Philenas restles sutte to mynd 81. Whill dimme weak hale and feble Cynthia shyne Her borrowed light she lends to arme ye Prince With armour bright riche costlie rair and fyne And with a sword sheild for his defence Which fair Philena gaue him long ago And with them would haue geu'ne her self also 82. Be chance thén to ye dure he did repair Which to receaue the murtherers oppin stoode And doune a black deip dark and hollow stair Which seem'd to lead to hell and Lethes floode At last benethe the rock wheir waters glyde Furthe their he come doune be the Riuers syde 83. And thus along the riuer syde he goes Throw rocks craigs tries woods groues and paths vnknowne In silence of the night whill Cynâ—hia shoes Her pale weak pure cleir syluer Beam's furth throwne Throw glomie aer tuixt clouds youth Zephyre brings Vpone his soaring swift loftie wings Caput XV. Argument THe Murderers mis their fals intent Alone Penardo flies He on the banks of Theissa fair The Heyre of Hung'ry seis By Argalantes reft away He kills him brings her thence He foyls Lord Doreo in her sight Shes's amrous of the Prince 1. GReat harme ensue by ouer great desyre O vaine desyre rediculous and ill That birnes the mynd setts tbe hairt on fyre From the proceids wode furious fraintik uil A gâ—oundles deip of ill if ill abusde Diuerse inconstant infinit confusde 2. Vnnaturall desyres heighe heauens offend And appetits immoderat and vaine As birning lust but limits bounde or end A sink of sin a gulfe a sea a maine Which drawes the soule from heaunlie
contemplatione And beastlie bruttshe maks her operatione 3. Yea who soere or what soere they be Suffâ—ing them selfs with lust for to be led They ar no more them selfs no more ar frie Nor from no trauell paine and labor fred For their desyre a thousand wayes they vse Nor for it thousand torments will refuse 4. Their bodie not refusing thousand pains So they obtain their pleasure their desyre Into their mynd a thousand heâ—ls remains In quenshing thought vnquenshable their fyre And their desyre their fyre incressing still Turns furie seiks for death if want of will 5. Suche furie in Philena fals abyds Who birnes in fyre of sensuall delight Wanting her will and her desyre prouyds In furie for to murder this her Knight Not loue of him but lust in her remaind And therfore crewell death becaus restraind 6. For presentlie no sooner was he gone When sextein Knights arryu'd in armour cled And throw that secâ—eit passage goes anone With cleir sharpe swords about the Prince his bed The which if mightie Ioue had not forsein Their had he died their had he murdre'd beine 7. But he whom heaun's preserud for better hape Did restles on his longsum iourney wend Till Tytan thryce in Thetis watrie lap Had dyu'd and thryce his spherick course did end When he vpone the banks of Teissa fair Lay doune and ends his wearie iorney their 8. This Teissa is a fair and pleasant floode Which Hungaries east bordour rins a longe Neir to that montanes seuine heighe hoarie rude Which Transyluania fortefie right strong Heir rests the Prince all night feids his mynd Wiâ—h conquest praise and glorie brought from Indâ— 9. And wheir he lay the riuer from a rock Pour'd doune his pure cleir syluer streams in stoir Which on the peble channell softlie brok Throw hollow concaues of the crooked shoir Whoe 's ghostlie roars maks all the craigs to ring Whill tries birds winds with sweit reports does sing 10. Whoe 's confort rare of musick sweit and fyne Soung him a sleip till bright Aurora ryse Whoe 's mantle brâ—ght reid whyt cleir did shyne And alter turne and change in azure skyes A suddan sound into his ears that rings A waks the Prince with shouts and murmerings 11. He starts a loft and looking round about He sies ten Knâ—ghts come fâ—o a forrest wyde Who Capâ—iue led seaune Ladyes in a rout Whom with away in greattest hast thay ryde He drawâ—s his sword and with his sheild he goes To wine that prey be valour death and bloes 12. One of the ten their passage to mak frie Cums farr before and caught his mightie launce The which he shuns with hand with fute with eye And quicklie did his murdring blade aduance Whiâ—h in the Knights hairt bloode he sheathd perforce Then took his launce and quicklie man'd his horse 13. By this the Ladies and the Knights drew neir And swor their fellow should not die for noughâ— One moir they send the passage for to cleir Who se king for reuenge a vengeance bought The Prince eune with his fellowes lance a pairt Pearst throw his breist his bodie and his hairt 14. The rest with raige with furie and despight The Ladeis daintie hands and feitt hade bund And taine them fro their horse for feir of flight And left them sadlie weeping on the ground And in their furie mad for their reuenge All with the Prence began a battell stâ—ainge 15. The Prence who saw the ladyes weep and murne His ire and wraith was chang'd to pitie myld But pitie vnreuengd to raige did turne Thus lâ—ke a lyone angrie fearce and wyld His flamming sword he tos'd till they all shoke Yet fanting striks and tremble whil they stroke 16. The Prince rush throw them with his brand heigh bornâ— Death by his syde at each bloe one to catche As sythe cutts doune the graine the grasse the corne So cut befoiâ— him fall they eurye wratche Eache bloe a wound eatch wound brought death with paine Him self vntiutch'd vnharm'd vnhurt remaine 17. Eune as a montane craige or mightie rock Whom raiging seas or blustring winds assayle Gainst seas winds stormes lightning thunder broke Still vnremou'd abyds and neuer faill So sted fastlye the Prince with stoode their strengthe And hurt feld slew or chac'd them all at lengthe 18. Not one now left his furie to withstand His bloodie brand he dights and sheaths it then The ladyes he would louse bound fute and hand Tormented sore with sorow greif and payne And she that Mistres seemd of al to be Her lows'd the Prence from bands set her frie. 19. Mistres she was indeid of all the rest For comelines for beautie and for grace For verteous mynd vnstaind pure cleine and chaist Meik modest myld and sprung of princelie race The feild of loue did modest vertue plow And rypt the fructe vnpuld as yet that grow 20. Her modest blushe her Sâ—ne shyne beauties ray Her fyrie sparkling light cleir bright and shynning Their goldin beams spâ—ings furtâ— in wantone playe Streams on the Prence his face whoe 's eyes refynning Hade recolle'ct ' her spredding beams in one And throwes them back and burns her hairt anone 21. So bright Apollo spreds his beam's o're al And sweitlie waâ—ms and conforts eurye floure â—ut in a litle birning glas recal His rayes he shows his might his strength his powre For that to which before he comfort brought He birnes he skortches and consumes to nought 22. The Prince admeird the beautie of her face She stoode she staird she woundeâ—t she gaiz'd Still from his eyes come lightninge furthe a pace Which brint her hairt dâ—smayd and much amaiz'd For loue of eurye glance and eurye looke Nâ—w weapins forg'd wheiâ—with her hairt he strooke 23. Thus stoode the dame now pale now reid now wane Which weell bewrayde the passiones of heâ— hairt Till floods of tears from her faâ—r eyes doune ranne Sighes from her swelling breist vnsolds her smairt Then loue for mend's did change to cristall ball 's The syluer globs which fâ—om her eyes dounâ— fall's 24. And them he throwes at Prince Penardos eyes Theirwith to hit to wound or worke his smairt But all to weak his chyldishe airme he seis To harme the man that hade a Mars his hairt Wheirsore he sweir in furie raige and ire To fet eyes hairt and all into a fyâ—e 25. Ane arrow fâ—om his quauer furth he drew The which by chance did bear a leaddin head Wheiâ—of he nothing in his furie knew Till in the Pâ—inces hairt he fixt the lead Then Cupid blusht sighdt and grond full sore Who neuer knew that he was blind before 26 Ane vther shaft with goldin head he taks Wheirwith he wold vndo his woâ—k ere long But all in vaine his trauell now he maks For that the vthers poysione was too strong Yet mollefied the force and did him moue To pitie her becaus he could not loue 27 Then weiping throw the aer
fear For still my self within my self A thousand Hellâ— doth beir But wheir o wheir is she Wheir is that Angell fair With whom abod al grace al good Al loue al beauty rair Ah thryce vnhappie Me Ah my disdane had pow're To reaue the Heaun's thair Darling deir And earthe her fairest flour My haples slouth before Bereft a Virgiâ—â— breath And now disdane my mad disdane Ane other brought to death Why stay 't I not alace With fair Philena still She would haue geuen me due rewarde And hade preueind this ill O fantasyes O dreams O foolish visiones O Why gaue I credit vnto yow That twyce hes wroght my woe But wofull monstre I Of luckles loue alace That still must leiue in endles paine Least death my sorowes chace 46. Thus in this agoneizing greif he lay Long in this doungeone filthie deep and dark Fast bound in chains nor saw he sight of day And still bewaild his lyfe his chance his wrak And this his murning wo greif sorow care Turn'd vnto madnes oft and oft dispair 47. But all this tyme great wo great paine great greife Prince Doreo took for his deir Ladies death And still his mynd was bent on heighe mischeefe He sought reuenge with furie raige and wraith For in his craft his malice his despight This vitious wrong he wrought that valiant Knight 48. Whill to this gardyne I did walk he sayd I harde a sound a voyce a call a cry Ah Heauns preserue me let me die a Mayde Thither I ranne but when I come hard by The Murderer me saw and faind he fainted And fell as lyfe breath sense and soule he wanted 49. I litle caird his feir his fate his fall But to the Ladie rann whom soone I knew I cryd and in my wofull airmes withall I took her vp but gone was her fair hew I cald her once onee lookt she in my face Once spak this word ah wofull word ALACE 50. Into her fair and yuorie breist abaid The instrument of that fearce tyranes wraith I puld it furthe and their with all she said Thow come to lait for to preuent my death Her hand I gote fairweell she wold haue sayde Wheirof but fair her laister breath furth-layde 51. These speeches spak Prince Doreo and with all So wo begone and sorowfull he sem'd Oft stopd by sighes and oft would tears doun fall That eury one him prais'd and much esteem'd And then the King in wraith reuenge and ire Commands Pelympus should be brint in fyâ—e 52. The night before this wofull Prince should dye For her he murnes on her he calls he cryes So does the lap-wing when some Sheiphird by Her brood bereaues all day all night she flies And weips and calls Yet sleips or night be past So weeps the Pâ—ince and so he slâ—eps at last 53. And in his sleep the Angell did appeir That wairn'd him from Philena for to flie And lookt on him with fearce and angrie cheir Saying Penardo O Penardo sie Ioues wraith prononced if thow not soone repent Thy wicked thoughts thy words and thy complainâ— 54. Thow doest refuse his help his grace his ayde Thow still rebells gainst mightie Ioues decree Thy greif at Hells wyde mouth thy Soule has layde O wrarche O man from sinne refraine or die O sie behold thy plaints and Ioues heighe wraith Leids the to paine to hell to endles death 55. Thy visiones come from heauns and not from hell Why temps thow then heighe heaune with plaints and tears He hes decreit what e're to the befell Do then what he ordains leaue greifs and fears Eune of thy good he maks thy self the meins But thow his goodnes grace loue preueins 56. Vodinas blood on her owne head shall fall A iust rewaird for her vniust desyre For her owne sinne and her fore fathers all That race in her must end their prowd empyre Nor in thy loue no intrest hade ye Dame Ane other of more woorth shall win the same 57. Who shall preserue thy lyfe ere it belong Flie not heauns ioy heauns peace but heaune obey This sayd his face lyk lightning beam's ouâ— flong That fild the house with glorius glistring ray Which doone the Angell thence him self convoyeâ— And left him fild with conforts hops and ioyes 58 Then ioyfull he awaks and watis the houre Of lyfe or death as mightie Ioue thought meit No plaints but prayers did the Prince furthe powre Vpone the altar of repentance sweitt And still he sighd he murn'd he plaind he prayde To God for grace for help releefe and aydâ— 59 Now come the tyme wheirin this crewell King Would execute his vengeance on the Knight Furth to be brint with fyre they did him bring When lo a wearyour bold approcht their sight In airmour cled it seem'd dreid warre he brought He finds the King whom throw the thronge he soughâ— 60. And sayde Sir King perhaps my comeing may Dismay yow much yet I 'le the trueth vnfold And what my giltie conscience bids me say That none yow wrong as now it seems yow wold I beir the hand that wrought your Daughters fate Yone Knight to saue her came but came too laitt 61. Fearce Argalantes was my vncle deir Whoe 's blood for to reuenge I thither caâ— Long waited I into this forrest neir That yoynes vnto your Park your Gardines framâ— And disper at my wisht reuenge to work At last into thai gardine did I lurk 62. When bright Apollo gilted had the sky Vodina by misfortune come within The arbor wheir I secreitlie did ly And would haue fled agane but could not win I took her wold haue forcd her gainst her will But she dny't whom I in raige did kill 63. Her laittest grones yone Knight whom kill yow wold Hade harde and come to sie I fled be twein The Parks and Gardenes to the forrest old The way I come vnhard vnmarkd vnseene Euer since within the forrest did I stray Nor out from thence could euer find the waye 64. And still her gost vnto me does repair And still presents Hells torments to my mynd And still the greislie feinds throw trubled aer Sounds furthe the pains my wofull soule should fynd In thousand formes her murdred ghoste before me Appeirs hell still gaipes for to deuore Me. 65. This day agane she did her self present Commanding me to the the trueth to sho Ane other giltles lyfe for to prevent Els I tormented should in endles woe This is the caus that I my death desyir Then set him frie leid me to the fyre 66. All that this warryour hard wer much amaizd And look't and mus'de gaizd and silent stoode Thought pitie in the King was neuer rais'd Yet sham'd he was to wrongd a Knight so goode And causd to lowse vnbind and set him frie And armour horse and all restoird to be 67. How soone his horse and armour he receaud They charg'd him to depairt the court and flie But
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
yat name they still yair weeping chyld â— Whill they in wofull murning pas the night Penardo in the forrest did remaine With his true freind his vnaquainted Knight That for him tooke more thâ—n a freindlie paine No wounds they hade but wearyed whill they laâ— Hard bâ— the sounding streame longd for day 3. The Prince sayd thus synce heaun's ar pleasd with thise That I must liue who lookt for nought but death Most woorthie Knight think not I doe amise To kno of whoe 's braue mynd I hold my breath And vnto whome my indeuores and al My lyfe my thought my seâ—uice should be thrall 4. Or if the heaun's hath sent yow to my aide Since none but heauns my innocence heth knownâ— Vodinas death was falslie on me layde Which Ioue this day has of his mercie showne Nor my request becaus too lait yow shune it Long since if tyme hade seru'd wold I haue doone iâ— 5. Then quod the other Prince Penardo kno I am that mayde whome thow redeem'd from death From paine from hell from everlasting wo From Mansays mightie charms his craft his wraith Eu'ne I that same Laissa whome throw fred First from the flamme last from the sleipping bed 6. Her words at once bred wounder and delight Yet in his hairt ther could no credit fynde Till of she tooke her eask of sylver whyte Then bleiz'st her eyes her looks lyik lightning shyn'd Her shining haire about her face doune flies Through which bright vale lyke starres appeare her eies 7. As when the Sunâ— throw yealow glase doeth shyne On alabastre toumbs pure cleir and whyt With small and prettie goldin streams deuyne Seem's trembling on the stone to tak delyte Of that whyt obiect deckt with cristall rocks On â—er fair face so shynd her goldin lock's 8. Altho the nyght was dark he might behold Her eyes lyk glanceing comets blaizing farre Or dyamonts in whyt enameld gold Penardo thow whoe 's hairt from dreidfull warre Could not be thrald to womanizing loue How thanks thow now this passion for to pâ—oue 9. Wheiron now thinks thow wheiron does thow gaize The same is she whoe 's louelie self thow saw Within the sleipping toumbe and could not raise Nor from enchaunted sleep her senses draw Whoe 's bright Idea wanders throw thy mynd Yet can no resting place for loue out fynd 10. When thoughts assurde him she the same must be Oâ—t tymes he thanks the heaun's for her â—eleef Has heaun'e fate foâ—tune smyld agane quod he And ar thow now suffeâ—s'd with my mischeefe Heighe Ioue his sacred helpe aide vp steirs When dâ—unger most most harme most wrack appeirs 11. And fair Madame quod he yours is my name My lyfe mâ— seruice and my all is your's Youâ—'s be the praise the honor glorie fame Yours be my deads my acts my happie hour'â— Yours is my lyife by right me shall yow haue To be your knight your seruant and your slaue 12. The varient stuf that alter change and turne Wrought of discoloured silk soft subtile cleir Heir lâ—â—lie whyte their crimsone reid doeth burne Now mingle boâ—h and now doth red appeir So she that heirs him turn's and changes so Heir reid their whyt then all reid doeth sho 13. Sweit wer the sounds that from his lips proceid Which pearst her tender breist gentle hairt Wheiron her old-bred loue fansie feid Renewes the flamme first in her mynd insert For first she fell in loue with him when as Enchanted sitting in the toumbe she was 14. And euer since in loue hade she remaind Far hade she gone far sought to find him out Till prouidence of hyer pow'rs ordaind She should of his sad death remoue the doubt For Cupid of his deads a chaine did fâ—amme That captiue led this fair amorous damme 15. Thus whill she gaisd long on his countenance A modest smyle for answer he receau'd Oft wold her eyes steil furth a secreit glance If not for shame a kisse she would haue crau'd Eache pairt she vew'd she loud she prais'd with smylling Suche craft can louers vse them selfs beguylling 16. From secreit pleasurs and from hid delight From gaizing thus at lengthe the Prince awaks her To pas away the long and wearie night With courtes speiche and prayers fair he maks her To tell her lyfe her inuirye her wrong Her fore past labours and her trauells long 17. First then she rais'd her myld and modest eyes And cleir'd her countenance with heaunely grace A fyrie smyle sweit plesant glade furthe flies That chac'd the clouds of caiâ— and greifs apace While beautie of her foreheid made a throne And sat their to be gaiz'd and woundred on 18. My Lord quoth she to show my wofull lyfe Would tedious proue and neuer haue ane end For heauens and fortune seime to be at strife Which should against mee most theire forces bend Yet shaell yow kno the Muses crewell hairted And what befell to me since yow departed 19. My Parents freinds nor blood I do not kno Nor of what house or lyne I am discendit Nor of my wofull birth I can not sho But skairslie well thrie lusters yit ar endit Since swadled by the Heliconian fontane The Muses fand me on that pleasant montane 20. They brought me vp within that holy mont Taught me their holye reitts and sacred art One day a wofull day as I was wount When I hade chac'd the Stage ye Hynd ye Harte In ther swit spring to bath I took delight Which was my ground of wo greif cair despight 21. The Muses for that caus I do not kno But that was all the fault they did pretend Left me bereft me and decreid my wo And by their Pow're deuyne did thither send Two Knights my loue to win to sue to pray And Riualls both each one did other stay 22. Then Mansay did his charmes and spirits send Enchaunting them and me as yow haue seene Which by your might and valour brought to end And yow to lett when as he saw no meine Me in the sleipping toumbe he did enchaunt That saw yow knew yow tho my speech did want 23 When from the rook yow took the sword and shield Then from my paine and prisone you redem'd me I cry'd I cald I sought you throu the field But Mansay that some better then esteem'd me Appeird to me and told me you ver gone Which made me weet my cheekes and sigh and mone 24. The Wizard then from murning me refrainde And told me you should saif returne againe For you paine cair and sorow was ordaind Whair throw you must to glorie great attaine So heau'ns decreit and so you must obay Thus sayd throw shaiples aer he went away 25 His words renewd but somwhat easd my greif Still on I went ouer craigs montanes hoar But hope but hap but help or but releif The wraith of heaune ne're satisfiet the more And to augment my cair my wo my stryfe I liued this base this poore
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
loue The Tapre frome his place thow can not moue 44. Thus fair you weell and with the word the Knighâ— Sunck doune with slâ—ip of leaddin death oppâ—est Greif woe and pitie did â—he Prince affright His valour courage hope they muche distrest He goes but coâ—fort whill his guyde was cair His manlie hairt assayld with cold dispair 45. Though he was still â—urmoyld with cair and gâ—â—if Though daunger still forbids his iâ—te pâ—yse Tough sad dispair thâ—eat's deâ—â—h without releif And â—hough Dreid fame and conquest boâ—h denyes Yet fordward still he goâ—s but cair oâ— paine And hops ane happie succes for to gaine Caput XI Argument THe birning Alters Keeper of His lyfe Penardo spoyls He seis the daylie funerall In blood the Virgine boyllâ— He that by loue could not be win The Tapre does obtaine About the Quene of loue he seis All thois yat Loue had slaine 1. O Now yow Muses matchles and devyne Help by your sacred skill my gros defects Mak sharpe my wit and pregnant my ingynâ— That by your freindly ayde in all respects My pen suplied may boldly breath his name Inrold aboue the star's by endles fame 2 Whoe 's mynd the feat of royall vertues birth And who all goodnes knew but knew no ill Admeird of all the world for his rare woorth Which causd Envy for raige her self to kill Eune he vwithout all fear or cair did enter And throw this cave lyk greisslie hell did venter 3. At last a thirling light he did espy Which from a dure did glanceing furth appeit Wheirto when as the galant Prince drew nye He saw a flamme most pure most bright most cleiâ— Vpon ane alter burne and in the same Brint skoarch'd tormented lay a virgine Dame 4. Whill on this piteous spectacle he gaiz'd From out a corner dark he might perceaue A monstre hudge that maid him much amaiz'd Whoe 's greatnes seem'd to fill that emptie caue He bâ—eathd furthe clouds of smook which dim'd the flamme And darkned all the place about the same 5. So thundring tempests dims the goidin Sunne And darkins all the cristall heauns so hy The reiking clouds lyik smook doun moltin runne By force of fyre that thonderis throw the sky At last such roars he thunders in his ear It seemd the caue shook trembled quaik'd for fear 6. This monstre fearslie did assaill the Prince Who nimble quick sharp readie light auoyding His mightie bloes so braue was his defence Oft him he harm'd him self vnharm'd abyding So that the monstre â—oird for greif and paine Furth casting Floods of poysond goiâ— a maine 7. Thus eache perseuing other to the death Wâ—th strength with â—aige with furie hait ire That neither geue the other leaue to breath The monstre still threw furth bright flamms of fyre Who 's skaills bore furth the Prince his furious dint Lyk tempred Steill hard diamond or flint 8. Wheir for a strangâ—r kynd of feght he chuses Quyting his â—word he draw's a dagger fyne His skill his slâ—ght his might and strength he uses To ridd this deulishe monstre out of pyne Who lifting vp his armed creist with ire Smook frome his mouth his eyes furth sparkling fyre 9. Did fearcelie forewart to the Prince furth pace Infolds inrolls in lincks with gaipping iawes But he with foresight waying well the case His skaillie gorge in his stronge arme he thrawes And through his burninge ey with fatall knyfe Brought furthe his brains with his brains his lyfe 10. Glade was he to be ridd of such a foe Yet pitie cair and sorow chac'd delight To sie so fair a Mayde tormented so His eyes with chyld of tears his hairt stil sigh't Taeirs from his eys spring's riuers floods furth senâ— Sighes from his hairt lyk blustring winds vpwent 11. When neirer to the alter he was come Of soâ—ow he might heâ— the saddest sound There greuous gâ—oneâ— weâ— inter mix'd with some Weâ—k breathing words that did sad death resound The words wer sweet and pitiefull to heir The accent soft the voce was sharpe and cleir 12. Those wer the wofull words he pitied most Ah Plâ—â—o Pluto end this sacrifice Hell Hell douore my souls tormented ghost Ah crewell Heau'ns that gloir's to tyraneize Ah paine paine paine let endles paine remoue Curs death curs hel curs earth curs heaeuns aboue 13. Whill thus she spak Penardo hard a noyes And suddenlie appeir'd a greatter light A hundreth torches borne by litle boyes All claâ—â— in murning wâ—id a wofuâ—l sight Softlie the prince â—o vayes him self a syde To sie of these euents what wold betyde 14. After these torches wer tuo horses led Whose Tâ—apers wer of purple siâ—k gold Such curious work so rich imbrodered Wâ—s admirable â—air for to behold For greffon lyk thay pâ—ceâ—ng seem'd to flie With goldin plumed wings right curiously 15. These horse wer keept by lackaves tuo who had Two sheilds which seem'd of sundrie Knights to hold And after them tuo Paiges richlie cled Two mightie lances bore with heads of gold Nixt aâ—ter them four galant coursers dâ—ew A crimsone cotche that seemd of bloodie hew 16. within this cotche tuo Kinghts wer sadlie plac'd In glistâ—ing armoor that was fynelie fram'd The aâ—mours shyning lustre was defac'd Wiâ—h purple blude thâ—t from their bodies straimde Sad wâ—s their mynds wheir sorow did remaine Great wer their wounds but greatter far their paine 17. The one still sigh'd and gâ—oin'de but spak no word For in hiâ— breiâ—t a bâ—oodlie dagger stoode The other throughe his bodiâ— had a sword From whoe 's steill poynt ranne streams of crimson blood Death ou'r them both long since hade spred her wingâ— Yet lyfe by airt paine greif and sorow brings 18. Behind the alter stoode a brasen portch Which oppâ—nd wyde for to receaue this traine Where enters all the boyes with eueâ—ye tortch The hors and all the rest that did remayne But whill the cotche neir to the alter drew The wofull dame her sorows did renew 19. Ah Heaun's alace come come I glaidly goe Let deith geue end to Hells tormenting flamme Blood blood glut vp both soule and body lo Stop now my braith and suffocat the same Let these tuo leiue then impose on me Ten thousand deaths so I may once but die 20. No sonner did she end her plaints when as Tuo old and aiged Haggs come in then sights Who bore ane huge gâ—eat veshell made of bras That keipt the blood of those tormented Knights Long gaizd the Prince on thir hid misteries Whill paine on paine greif on greif he sies 21. The virgine from the fyre began to moue her The veshell neir she throw her in the same While as the blood begane to boyle aboue her And vtherwhyls aboue the bloode she come So bubling streams of brooks from hye that fall Raise vp the Pebls pure whyt cleir and small 22. They gone the Prince did with him self deuyce To spill the blood bot now he heirs