diue and sweet refreshing take 77 So they the streaming showres with showtes and cries Salute which heau'n shed on the thirstie lands The falling liquor from the dropping skies He catcheth in his lap he barehead stands And his bright helme to drinke therein vnties In the fresh streames he diues his sweatie hands Their faces some and some their temples wet And some to keepe the drops large vessels set 78 Nor man alone to ease his burning sore Herein doth diue and wash and hereof drinks But earth it selfe weake feeble faint before Whose solid limmes were cleft with rifts and chinks Receiu'd the falling showres and gathred store Of liquor sweet that through her vaines downe sinks And moisture new infused largely was In trees in plants in herbes in flowres in gras 79 Earth like the patient was whose liuely blood Hath ouercome at last some sicknes strong Whose feeble limmes had been the bait and food Whereon his strange disease depastred long But now restor'd in health and welfare stood As sound as earst as fresh as faire as yong So that forgetting all his griefe and paine His pleasant robes and crownes he takes againe 80 Ceased the raine the sunne began to shine With fruitfull sweet benigne and gentle ray Full of strong powre and vigour masculine As be his beames in Aprill or in May. O happy zeale who trusts in helpe diuine The worlds afflictions thus can driue away Can stormes appease and times and seasons change And conquer fortune fate and dest'nie strange The fourteenth Booke of Godfrey of Bulloigne The argument The Lord to Godfrey in a dreame doth shew His will Rinaldo must returne at last They haue their asking who for pardon sew Two knights to finde the Prince are sent in hast But Peter who by vision all foreknew Sendeth the searchers to a wisard plast Deepe in a vault who first at large declares Armidaes traines then how to shun those snanes 1 NOw from the fresh the soft and tender bed Of her still mother gentle night out flew The fleeting baulme on hils and dales she shed With honie drops of pure and pretious dew And on the verdure of greene forrests spred The virgin primrose and the violet blew And sweet breath'd Zephire on his spreading wings Sleepe ease repose rest peace and quiet brings 2 The thoughts and troubles of broad-waking day They softly dipt in milde obliuions lake But he whose Godhead heau'n and earth doth sway In his eternall light did watch and wake And bent on Godfrey downe the gracious ray Of his bright eie still ope for Godfreyes sake To whom a silent dreame the Lord downe sent Which told his will his pleasure and intent 3 Far in the east the golden gate beside Whence Phebus comes a christall port there is And ere the sunne his broad doores open wide The beame of springing day vncloseth this Hence come the dreames by which heau'ns sacred guide Reueales to man those high decrees of his Hence towards Godfrey ere he left his bed A vision strange his golden plumes bespred 4 Such semblances such shapes such purtraites faire Did neuer yet in dreame or sleepe appeare For all the formes in sea in earth or aire The signes in heau'n the stars in euery spheare All what was wondrous vncouth strange and raire All in that vision well presented weare His dreame had plast him in a christall wide Beset with golden fires top bottom side 5 There while he wondreth on the circles vast The stars their motions course and harmonie A knight with shining raies and fire embrast Presents himselfe vnwares before his eie Who with a voice that far for sweetnes past All humaine speech thus said approching nie What Godfrey know'st thou not thy Hugo heere Come and imbrace thy friend and fellow deere 6 He answ'red him that glorious shining light Which in thine eies his glistring beames doth place Estranged hath from my foreknowledge quight Thy countenance thy fauour and thy face This said three times he stretch his hands outright And would in friendly armes the knight embrace And thrice the spirit fled that thrice he twinde Nought in his folded armes but aire and winde 7 Lord Hugo smil'd not as you thinke quoth hee I clothed am in flesh and earthly mould My spirite pure and naked soule you see A Citizen of this celestiall hould This place is heau'n and heere a roome for thee Prepared is among Christs champions bould Ah when quoth he these mortall bonds vnknit Shall I in peace in ease and rest there sit 8 Hugo replide ere many yeeres shall ronne Amid the saints in blisse here shalt thou raine But first great wars must by thy hand be donne Much blood be shed and many Pagans slaine The holy citie by assault be wonne The land set free from seruile yoke againe Wherein thou shalt a Christian Empire frame And after thee shall Baldwine rule the same 9 But to encrease thy loue and great desire To heauen ward this blessed place behould These shining lampes these globes of liuing fire How they are turned guided moou'd and rould The Angels singing here and all their quire Then bend thine eies on yonder earth and mould All in that masse that globe and compasse see Land sea spring fountaine man beast grasse and tree 10 How vile how small and of how slender price Is there reward of goodnesse vertues gaine A narrow roome our glorie vaine vp-ties A little circle doth our pride containe Earth like an Isle amid the water lies Which sea sometime is call'd sometime the maine Yet nought therein responds a name so great It s but a lake a pond a marrish streat 11 Thus said the one the other bended downe His lookes to ground and halfe in scorne he smilde He sawe at once earth sea floud castell towne Strangely deuided strangely all compilde And wondred follie man so farre should drowne To set his hart on things so base and vilde That seruile empire searcheth and dombe same And scornes heau'ns blisse yet profreth heau'n the same 12 Wherefore he answred since the Lord not yet Will free my spirit from this cage of clay Least worldly errour vaine my voiage let Teach me to heau'n the best and surest way Hugo replide thy happy foote is set In the true path nor from this passage stray Onely from exile yoong Rinaldo call This giue I thee in charge else nought at all 13 For as the Lord of hoastes the king of blis Hath chosen thee to rule the faithfull band So he thy stratagems appointed is To execute so both shall winne this land The first is thine the second place is his Thou art this armies head and he the hand No other champion can his place supplie And that thou do it doth thy state denie 14 Th'inchanted forrest and her charmed treene With cutting steele shall he to earth downe hew And thy weake armies which too feeble beene To scale againe these wals r'inforced new And fainting lie dispersed on the greene
bow While here they stopt and stood before them drew An aged sire graue and benigne in show Crown'd with a beechen garland gathred new Clad in a linnen roabe that raught downe low In his right hand a rod and on the flood Against the streame he marcht and drieshod yood 34 As on the Rhene when winters freesing cold Congeales the streames to thicke and hardned glas The beauies faire of Shepheards daughters bold With wanton winde laies ronne turne play and pas So on this riuer past the wisard old Although vnfrosen soft and swift it was And thither stalked where the warrious staid To whom their greetings done he spoke and said 35 Great paines great trauaile Lords you haue begonne And of a cunning guide great need you stand Farre off alas is great Bertoldoes sonne Imprison'd in a waste and desart land What soile remaines by which you must not ronne What promontorie rocke sea shore or sand Your search must stretch before the prince be found Beyond our world beyond our halfe of ground 36 But yet vouchsafe to see my cell I pray In hidden caues and vaults though builded low Great wonders there strange things I will bewray Things good for you to heare and fit to know This said he bids the riuer make them way The floud retirde and backward gan to flow And here and there two christall mountaines rise So fled the red sea once and Iordan thrise 37 He tooke their hands and led them headlong downe Vnder the flood through vast and hollow deepes Such light they had as when through shadowes browne Of thickest desarts feeble Cinthia peepes There spacious caues they sawe all ouerflowne There all his waters pure great Neptune keepes And thence to moisten all the earth he brings Seas riuers flouds lakes fountaines wels and springs 38 Whence Ganges Indus Volga Ister Poe Whence Euphrates whence Tygresse spring they vew Whence Tanais whence Nilus comes alsoe Although his head till then no creature knew But vnder these a wealthie streame doth goe That Sulphur yeelds and Oare rich quicke and new Which the sunbeames doth polish purge and fine And makes it siluer pure and gold diuine 39 And all his bankes the rich and wealthie streame Hath faire beset with pearle and precious stone Like stars in skie or lampes on stage that seame The darknes there was day the night was gone There sparkled clothed in his azure beame The heau'nly Zaphire there the Iacinth shone The Carbuncle there flamde the Dimond sheene There glistred bright there smilde the Emrauld greene 40 Amas'd the knights amid these woonders past And fixt so deepe the marueiles in their thought That not one word they vttred till at last Vbaldo spake and thus his guide besought O father tell me by what skill thou hast These wonders donne and to what place vs brought For well I know not if I wake or sleepe My hart is drownd in such amazement deepe 41 You are within the hollow wombe quoth he Of fertill earth the nurse of all things made And but you brought and guided are by me Her sacred entrals could no wight inuade My pallace shortly shall you splendant see With glorious light though built in night and shade A Pagan was I borne but yet the Lord To grace by baptisme hath my soule restor'd 42 Nor yet by helpe of deuill or aide from hell I doe this vncouth worke and woondrous feat The Lord forbid I vse or charme or spell To raise foule Dis from his infernall seat But of all herbes of euery spring and well The hidden powre I know and vertue great And all that kinde hath hid from mortall sight And all the starres their motions and their might 43 For in these caues I dwell not buried still From sight of heau'n but often I resort To tops of Libanon or Carmell hill And there in liquid aire my selfe disport There Mars and Venus I behold at will As bare as earst when Vulcan tooke them short And how the rest roule glide and moue I see How their aspects benigne or froward bee 44 And vnderneath my feet the cloudes I view Now thicke now thin now bright with Iris bow The frost and snow the raine the haile the dew The windes from whence they come and whence they blow How Ioue his thunder makes and lightning new How with the boult he strikes the earth below How comate crinite caudate starres are fram'd I knew my skill with pride my hart enflam'd 45 So learned cunning wise my selfe I thought That I suppos'd my wit so high might clime To know all things that God had fram'd or wrought Fire aire sea earth man beast sprite place and time But when your hermit me to baptisme brought And from my soule had washt the sinne and crime Then I perceiu'd my sight was blindnes still My wit was follie ignorance my skill 46 Then saw I that like owles in shining sonne So gainst the beames of truth our soules are blinde And at my selfe to smile I then begonne And at my hart puft vp with follies winde Yet still these artes as I before had donne I practised such was the hermits minde Thus hath he chang'd my thoughts my hart my will And rules mine art my knowledge and my skill 47 In him I rest on him my thoughts depend My Lord my teacher and my guide is he This noble worke he striues to bring to end He is the Architect the workmen we The hardie youth home to this campe to send From prison strong my care my charge shall be So he commands and me ere this foretold Your comming oft to seeke the champion bold 48 While this he said he brought the champions twaine Downe to a vault wherein he dwels and lies It was a caue high wide large ample plaine With goodly roomes halles chambers galleries All what is bred in rich and pretious vaine Of wealthie earth and hid from mortall eies There shines and faire adorn'd was euery part With riches growne by kinde not fram'd by art 49 An hundreth groomes quicke diligent and neat Attendance gaue about these strangers bold Against the wall there stood a cupboord great Of massie plate of siluer christall gold But when with pretious wines and costly meat They filled were thus spake the wisard old Now fits the time sir knights I tell and show What you desire to heare and long to know 50 Armidaes craft her sleight and hidden guile You partly wote her actes and artes vntrew How to your campe she came and by what wile The greatest Lords and Princes thence she drew You know she turn'd them first to monsters vile And kept them since clos'd vp in secret mew Lastly to Gaza ward in bonds them sent Whom yoong Rinaldo rescude as they went 51 What chanced since I will at large declare To you vnknowne a storie strange and trew When first her pray got with such paine and care Escapte and gone the witch perceiu'd and knew Her hands she wroong for griefe
With fire and sword we hasted forth with speed And bore the brunt of all their fights and fraies But when we had perform'd and done the deed At ease and leasure they diuide the praies We reaped nought but trauaile for our toile Their was the praise the realmes the gold the spoile 66 Yet all this season were we willing blinde Offended vnreueng'd wrong'd but vnwroken Light greefes could not prouoke our quiet minde But now alas the mortall blow in stroken Rinaldo haue they slaine and law of kinde Of armes of nations and of high heau'n broken Why doth not heau'n kill them with fire and thunder To swallow them why cleaues not earth asunder 67 They haue Rinaldo slaine the sword and sheeld Of Christes true faith and vnreueng'd he lies Still vnreuenged lieth in the feeld His noble corpes to feed the crowes and pies Who murdred him who shall vs certaine yeeld Who sees not that although he wanted eies Who knowes not how th' Italian chiualrie Proud Godfrey and false Baldwine both enuie 68 What need we further proofe heau'n heau'n I sweare Will not consent herein we be beguiled This night I saw his murdred sprite appeare Pale sad and wan with wounds and blood defiled A spectacle full both of greefe and feare Godfrey for murdring him the ghost reuiled I saw it was no dreame before mine eies How ere I looke still still me thinkes it flies 69 What shall we doe shall we be gouern'd still By this false hand contaminate with blood Or else depart and trauaile forth vntill To Euphrates we come that sacred flood Where dwels a people voide of martiall skill Whose cities rich whose land is fat and good Where kingdoms great we may at ease prouide Far from these French mens malice from their pride 70 Than let vs goe and no reuengement take For this braue knight though it lie in our power No no that courage rather newly wake Which neuer sleepes in feare and dread one hower And this pestifrous serpent poys'ned snake Of all our knights that hath destroi'd the flower First let vs slay and his deserued end Ensample make to him that kils his frend 71 I will I will if your couragious force Dareth so much as it can well performe Teare out his cursed hart without remorse The neast of treason false and guile enorme Thus spake the angrie knight with headlong corse The rest him followed like a furious storme Arme arme they cride to armes the soldiers ran And as they ron arme arme cride euery man 72 Mongst them Alecto strowed wastefull fire Enuenoming the harts of most and least Follie disdaine madnes strife rancour ire Thirst to shed blood in euery brest encreast This ill spread far and till it set on fire With rage th' Italian lodgings neuer ceast From thence vnto the Switzers campe it went And last infected euery English tent 73 Not publike losse of their beloued knight Alone stirr'd vp their rage and wrath vntamed But fore-conceiued greefes and quarrels light Their ire still nourished and still enflamed Awaked was each former cause of spright The Frenchmen cruell and vniust they named And with bold threats they made their hatred knowne Hate seeld kept close and oft vnwisely showne 74 Like boyling liquor in a seething pot That fumeth swelleth hie and bubbleth fast Till ore the brimmes among the embers hot Part of the broth and of the scum it cast Their rage and wrath those few appeased not In whom of wisdome yet remain'd some tast Camillo William Tancred were away And all whose greatnes might their madnes stay 75 Now headlong ran to harnesse in this heat These furious people all on heapes confused The roaring trumpets battaile gan to threat As it in time of mortall war is vsed The messengers ran to Godfredo great And bod him arme while on this noise he mused And Baldwin first well clad in iron hard Stept to his side a sure and faithfull gard 76 Their murmurs heard to heau'n he lift his eine As was his wont to God for aide he fled O Lord thou knowest this right hand of mine Abhorred euer ciuill blood to shed Illumine their darke soules with light diuine Represse their rage by hellish furie bred The innocencie of my guiltlesse minde Thou know'st and make these know with furie blinde 77 This said he felt infused in each vaine A sacred heat from heau'n aboue distilled A hear in man that courage could constraine That his graue looke with awfull boldnesse filled Well garded forth he went to meet the traine Of those that would reuenge Rinaldo killed And though their threats he heard and saw them bent To armes on euery side yet on he went 78 Aboue his hawberke strong a cote he ware Embrodred faire with pearle and rich stone His hands were naked and his face was bare Wherein a lampe of maiestie bright shone He shooke his golden mace wherewith he dare Resist the force of his rebellious fone Thus he appear'd and thus he gan them teach In shape an angell and a God in speach 79 What foolish words what threats be these I heare What noise of armes who dares these tumults moue Am I so honour'd stand you so in feare Where is your late obedience where your loue Of Godfreys falshood who can witnes beare Who dare or will these accusations proue Perchance you looke I should entreaties bring Sue for your fauours or excuse the thing 80 Ah God forbid these lands should heare or see Him so disgrast at whose great name they quake This scepter and my noble actes for mee A true defence before the world can make Yet for sharpe iustice gouerned shall bee With clemencie I will no veng'ance take For this offence but for Rinaldoes loue I pardon you hereafter wiser proue 81 But Argillanoes guiltie blood shall wash This staine away who kindled this debate And led by hastie rage and furie rash To these disorders first vndid the gate While thus he spoke the lightning beames did flash Out of his eies of maiestie and state That Argillan who would haue thought it shooke For feare and terrour conqu'red with his looke 82 The rest with vndiscreet and foolish wrath Who threatned late with words of shame and pride Whose hands so ready were to harme and scath And brandished bright swords on euery side Now husht and still attend what Godfrey sath With shame and feare their bashfull lookes they hide And Argillan they let in chaines be bound Although their weapons him enuiron'd round 83 So when a lion shakes his dreadfull maine And beates his taile with courage proud and wroth If his commander come who first tooke paine To tame his youth his loftie crest downe go'th His threats he feareth and obaies the raine Of thraldome base and seruiceage though loth Nor can his sharpe teeth nor his armed pawes Force him rebell against his rulers lawes 84 Fame is a winged warriour they beheild With semblant fierce and furious looke that stood And in his
The flames against the kindlers backward cast 86 The windes droue backe the fire where heaped lie The Pagans weapons where their engins weare Which kindling quickly in that substance drie Burnt all their store and all their warlike geare O glorious captaine whom the Lord from hie Defends whom God preserues and holds so deare For thee heau'n fights to thee the windes from farre Call'd with thy trumpets blast obedient arre 87 But wicked Ismen to his harme that saw How the fierce blast droue backe the fire and flame By art would nature change and thence withdraw Those noisome windes else calme and still the same Twixt two false Wizards without feare or aw Vpon the walles in open sight he came Blacke grisly loathsome grim and ougly faced Like Pluto old betwixt two furies placed 88 And now the wretch those dreadfull words begunne Which tremble make deepe hell and all her flocke Now troubled is the aire the golden sunne His fearefull beames in cloudes did close and locke When from the towre which Ismen could not shunne Out flew a mightie stone late halfe a rocke Which light so iust vpon the Wizards three That driu'n to dust their bones and bodies bee 89 To lesse than nought their members old were torne And shiuer'd were their heads to pieces small As small as are the brused graines of corne When from the mill resolu'd to meale they fall Their damned soules to deepest hell downe borne Far from the ioy and light celestiall The furies plunged in th' infernall lake O mankinde at their ends ensample take 90 This while the engin which the tempest could Had sau'd from burning with his friendly blast Approached had so neere the battred hould That on the walles her bridge at ease she cast But Soliman ran thither fierce and bould To cut the planke whereon the Christians past And had perform'd his will saue that vpreard High in the skies a turret new appeard 91 Farre in the aire vp clombe the fortresse tall Higher than house then steeple church or towre The Pagans trembled to behold the wall And citie subiect to her shot and powre Yet kept the Turke his stand though on him fall Of stones and dartes a sharpe and deadly showre And still to cut the bridge he hopes and striues And those that feare with cheerfull speech reuiues 92 The Angell Michaell to all the rest Vnseene appear'd before Godfredoes eies In pure and heau'nly armour ritchly drest Brighter than Titans raies in cleerest skies Godfrey quoth he this is the moment blest To free this towne that long in bondage lies See see what legions in thine aide I bring For heau'n assists thee and heau'ns glorious king 93 Lift vp thine eies and in the aire behold The sacred armies how they mustred bee That cloud of flesh in which from times of old All mankinde wrapped is I take from thee And from thy senses their thicke mist vnfold That face to face thou maist these spirits see And for a little space right well sustaine Their glorious light and vew those angels plaine 94 Behold the soules of euery Lord and knight That late bore armes and dide for Christes deare sake How on thy side against this towne they fight And of thy ioy and conquest will partake There where the dust and smoke blinde all mens sight Where stones and ruines such an heape doe make There Hugo fights in thickest cloude imbard And vndermines that bulwarks groundworke hard 95 See Dudon yonder who with sword and fire Assailes and helpes to scale the northren port That with bold courage doth thy folke inspire And reares their ladders gainst th' assaulted fort He that high on the mount in graue attire Is clad and crowned stands in kingly sort Is Bishop Ademare a blessed spirite Blest for his faith crown'd for his death and merite 96 But higher lift thy happie eies and vew Where all the sacred hosts of heau'n appeare He lookt and saw where winged armies flew Innumerable pure diuine and cleare A battaile round of squadrons three they shew And all by threes those squadrons ranged weare Which spreading wide in rings still wider goe Mou'd with a stone calme water circleth soe 97 With that he winkte and vanisht was and gone That wondrous vision when he lookt againe His worthies fighting vew'd he one by one And on each side saw signes of conquest plaine For with Rinaldo gainst his yeelding fone His knights were entred and the Pagans slaine This seene the Duke no longer stay could brooke But from the bearer bold his ensigne tooke 98 And on the bridge he stept but there was staid By Soliman who entrance all denide That narrow tree to vertue great was maid The field as in few blowes right soone was tride Here will I giue my life for Sions aid Here will I end my daies the Soldan cride Behinde me cut or breake this bridge that I May kill a thousand Christians first then die 99 But thither fierce Rinaldo threat'ning went And at his sight fled all the Soldans traine What shall I doe if here my life be spent I spend and spill quoth he my blood in vaine With that his steps from Godfrey backe he bent And to him let the passage free remaine Who threat'ning follow'd as the Soldan fled And on the walles the purple crosse dispred 100 About his head he tost he turn'd he cast That glorious ensigne with a thousand twines Thereon the winde breathes with his sweetest blast Thereon with golden raies glad Phebus shines Earth laughes for ioy the streames forbeare their hast Floods clap their hands on mountaines dance the pines And Sions towres and sacred temples smile For their deliu'rance from that bondage vile 101 And now the armies rear'd the happie crie Of victorie glad ioyfull lowd and shrill The hils resound the Eccho showteth hie And Tancred bold that fights and combats still With proud Argantes brought his towre so nie That on the wall against the boasters will In his despite his bridge he also laid And wonne the place and there the crosse displaid 102 But on the southren hill where Raimond fought Against the townesmen and their aged king His hardie Gascoignes gained small or nought Their engin to the walles they could not bring For thither all his strength the Prince had brought For life and safetie sternly combatting And for the wall was feeblest on that cost There were his soldiers best and engins most 103 Besides the towre vpon that quarter found Vnsure vneasie and vneeu'n the way Nor art could helpe but that the rougher ground The rolling masse did often stop and stay But now of victorie the ioyfull sound The king and Raimond heard amid their fray And by the showte they and their soldiers know The towne was entred on the plaine below 104 Which heard Raimondo thus bespake this crew The towne is wonne my friends and doth it yet Resist are we kept out still by these few Shall we no share in this high conquest get But
aide implore Of kinne and friends but I in this sad plight Inuoke thy helpe my kingdome to inuade So doth thy vertue so my need perswade 41 In thee I hope thy succours I inuoke To win the crowne whence I am dispossest For like renowne awaiteth on the stroke To cast the haughtie downe or raise th' opprest Nor greater glorie brings a scepter broke Than doth deliu'rance of a maid distrest And since thou canst at will performe the thing More is thy praise to make than kill a king 42 But if thou would'st thy succours due excuse Bicause in Christ I haue no hope nor trust Ah yet for vertues sake thy vertue vse Who scorneth gold because it lies in dust Be witnes heau'n if thou to grant refuse Thou dost forsake a maid in cause most iust And for thou shalt at large my fortunes know I will my wrongs and their great treasons show 43 Prince Arbilan that raigned in his life On faire Damascus was my noble sire Borne of meane race he was yet got to wife The Queene Charicha such was the fire Of her hot loue but soone the fatall knife Had cut the threed that kept their ioyes intire For so mishap her cruell lot had cast My birth her death my first day was her last 44 And ere fiue yeeres were fully come and gone Since his deere spouse to hastie death did yeild My father also dide consum'd with mone And sought his loue amid th' Elisian feild His crowne and me poore orphan left alone Mine vncle gouern'd in my tender eild For well he thought if mortall men haue faith In brothers brest true loue his mansion haith 45 He tooke the charge of me and of the crowne And with kinde shewes of loue so brought to passe That through Damascus great report was blowne How good how iust how kinde mine vncle was Whether he kept his wicked hate vnknowne And hid the serpent in the flowring grasse Or that true faith did in his bosome wonne Bicause he ment to match me with his sonne 46 Which sonne within short while did vndertake Degree of knighthood as beseem'd him well Yet neuer durst he for his Ladies sake Breake sword or lance aduanst in loftie cell As faire he was as Cithereas make As proud as he that signoriseth hell In fashions way-ward and in loue vnkinde For Cupid deignes not wound a currish minde 47 This Paragon should Queene Armida wed A goodly swaine to be a Princesse pheare A louely partner of a Ladies bed A noble head a golden crowne to weare His glosing sire his errand daily sed And sugred speeches whispred in mine eare To make me take this darling in mine armes But still the adder stopt her eares from charmes 48 At last he left me with a troubled grace Through which transparent was his inward spight Me thought I red the storie in his face Of these mishaps that on me since haue light Since that foule spirits haunt my resting place And gastly visions breake my sleepe by night Greefe horror feare my fainting soule did kill For so my minde foreshew'd my comming ill 49 Three times the shape of my deere mother came Pale sad dismaid to warne me in my dreame Alas how far transformed from the same Whose eies shone earst like Titans glorious beame Daughter she saies flie flie behold thy dame Foreshowes the treasons of thy wretched eame Who poyson gainst thy harmlesse life prouides This said to shapelesse aire vnseene she glides 50 But what auailes high walles or bulwarks strong Where fainting cowards haue the peece to gard My sexe too weake mine age was all too yong To vndertake alone a worke so hard To wander wilde the desart woods among A banisht maid of wonted ease debard So grieuous seem'd that leifer were my death And there t' expire where first I drew my breath 51 I fear'd deadly euill if long I staid And yet to flie had neither will nor powre Nor durst my hart declare it waxt affraid Least so I hasten might my dying howre Thus restlesse waited I vnhappie maid What hand should first plucke vp my springing flowre Euen as the wretch condemn'd to lose his life Awaites the falling of the murdring knife 52 In these extremes for so my fortune would Perchance preserue me to my further ill One of my noble fathers seruants ould That for his goodnes bore his childe good will With store of teares this treason gan vnfould And said my guardian would his pupill kill And that himselfe if promise made he kept Should giue me poison dire ere next I slept 53 And further told me if I wisht to liue I must conuay my selfe by secret flight And offred than all succours he could giue To aide his mistris banisht from her right His words of comfort feare to exile driue The dread of death made lesser dangers light So we concluded when the shadowes dim Obscur'd the earth I should depart with him 54 Of close escapes the aged patronesse Blacker than earst her sable mantle spred When with two trustie maides in great distresse Both from mine vncle and my realme I fled Oft lookt I backe but hardly could suppresse Those streames of teares mine eies vncessant shed For when I looked on my kingdome lost It was a griefe a death an hell almost 55 My steeds drew on the burden of my limmes But still my lookes my thoughts drew backe as fast So fare the men that from the hauens brims Far out to sea by sudden storme are cast Swift ore the grasse the rolling chariot swims Through waies vnknowne all night all day we hast At last nie tir'd a castle strong we fand The vtmost border of my natiue land 56 The fort Arontes was for so the knight Was call'd that my deliu'rance thus had wrought But when the tyrant saw by mature flight I had escapt the treasons of his thought The rage encreased in the cursed wight Gainst me and him that me to safetie brought And vs accus'd we would haue poysoned Him but descride to saue our liues we fled 57 And that in lew of his approued truth To poison him I hired had my guide That he dispatched mine vnbridled yuth Might range at will in no subiection tide And that each night I slept O foule vntruth Mine honor lost by this Arontes side But heau'n I pray send downe reuenging fire When so base loue shall change my chaste desire 58 Not that he sitteth on my regall throne Nor that he thirst to drinke my lukewarme blood So greeueth me as this despite alone That my renowne which euer blamelesse stood Hath lost the light wherewith it alwaies shone With forged lies he makes his tale so good And holds my subiects harts in such suspence That none takes armour for their Queenes defence 59 And though he doe my regall throne possesse Cloathed in purple crown'd with burnisht gold Yet is his hate his rancour nere the lesse Since nought asswageth malice when t is old He threats to burne Arontes
champion made How Godfrey had him to this combat chose The armies honour on his shoulder lade To hazards new he list not that expose While thus his thoughts debated on the cace The hilts Argantes hurled at his face 96 And forward spurr'd his mounture fierce withall Within his armes longing his foe to straine Vpon whose helme the heauie blowe did fall And bent well nie the mettall to his braine But he whose courage was heroicall Leapt by and makes the Pagans onset vaine And woundes his hand which he outstretched saw Fiercer than eagles talent lions paw 97 Now here now there on euery side he road With nimble speed and spurr'd now out now in And as he went and came still laid on load Where Lord Argantes armes were weake and thin All that huge force which in his armes aboad His wrath his ire his great desire to win Against his foe together all he bent And heau'n and fortune furthred his intent 98 But he whose courage for no perill failes Well arm'd and better harted scornes his powre Like a tall ship when spent are all her sailes Which still resists the rage of storme and showre Whose mightie ribs fast bound with bands and nailes Withstands fierce Neptunes wrath for many an howre And yeelds not vp her brused keele to windes In whose sterne blasts no ruth nor grace she findes 99 Argantes such thy present danger was When Sathan stirr'd to aide thee at thy need In humane shape he forg'd an airie mas And made the shade a body seeme indeed Well might the spirit for Clorinda pas Like her it was in armour and in weed In stature beautie countenance and face In lookes in speech in gesture and in pace 100 And for the sprite should seeme the same indeed From where she was whose show and shape it had Towards the wall it road with faigned speed Where stood the people all dismaid and sad To see their knight of helpe haue so great need And yet the law of armes all helpe forbad There in a turret sat a soldier stout To watch and at a loope-hole peeped out 101 The spirit spake to him call'd Oradine The noblest archer then that handled bow O Oradin quoth she who straight as line Canst shoot and hit each marke set high or low If yonder knight alas be slaine in fine As likest is great ruth it were you know And greater shame if his victorious foe Should with his spoiles triumphant homeward goe 102 Now proue thy skill thine arrowes sharpe head dip In yonder theeuish French-mans guiltie blood I promise thee thy soueraigne shall not slip To giue thee large rewards for such a good Thus said the sprite the man did laugh and skip For hope of future gaine nor longer stood But from his quiuer huge a shaft he hent And set it in his mightie bowe new bent 103 Twanged the string out flew the quarell long And through the subtile aire did singing pas It hit the knight the buckles rich among Wherewith his pretious girdle fast'ned was It brused them and pearst his hawberke strong Some little blood downe trickled on the gras Light was the wound the angell by vnseene The sharpe head blunted of the weapon keene 104 Raimond drew forth the shaft as much behoued And with the steele his blood out streaming came With bitter words his foe he than reproued For breaking faith to his eternall shame Godfrey whose carefull eies from his beloued Were neuer turned saw and markt the same And when he vew'd the wounded Countie bleed He sigh'd and feared more perchance than need 105 And with his words and with his threat'ning eies He stirr'd his captaines to reuenge that wrong Forthwith the spurred courser forward hies Within their rests put were their lances long From either side a squadron braue out flies And boldly made a fierce encounter strong The raised dust to ouerspread begunne Their shining armes and far more shining sunne 106 Of breaking speares of ringing helme and shield A dreadfull rumour roard on euery side There lay an horse another through the field Ran masterlesse dismounted was his guide Here one lay dead there did another yeeld Some sigh'd some sobb'd some praied and some cride Fierce was the fight and longer still it lasted Fiercer and fewer still themselues they wasted 107 Argantes nimbly leapt amid the throng And from a soldier wrung an iron mace And breaking through the ranks and ranges long Therewith he passage made himselfe and place Raimond he sought the thickest prease among To take reuenge for late recein'd disgrace A grecdie woolfe he seem'd and would asswage With Raimonds blood his hunger and his rage 108 The way he found not easie as he would But fierce encounters put him oft to paine He met Ormanno and Rogero bould Of Balnauile Guie and the Gerards twaine Yet nothing might his rage and haste withhould These worthies stroue to stop him but in vaine With these strong lets increased still his ire Like riuers stopt or closely smouldred fire 109 He slew Ormanno wounded Guie and laid Rogero lowe among the people slaine On euery side new troopes the man inuaid Yet all their blowes were waste their onsets vaine But while Argantes thus his prises plaid And seem'd alone this skirmish to sustaine The Duke his brother call'd and thus he spake Goe with thy troope fight for thy Sauiours sake 110 There enter in where hottest is the fight Thy force against the left wing strongly bend This said so braue an onset gaue the knight That many a Painim bold there made his end The Turks too weake seem'd to sustaine his might And could not from his powre their liues defend Their ensignes rent and broke was their array And men and horse on heapes together lay 111 Orethrowne likewise away the right wing ran Nor was there one againe that turn'd his face Saue bold Argantes else fled euery man Feare droue them thence on heapes with headlong chace He staid alone and battaile new began Fiue hundreth men weapon'd with sword and mace So great resistance neuer could haue made As did Argantes with his single blade 112 The strokes of swords and thrusts of many a speare The shocke of many a iust he long sustained He seem'd of strength enough this charge to beare And time to strike now here now there he gained His armours broke his members brused weare He sweat and bled yet courage still he fained But now his foes vpon him preas'd so fast That with their weight they bore him backe at last 113 His backe against this storme at length he turned Whose headlong furie bore him backward still Not like to one that fled but one that murned Bicause he did his foes no greater ill His threat'ning eies like flaming torches burned His courage thirsted yet more blood to spill And euery way and euery meane he sought To stay his flying mates but all for nought 114 This good he did while thus he plaid his part His bands and troopes at
blasphemous beast and dragon bring To him also that of our Sauiour good Washed the sacred front in Iordans flood 8 Him likewise they inuoke called the rocke Whereon the Lord they say his Church did reare Whose true successors close or else vnlocke The blessed gates of grace and mercie deare And all th'elected twelue the chosen flocke Of his triumphant death who witnes beare And them by torment slaughter fire and sword Who martyrs died to confirme his word 9 And them also whose bookes and writings tell What certaine path to heau'nly blisse vs leades And hermits good and ancresses that dwell Mewed vp in walles and mumble on their beades And virgin nunnes in close and priuate cell Where but shrift fathers neuer mankinde treades On these they called and on all the rout Of angels martyrs and of saints deuout 10 Singing and saying thus the campe deuout Spred forth her zealous squadrons broad and wide Towards mount Oliuet went all this rout So call'd of Oliue trees the hill which hide A mountaine knowne by fame the world throughout Which riseth on the cities eastren side From it deuided by the valley greene Of Iosaphat that fils the space betweene 11 Hither the armies went and chanted shrill That all the deepe and hollow dales resound From hollow mounts and caues in euery hill A thousand Ecchoes also sung around It seem'd some quire that sung with art and skill Dwelt in those sauage dennes and shadie ground For oft resounded from the banks they heare The name of Christ and of his mother deare 12 Vpon the walles the Pagans old and yong Stood husht and still amated and amased At their graue order and their humble song At their strange pompe and customes new they gased But when the shew they had beholden long An hideous yell the wicked miscreants rased That with vile blasphemies the mountaines hoare The woods the waters and the valleis roare 13 But yet with sacred notes the hostes proceed Though blasphemies they heare and cursed things So with Apolloes harpe Pan tunes his reed So adders hisse where Philomela sings Nor flying dartes nor stones the Christians dreed Nor arrowes shot nor quarries cast from flings But with assured faith as dreading nought The holy worke begun to end they brought 14 A table set they on the mountaines hight To minister thereon the Sacrament In golden candlesticks a hallowed light At either end of virgin waxe there brent In costly vestments sacred William dight With feare and trembling to the altar went And praier there and seruice lowd beginnes Both for his owne and all the armies sinnes 15 Humbly they heard his words that stood him nie The rest far off vpon him bent their eies But when he ended had the seruice hie You seruants of the Lord depart he cries His hands he lifted than vp to the skie And blessed all those warlike companies And they dismist return'd the way they came Their order as before their pompe the same 16 Within their campe arriu'd this voiage ended Towards his tent the Duke himselfe withdrew Vpon their guide by heapes the bands attended Till his pauilions stately doore they vew There to the Lord his welfare they commended And with him left the worthies of the crew Whom at a costly and rich feast he placed And with the highest roome old Raimond graced 17 Now when the hungrie knights sufficed ar With meat with drinke with spices of the best Quoth he when next you see the morning star Tassault the towne be ready all and prest Tomorrow is a day of paines and war This of repose of quiet peace and rest Goe take your ease this euening and this night And make you strong against tomorrowes fight 18 They tooke their leaue and Godfreys haralds road To intimate his will on euery side And publisht it through all the lodgings broad That gainst the morne each should himselfe prouide Meane-while they might their harts of cares vnload And rest their tired limmes that euening tide Thus fared they till night their eies did close Night frend to gentle rest and sweet repose 19 With little signe as yet of springing day Out peept not well appear'd the rising morne The plough yet tore not vp the fertile lay Nor to their feed the sheepe from folds retorne The birds sate silent on the greene wood spray Amid the groues vnheard was hound and horne When trumpets shrill true signes of hardie fights Call'd vp to armes the soldiers call'd the knights 20 Arme arme at once an hundreth squadrons cride And with their crie to arme them all begin Godfrey arose that day he laid aside His hawberke strong he wontes to combat in And dond a brestplate faire of proofe vntride Such one as footmen vse light easie thin Scantly their Lord thus clothed had his gromes When aged Raimond to his presence comes 21 And furnisht thus when he the man beheild By his attire his secret thought he guest Where is quoth he your sure and trustie sheild Your helme your hawberke strong where all the rest Why be you halfe disarm'd why to the feild Approch you in these weake defences drest I see this day you meane a course to ronne Wherein may perill much small praise be wonne 22 Alas doe you that idle praise expect To set first foot this conquered wall aboue Of lesse account some knight thereto obiect Whose losse so great and harmfull cannot proue My Lord your life with greater care protect And loue your selfe bicause all vs you loue Your happie life is spirit soule and breath Of all this campe preserue it than from death 23 To this he answered thus you know he sade In Clarimont by mightie Vrbans hand When I was girded with this noble blade For Christes true faith to fight in euery land To God eu'n than a secret vow I made Not as a captaine here this day to stand And giue directions but with shield and sword To fight to winne or die for Christ my Lord. 24 When all this campe in battaile strong shall bee Ordain'd and ordred well disposed all And all things done which to the high degree And sacred place I hold belongen shall Then reason is it nor disswade thou mee That I likewise assault this sacred wall Least from my vow to God late made I swerue He shall this life defend keepe and preserue 25 Thus he concludes and euery hardie knight His sample follow'd and his brethren twaine The other Princes put on harnesse light As footemen vse but all the Pagan traine Towards that side bent their defensiue might That lies expos'd to vew of Charles waine And Zephirus sweet blastes for on that part The towne was weakest both by scite and art 26 On all parts else the fort was strong by scite With mighty hils defenst from forraine rage And to this part the tyrant gan vnite His subiects borne and bands that serue for wage From this exploit he spar'd nor great nor lite The aged men and boyes of tender age
iourney dight Towards another port there to get in With hideous noise fast after spurr'd the knight She heard and staide and thus her words begin What haste hast thou ride softly take thy breath What bringest thou he answerd warre and death 53 And warre and death quoth she heere maist thou get If thou for battle come with that she staid Tancred to ground his foote in haste downe set And left his stead on foote he saw the maid Their courage hot their ire and wrath they whet And either champion drew a trenchant blaid Togither ran they and togither stroke Like two fierce buls whom rage and loue prouoke 54 Woorthie of royall listes and brightest day Woorthie a golden trompe and lawrell crowne The actions were and woonders of that fray Which sable night did in darke bosome drowne Yet night consent that I their actes display And make their deeds to future ages knowne And in records of long enduring storie Enroll their praise their fame their woorth glorie 55 They neither shrunke nor vantage sought of ground They trauerst not nor skipt from part to part Their blowes were neither false nor faigned found The night their rage would let them vse no art Their swords togither clash with dreadfull sound Their feete stand fast and neither stir nor start They moue their hands steadfast their feete remaine Nor blow nor foine they stroake or thrust in vaine 56 Shame bred desire a sharpe reuenge to take And veng'ance taken gaue new cause of shame So that with haste and little heed they strake Fuell enough they had to feed the flame At last so close their battell fierce they make They could not weild their swords so nie they came They vs'd the hilts and each on other rusht And helme to helme and shield to shield they crusht 57 Thrice his strong armes he fouldes about her waste And thrice was forst to let the virgine goe For she disdained to be so embraste No louer would haue strain'd his mistresse soe They tooke their swords againe and each enchaste Deepe wounds in the soft flesh of his strong foe Till weake and wearie faint aliue vneath They both retirde at once at once tooke breath 58 Each other long beheild and leaning stood Vpon their swords whose points in earth were pight When day breake rising from the Eastren flood Put forth the thousand eies of blindfold night Tancred beheild his foes out streaming blood And gaping wounds and waxt proud with the sight O vanitie of mans vnstable minde Puft vp with euerie blast of friendly winde 95 Why ioi'st thou wretch O what shall be thy gaine What trophie for this conquest i st thou reares Thine eies shall shed in case thou be not slaine For euerie drop of blood a sea of teares The bleeding warriours leaning thus remaine Each one to speake one world long time forbeares Tancred the silence broake at last and said For he would know with whom this fight he maid 60 Euill is our chance and hard our fortune is Who here in silence and in shade debate Where light of sunne and witnes all we mis That should our prowesse and our praise dilate If words in armes finde place yet grant me this Tell me thy name thy countrey and estate That I may know this dang'rous combate donne Whom I haue conquerd or who hath me wonne 61 What I nill tell you aske quoth she in vaine Nor mou'd by praier nor constraind by powre But thus much know I am one of those twaine Which late with kindled fire destroi'd the towre Tancred at her proud words sweld with disdaine That hast thou said quoth he in euill howre Thy vaunting speeches and thy silence both Vnciuill wretch hath made my hart more wroth 62 Ire in their chafed breasts renew'd the fray Fierce was the fight though feeble were their might Their strength was gone their cunning was away And furie in their stead maintain'd the fight Their swords both points and edges sharpe embay In purple bloud where so they hit or light And if weake life yet in their bosomes lie They liu'd bicause they both disdain'd to die 63 As Egeans seas when stormes be calm'd againe That roll'd their tumbling waues with troublous blasts Do yet of tempests past some shewes retaine And here and there their swelling billowes casts So though their strength were gone and might were vaine Of their first fiercenes still the furie lasts Wherewith sustain'd they to their tackling stood And heaped wound on wound and blood on blood 64 But now alas the fatall howre arriues That her sweete life must leaue that tender hold His sword into her bosome deepe he driues And bath'd in lukewarme blood his iron cold Betweene her brests the cruell weapon riues Her curious square embost with swelling gold Her knees grow weake the paines of death she feeles And like a falling Cedar bends and reeles 65 The Prince his hand vpon her shield doth streach And low on earth the wounded damsell laith And while she fell with weake and woefull speach Her praiers last and last complaints she saith A spirit new did her those praiers teach Spirit of hope of charitie and faith And though her life to Christ rebellious weare Yet died she his childe and handmaide deare 66 Friend thou hast wonne I pardon thee nor saue This bodie that all torments can endure But saue my soule baptisme I dying craue Come wash away my sinnes with waters pure His hart relenting nigh insunder raue With woefull speech of that sweete creature So that his rage his wrath and anger dide And on his cheekes salt teares for ruthe downe slide 67 With murmur lowd downe from the mountaines side A little runnell tumbled neere the place Thither he ran and fild his helmet wide And quicke return'd to do that worke of grace With trembling hands her beauer he vntide Which done he saw and seeing knew her face And lost therewith his speech and moouing quight O woefull knowledge ah vnhappie sight 68 He died not but all his strength vnites And to his vertues gaue his hart in gard Brideling his greefe with water he requites The life that he bereft with iron hard And while the sacred words the knight recites The Nymphe to heau'n with ioy her selfe prepard And as her life decaies her ioyes encrease She smild and said farewell I die in peace 69 As Violets blew mongst Lillies pure men throw So palenes midst her natiue white begonne Her lookes to heau'n she cast their eies I trow Downeward for pitie bent both heau'n and sunne Her naked hand she gaue the knight in show Of loue and peace her speech alas was donne And thus the virgin fell on endlesse sleepe Loue beautie vertue for your darling weepe 70 But when he saw her gentle soule was went His manly courage to relent began Greefe sorrow anguish sadnes discontent Free empire got and lordship on the man His life within his hart they close vp pent Death through his senses and his
visage ran Like his dead Ladie dead seem'd Tancred good In palenesse stilnesse wounds and streames of blood 71 And his weake sprite to be vnbodied From fleshly prison free that ceaselesse striued Had follow'd her faire soule but lately fled Had not a Christian squadron there arriued To seeke fresh water thither haply led And found the Princesse dead and him depriued Of signes of life yet did the knight remaine On liue nigh dead for her himselfe had flaine 72 Their guide far off the Prince knew by his shield And thither hasted full of greefe and feare Her dead him seeming so he there behield And for that strange mishap shed many a teare He would not leaue the corses faire in field For food to wolues though she a Pagan weare But in their armes the soldiers both vphent And both lamenting brought to Tancreds tent 73 With those deere burthens to their campe they passe Yet would not that dead seeming knight awake At last he deepely groan'd which token was His feeble soule had not her flight yet take The other lay a still and heauie masse Her spirit had that earthen cage forsake Thus were they brought and thus they placed weare In sundry roomes yet both adioyning neare 74 All skill and art his carefull seruants vsed To life againe their dying Lord to bring At last his eies vnclos'd with teares suffused He felt their hands and heard their whispering But how he thither came long time he mused His minde astonisht was with euery thing He gaz'd about his squites in fine he knew Then weake and wofull thus his plaints our threw 75 What liue I yet and doe I breathe and see Of this accursed day the hatefull light This spitefull ray which still vpbraideth mee With that accursed deed I did this night Ah coward hand affraid why shouldst thou bee Thou instrument of death shame and despite Why shouldst thou feare with sharp trenchant knife To cut the threed of this blood-guiltie life 76 Pierce through this bosome and my cruell hart In peeces cleaue breake euery string and vaine But thou to slaughters vile which vsed art Think'st it were pitie so to ease my paine Of lucklesse loue therefore in torments smart A sad example must I still remaine A wofull monster of vnhappie loue Who still must liue least death his comfort proue 77 Still must I liue in anguish griefe and caire Furies my guiltie conscience that torment The ougly shades darke night and troubled aire In grisly formes her slaughter still present Madnes and death about my bed repaire Hell gapeth wide to swallow vp this tent Swift from my selfe I ronne my selfe I feare Yet still my hell within my selfe I beare 78 But where alas where be those reliques sweet Wherein dwelt late all loue all ioy all good My furie left them cast in open street Some beast hath torne her flesh and lickt her blood Ah noble pray for sauage beast vnmeet Ah sweet too sweet and far too pretious food Ah seely Nymph whom night and darksome shade To beasts and me far worse than beasts betrade 79 But where you be if still you be I wend To gather vp those reliques deere at least But if some beast hath from the hils descend And on her tender bowels made his feast Let that selfe monster me in peeces rend And deepe entombe me in his hollow cheast For where she buried is there shall I haue A stately tombe a rich and costly graue 80 Thus mourn'd the knight his squires him told at last They had her there for whom those teares he shed A beame of comfort his dim eies out cast Like lightning through thicke cloudes of darknes spred The heauie burthen of his lims in hast With mickle paine he drew forth of his bed And scant of strength to stand to moue or goe Thither he staggred reeling to and froe 81 When he came there and in her brest espide His handiworke that deepe and cruell wound And her sweet face with leaden palenesse dide Where beautie late spred forth her beames around He trembled so that nere his squires beside To hold him vp he had sunke downe to ground And said O face in death still sweet and faire Thou canst not sweeten yet my greefe and caire 82 O faire right hand the pledge of faith and loue Giuen me but late too late in signe of peace How haps it now thou canst not stir nor moue And you deere lims now laid in rest and ease Through which my cruell blade this flood-gate roue Your paines haue end my torments neuer cease O hands O cruell eies accurst alike You gaue the wound you gaue them light to strike 83 But thither now ronne forth my guiltie blood Whither my plaints my sorrowes cannot wend He said no more but as his passion wood Enforced him he gan to teare and rend His haire his face his wounds a purple flood Did from each side in rolling streames descend He had beene slaine but that his paine and woe Bereft his senses and preseru'd him soe 84 Cast on his bed his squires recall'd his spright To execute againe her hatefull charge But tattling fame the sorrowes of the knight And hard mischance had told this while at large Godfrey and all his Lords of worth and might Ran thither and the dutie would discharge Of friendship true and with sweet words the rage Of bitter greefe and woe they would asswage 85 But as a mortall wound the more doth smart The more it searched is handled or sought So their sweete words to his afflicted hart More griefe more anguish paine and torment brought But reuerend Peter that nould set apart Care of his sheepe as a good sheepheard ought His vanitie with graue aduise reprooued And told what mourning Christian knights behooued 86 O Tancred Tancred how farre different From thy beginnings good these follies bee What makes thee deafe what hath thy eiesight blent What mist what cloud thus ouershadeth thee This is a warning good from heau'n downe sent Yet his aduise thou canst not heare nor see Who calleth and conducts thee to the way From which thou willing dost and witting stray 87 To woorthie actions and atchiuements fit For Christian knights he would thee home recall But thou hast left that course and changed it To make thy selfe a heathen damsels thrall But see thy griefe and sorrowes painefull fit Is made the rod to scourge thy sinnes withall Of thine owne good thy selfe the meanes he makes But thou his mercy goodnes grace forsakes 88 Thou dost refuse of heau'n the profred grace And gainst it still rebell with sinfull ire O wretch O whither doth thy rage thee chace Refraine thy griefe bridle thy fond desire At hels wide gate vaine sorrow doth thee place Sorrow misfortunes sonne despaires foule sire O see thine euill thy plaint and woe refraine The guides to death to hell and endlesse paine 89 This said his will to die the patient Abandoned that second death he feared These words