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Her dainty limbs in her sad dreriment, For till that stownd could never wight But praying still did wake, and waking did him harme lament.
By subtilty, nor slight, nor might, nor XXXIII
mighty charme. The morrow next gan earely to appeare, That Titan rose to runne his daily race;290
XXXVII But earely, ere the morrow next gan reare The cruell wound enraged him so sore, 325 Out of the sea faire Titans deawy face, That loud he yelled for exceeding paine; Up rose the gentle virgin from her place, As hundred ramping lions seemd to rore, And looked all about, if she might spy Whom ravenous hunger did thereto conHer loved knight to move his manly pace: straine: For she had great doubt of his safety, 296 Then gan he tosse aloft his stretched Since late she saw him fall before his
And therewith scourge the buxome4 aire
That to his force to yielden it was faine; At last she saw where he upstarted brave Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay: Ne ought his sturdy strokes might stand
afore, As eagle, fresh out of the ocean wave, 300 Where he hath lefte his plumes all hory | That high trees overthrew, and rocks in
peeces tore. gray, And deckt himselfe with fethers youthly gay,
XXXVIII Like eyas hauke up mounts unto the
The same advauncing high above his skies, His newly-budded pineons to assay, With sharpe intended sting so rude him And marveiles at himselfe stil as he flies:
335 So new this new-borne knight to battell That to the earth him drove, as stricken new did rise.
Ne living wight would have him life beXXXV
hott: Whom when the damned feend so fresh The mortall sting his angry needle shott
Quite through his shield, and in his No wonder if he wondred at the sight,
shoulder seasd, And doubted whether his late enimy
Where fast it stucke, ne would thereout be It were, or other new supplied knight. 310 gott:
340 He now, to prove his late-renewed might, The griefe thereof him wondrous sore High brandishing his bright deaw-burning diseasd, blade,
Ne might his rancling paine with patience Upon his crested scalp so sore did smite, be appeasd. That to the scull a yawning wound it made:
XXXIX The deadly dint his dulled sences all dis
But yet, more mindfull of his honour maid.
Then of the grievous smart which him did I wote not whether the revenging steele wring, Were hardned with that holy water dew From loathed soile he can him lightly Wherein he fell, or sharper edge did feele, reare,
345 Or his baptized hands now greater grew, And strove to loose the far infixed sting: Or other secret vertue did ensew; 320 Which when in vaine he tryde with strugEls never could the force of fleshly arme, geling, Ne molten mettall, in his blood embrew;2
S outstretched. 1 know.
2 stain itself.
3 moment. 6 smote.
Inflam'd with wrath, his raging blade he
hefte, And strooke so strongly, that the knotty Whenas no strength nor stroks motes
The other foote, fast fixed on his shield, string
him constraine Of his huge taile he quite a sonder clefte;
To loose, ne yet the warlike pledge to Five joints thereof he hewd, and but the
yield, stump him lefte.
That nought so wondrous puissaunce Hart cannot thinke what outrage and might sustaine: what cries,
Upon the joint the lucky steele did light, With fowle enfouldred? smoake and flash And made such way that hewd it quite ing fire,
385 The hell-bred beast threw forth unto the The paw yett missed not his minishto skies,
354 might, That all was covered with darknesse dire: But hong still on the shield, as it at first Then, fraught with rancour and en was pight.10 gorged yre,
XLIV He cast at once him to avenge for all,
For griefe thereof and divelish despight,11 And, gathering up himselfe out of the mire
From his infernall fournace forth he With his uneven wings, did fiercely fall
threw Upon his sunne-bright shield, and grypt it Huge flames, that dimmed all the hevens fast withall.
390 Enrold in duskish smoke and brimstone
blew; Much was the man encombred with his hold,
As burning Aetna from his boyling stew12 In feare to lose his weapon in his paw,
Doth belch out flames, and rockes in Ne wist5 yett how his talaunts@ to un
peeces broke, fold;
And ragged ribs of mountaines molten
395 To reave by strength the griped gage
That al the land with stench, and heven
with horror choke. away: Thrise he assayd it from his foote to draw, And thrise in vaine to draw it did assay; It booted nought to thinke to robbe him The heate whereof, and harmefull pes
So sore him noyd,13 that forst him to re
tire Tho, when he saw no power might pre
A little backeward for his best defence, vaile,
To save his body from the scorching His trusty sword he cald to his last aid,
fire, Wherewith he fiersly did his foe assaile, which he from hellish entrailes did ex
400 And double blowes about him stoutly laid,
pire. That glauncing fire out of the yron plaid, It chaunst, (Eternall God that chaunce As sparkles from the andvile use to fly, 375
did guide) When heavy hammers on the wedge are
As he recoiled backeward, in the mire swaid;
His nigh foreweried14 feeble feet did slide, Therewith at last he forst him to unty
And downe he fell, with dread of shame One of his grasping feete, him to defend
10 placed. 1 raised. 2 black as a thunderbolt. planned.
of his pray.
12 hot room.
By this the drouping day-light gan to fade, There grew a goodly tree him faire beside, And yield his rowme to sad succeeding Loaden with fruit and apples rosy redd,
night, As they in pure vermilion had been dide, The face of earth, and wayes of living
Who with her sable mantle gan to shade Whereof great vertues over all were redd 2
440 For happy life to all which thereon fedd,410 And high her burning torch set up in
heaven bright. And life eke everlasting did befall: Great God it planted in that blessed
stedd With his Almighty hand, and did it call When gentle Una saw the second fall The Tree of Life, the crime of our first Of her deare knight, who, weary of long fathers fall.
And faint through losse of blood, moov'd XLVII
not at all, In all the world like was not to be fownd, But lay, as in a dreame of deepe delight, 445 Save in that soile, where all good things Besmeard with pretious balme, whose
vertuous might And freely sprong out of the fruitfull Did heale his woundes, and scorching grownd,
heat alay, As incorrupted Nature did them sow,
Againe she stricken was with sore affright, Till that dredd dragon all did overthrow. And for his safetie gan devoutly pray, Another like faire tree eke grew thereby,420 And watch the noyous night, and wait Whereof whoso did eat, eftsoones did know for joyous day. Both good and ill: O mournfull memory! That tree through one mans fault hath
LI doenus all to dy.
The joyous day gan early to appeare;
And fayre Aurora from the deawy bed XLVIII
Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare From that first tree forth flowd, as from with rosy cheekes, for shame as blushing a well,
red: A trickling streame of balme, most so- Her golden locks for hast were loosely veraine
455 And dainty deare, which on the ground About her eares, when Una her did marke still fell,
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers And overflowed all the fertile plaine,
spred, As it had deawed bene with timely raine: From heven high to chace the chearelesse Life and long health that gracious oint- darke; ment gave,
With mery note her lowd salutes the And deadly wounds could heale, and
mounting larke. reare againe
430 The sencelesse corse appointed for the
grave. Into that same he fell, which did from
Then freshly up arose the doughty death him save.
460 All healed of his hurts and woundes wide, And did himselfe to battaile ready dight;8
Whose early foe awaiting him beside For nigh thereto the ever damned beast To have devourd, so soone as day he spyde, Durst not approch, for he was deadly When now he saw himselfe so freshly made,
465 And al that life preserved did detest; 435 As if late fight had nought him damniYet he it oft adventur'd to invade.
fyde, everywbere. ? told. place.
grievous. 8 make ready.
He woxe dismaid, and gan his fate to She saw not stirre, off-shaking vaine affeare;
fright Nathlesse with wonted rage he him ad- She nigher drew, and saw that joyous vaunced neare.
end: Then God she praysd, and thankt her
That had atchievde so great a conquest And in his first encounter, gaping wyde,
by his might.
495 He thought attonce? him to have swallowd quight,
470 And rusht upon him with outragious
PROTHALAMION pryde; Who him rencountring fierce, as hauke in
Calme was the day, and through the tremflight,
bling ayre Perforce rebutted backe.
Sweete breathing Zephyrus did softly bright,
play, Taking advantage of his open jaw,
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Ran through his mouth with so impor- Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster tune might,
475 fayre: That deepe emperst* his darksom hollow
When I, whom sullein care,
Through discontent of my long fruitlesse And, back retyrd, his life blood forth with
stay all did draw.
In princes court, and expectation vayne
Like empty shaddowes, did aflict my So downe he fell, and forth his life did
Walkt forth to ease my payne breath, That vanisht into smoke and cloudes Along the shoare of silver streaming swift;
Themmes; So downe he fell, that th' earth him under- | Whose ruttys bancke, the which his river
480 Did grone, as feeble so great load to
Was paynted all with variable flowers, lift;
And all the meades adornd with daintie So downe he fell, as an huge rocky clift,
gemmes, Whose false foundacion waves have washt
Fit to decke maydens bowres,
15 And crowne their paramours, away, With dreadfull poyseo is from the mayne- | Against the brydale day, which is not land rift,
long:9 And, rolling downe, great Neptune doth
Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I dismay;
end my song.
485 So downe he fell, and like an heaped There, in a meadow, by the rivers side, mountaine lay.
A flocke of nymphes I chaunced to espy, 20
With goodly greenish locks all loose unThe knight him selfe even trembled at tyde, his fall,
As each had bene a bryde: So huge and horrible a masse it seemd; And each one had a little wicker basket, And his deare Lady, that beheld it all, Made of fine twigs entrayled curiously, 25 Durst not approch for dread which she In which they gathered flowers to fill their misdeemd;
flasket; But yet at last, whenas the direfull feend And with fine fingers cropt full feateously10
The tender stalkes on hye. * pierced
? at once.
Of every sort, which in that meadow grew, Them heavenly borne, or to be that same They gathered some; the violet pallid payre blew,
30 Which through the skie draw Venus silver The little dazie, that at evening closes,
teeme; The virgin lillie, and the primrose trew, For sure they did not seeme With store of vermeil roses,
To be begot of any earthly seede,
65 To decke their bridegromes posies But rather angels or of angels breede: Against the brydale day, which was not Yet were they bred of Somers-heat, they long:
35 say, Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I In sweetest season, when each flower and end my song.
The earth did fresh aray; With that I saw two swannes of goodly So fresh they seem'd as day,
Even as their brydale day, which was not Come softly swimming downe along the long: lee:1
Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end Two fairer birds I yet did never see:
my song. The snow which doth the top of Pindus strew
40 Then forth they all out of their baskets Did never whiter shew,
drew Nor Jove himselfe, when he a swan would Great store of flowers, the honour of the be
field, For love of Leda, whiter did appear: That to the sense did fragrant odours Yet Leda was, they say, as white as he,
75 Yet not so white as these, nor nothing All which upon those goodly birds they neare:
threw, So purely white they were,
And all the waves did strew, That even the gentle streame, the which | That like old Peneus waters they did them bare,
seeme, Seem'd foule to them, and bad his bil- When downe along by pleasant Tempes
shore, To wet their silken feathers, least they Scattred with flowres, through Thessaly might
80 Soyle their fayre plumes with water not so That they appeare, through lillies plenfayre,
teous store, And marre their beauties bright,
Like a brydes chamber flore. That shone as heavens light,
Two of those nymphes, meane while, two Against their brydale day, which was not garlands bound long:
Of freshest flowres which in that mead Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I they found, end my song.
The which presenting all in trim array, 85
Their snowie foreheads therewithall they Eftsoones the nymphes, which now had crownd, flowers their fill,
Whil'st one did sing this lay, Ran all in haste to see that silver brood, Prepar'd against that day, As they came floating on the christal flood; Against their brydale day, which was not Whom when they sawe, they stood amazed long: still,
Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end Their wondring eyes to fill.
my song Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fayre,
“Ye gentle birdes, the worlds faire ornaOf fowles so lovely, that they sure did ment, deeme
And heavens glorie, whom this happie