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  Captiu’d eternally in yron mewes,

  And darksom dens, where Titan his face neuer shewes.

  28 There Atin found Cymochles soiourning,

  To serue his Lemans loue: for he by kind,

  Was giuen all to lust and loose liuing,

  When euer his fiers hands he free mote find:

  And now he has pourd out his idle mind

  In daintie delices, and lauish ioyes,

  Hauing his warlike weapons cast behind,

  And flowes in pleasures, and vaine pleasing toyes,

  Mingled emongst loose Ladies and lasciuious boyes.

  29 And ouer him, art striuing to compaire

  With nature, did an Arber greene dispred,

  Framed of wanton Yuie, flouring faire,

  Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spred

  His pricking armes, entrayld with roses red,

  Which daintie odours round about them threw,

  And all within with flowres was garnished,

  That when myld Zephyrus emongst them blew,

  Did breath out bounteous smels, & painted colors shew.

  30 And fast beside, there trickled softly downe

  A gentle streame, whose murmuring waue did play

  Emongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,

  To lull him soft a sleepe, that by it lay;

  The wearie Traueiler, wandring that way,

  Therein did often quench his thristy heat,

  And then by it his wearie limbes display,

  Whiles creeping slomber made him to forget

  His former paine, and wypt away his toylsom sweat.

  31 And on the other side a pleasaunt groue

  Was shot vp high, full of the stately tree,

  That dedicated is t’Olympicke loue,

  And to his sonne Alcides, whenas hee

  Gaynd in Nemea goodly victoree;

  Therein the mery birds of euery sort

  Chaunted alowd their chearefull harmonie:

  And made emongst them selues a sweet consort,

  That quickned the dull spright with musicall comfort.

  32 There he him found all carelesly displayd,

  In secret shadow from the sunny ray,

  On a sweet bed of lillies softly layd,

  Amidst a flocke of Damzels fresh and gay,

  That round about him dissolute did play

  Their wanton follies, and light meriment;

  Euery of which did loosely disaray

  Her vpperparts of meet habiliments,

  And shewd them naked, deckt with many ornaments.

  33 And euery of them stroue, with most delights,

  Him to aggrate, and greatest pleasures shew;

  Some framd faire lookes, glancing like euening lights

  Others sweet words, dropping like honny dew;

  Some bathed kisses, and did soft embrew

  The sugred licour through his melting lips:

  One boastes her beautie, and does yeeld to vew

  Her daintie limbes aboue her tender hips;

  Another her out boastes, and all for tryall strips.

  34 He, like an Adder, lurking in the weeds,

  His wandring thought in deepe desire does steepe,

  And his fraile eye with spoyle of beautie feedes;

  Sometimes he falsely faines himselfe to sleepe,

  Whiles through their lids his wanton eies do peepe

  To steale a snatch of amorous conceipt,

  Whereby close fire into his heart does creepe:

  So, he them deceiues, deceiu’d in his deceipt,

  Made drunke with drugs of deare voluptuous receipt.

  35 Atin arriuing there, when him he spide,

  Thus in still waues of deepe delight to wade,

  Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cride,

  Cymochles; oh no, but Cymochles shade,

  In which that manly person late did fade,

  What is become of great Acrates sonne?

  Or where hath he hong vp his mortall blade,

  That hath so many haughtie conquests wonne?

  Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory donne?

  36 Then pricking him with his sharpe-pointed dart,

  He said; vp, vp, thou womanish weake knight,

  That here in Ladies lap entombed art,

  Vnmindfull of thy praise and prowest might,

  And weetlesse eke of lately wrought despight,

  Whiles sad Pyrochles lies on senselesse ground,

  And groneth out his vtmost grudging spright,

  Through many a stroke, & many a streaming wound,

  Calling thy helpe in vaine, that here in ioyes art dround.

  37 Suddeinly out of his delightfull dreame

  The man awoke, and would haue questiond more;

  But he would not endure that wofull theame

  For to dilate at large, but vrged sore

  With percing words, and pittifull implore,

  Him hastie to arise. As one affright

  With hellish feends, or Furies mad vprore,

  He then vprose, inflam’d with fell despight,

  And called for his armes; for he would algates fight.

  38 They bene ybrought; he quickly does him dight,

  And lightly mounted, passeth on his way,

  Ne Ladies loues, ne sweete entreaties might

  Appease his heat, or hastie passage stay;

  For he has vowd, to beene aueng’d that day,

  (That day it selfe him seemed all too long:)

  On him, that did Pyrochles deare dismay:

  So proudly pricketh on his courser strong,

  And Atin aie him pricks with spurs of shame & wrong.

  CANTO VI

  Guyon is of immodest Merth,

  led into loose desire,

  Fights with Cymochles, whiles his brother

  burnes injurious fire.

  1 A harder lesson, to learne Continence

  In ioyous pleasure, then in grieuous paine:

  For sweetnesse doth allure the weaker sence

  So strongly, that vneathes it can refraine

  From that, which feeble nature couets faine;

  But griefe and wrath, that be her enemies,

  And foes of life, she better can restraine;

  Yet vertue vauntes in both their victories,

  And Guyon in them all shewes goodly maisteries.

  2 Whom bold Cymochles trauelling to find,

  With cruell purpose bent to wreake on him

  The wrath, which Atin kindled in his mind,

  Came to a riuer, by whose vtmost brim

  Wayting to passe, he saw whereas did swim

  A long the shore, as swift as glaunce of eye,

  A litle Gondelay, bedecked trim

  With boughes and arbours wouen cunningly,

  That like a litle forrest seemed outwardly.

  3 And therein sate a Ladie fresh and faire,

  Making sweet solace to her selfe alone;

  Sometimes she sung, as loud as larke in aire,

  Sometimes she laught, that nigh her breth was gone,

  Yet was there not with her else any one,

  That might to her moue cause of meriment:

  Matter of merth enough, though there were none

  She could deuise, and thousand waies inuent,

  To feede her foolish humour, and vaine iolliment.

  4 Which when farre off Cymochles heard, and saw,

  He loudly cald to such, as were a bord,

  The little barke vnto the shore to draw,

  And him to ferrie ouer that deepe ford:

  The merry marriner vnto his word

  Soone hearkned, and her painted bote streightway

  Turnd to the shore, where that same warlike Lord

  She in receiu’d; but Atin by no way

  She would admit, albe the knight her much did pray.

  5 Eftsoones her shallow ship away did slide,

  More swift, then swallow sheres the liquid sk
ie,

  Withouten oare or Pilot it to guide,

  Or winged canuas with the wind to flie,

  Only she turn’d a pin, and by and by

  It cut away vpon the yielding waue,

  Ne cared she her course for to apply:

  For it was taught the way, which she would haue,

  And both from rocks and flats it selfe could wisely saue.

  6 And all the way, the wanton Damzell found

  New merth, her passenger to entertaine:

  For she in pleasant purpose did abound,

  And greatly ioyed merry tales to faine,

  Of which a store-house did with her remaine,

  Yet seemed, nothing well they her became;

  For all her words she drownd with laughter vaine,

  And wanted grace in vtt’ring of the same,

  That turned all her pleasance to a scoffing game.

  7 And other whiles vaine toyes she would deuize,

  As her fautasticke wit did most delight,

  Sometimes her head she fondly would aguize

  With gaudie girlonds, or fresh flowrets dight

  About her necke, or rings of rushes plight;

  Sometimes to doe him laugh, she would assay

  To laugh at shaking of the leaues light,

  Or to behold the water worke, and play

  About her litle frigot, therein making way.

  8 Her light behauiour, and loose dalliaunce

  Gaue wondrous great contentment to the knight,

  That of his way he had no souenaunce,

  Nor care of vow’d reuenge, and cruell fight,

  But to weake wench did yeeld his martiall might.

  So easie was to quench his flamed mind

  With one sweet drop of sensuall delight,

  So easie is, t’appease the stormie wind

  Of malice in the calme of pleasant womankind.

  9 Diuerse discourses in their way they spent,

  Mongst which Cymochles of her questioned,

  Both what she was, and what that vsage ment,

  Which in her cot she daily practised.

  Vaine man (said she) that wouldest be reckoned

  A straunger in thy home, and ignoraunt

  Of Phœdria (for so my name is red)

  Of Phœdria, thine owne fellow seruaunt;

  For thou to serue Acrasia thy selfe doest vaunt.

  10 In this wide Inland sea, that hight by name

  The Idle lake, my wandring ship I row,

  That knowes her port, and thither sailes by ayme,

  Ne care, ne feare I, how the wind do blow,

  Or whether swift I wend, or whether slow:

  Both slow and swift a like do serue my tourne,

  Ne swelling Neptune, ne loud thundring Ioue

  Can chaunge my cheare, or make me euer mourne;

  My litle boat can safely passe this perilous bourne.

  11 Whiles thus she talked, and whiles thus she toyd,

  They were farre past the passage, which he spake,

  And come vnto an Island, waste and voyd,

  That rioted in the midst of that great lake,

  There her small Gondelay her port did make,

  And that gay paire issuing on the shore

  Disburdned her. Their way they forward take

  Into the land, that lay them faire before,

  Whose pleasaunce she him shew’d, and plentifull great store.

  12 It was a chosen plot of fertile land,

  Emongst wide waues set, like a like nest,

  As if it had by Natures cunning hand,

  Bene choisely picked out from all the rest,

  And laid forth for ensample of the best:

  No daintie flowre or herbe, that growes on ground,

  No arboret with painted blossomes drest,

  And smelling sweet, but there it might be found

  To bud out faire, and her sweet smels throw all around.

  13 No tree, whose braunches did not brauely spring;

  No braunch, whereon a fine bird did not sit:

  No bird, but did her shrill notes sweedy sing;

  No song but did containe a louely dit:

  Trees, braunches, birds, and songs were framed fit,

  For to allure fraile mind to carelesse ease.

  Carelesse the man soone woxe, and his weake wit

  Was ouercome of thing, that did him please;

  So pleased, did his wrathfull purpose faire appease.

  14 Thus when she had his eyes and senses fed

  With false delights, and fild with pleasures vaine,

  Into a shadie dale she soft him led,

  And laid him downe vpon a grassie plaine;

  And her sweet selfe without dread, or disdaine,

  She set beside, laying his head disarm’d

  In her loose lap, it sofdy to sustaine,

  Where soone he slumbred, fearing not be harm’d,

  The whiles with a loud lay she thus him sweedy charm’d.

  15 Behold, ô man, that toilesome paines doest take

  The flowres, the fields, and all that pleasant growes,

  How they themselues doe thine ensample make,

  Whiles nothing enuious nature them forth throwes

  Out of her fruitfull lap; how, no man knowes,

  They spring, they bud, they blossome fresh and faire,

  And deck the world with their rich pompous showes;

  Yet no man for them taketh paines or care,

  Yet no man to them can bis carefull paines compare.

  16 The lilly, Ladie of the flowring field,

  The Flowre-deluce, her louely Paramoure,

  Bid thee to them thy fruitlesse labours yield,

  And soone leaue off this toylesome wearie stoure;

  Loe loe how braue she decks her bounteous boure,

  With silken curtens and gold couerlets,

  Therein to shrowd her sumptuous Belamoure,

  Yet neither spinnes nor cardes, ne cares nor freto,

  But to her mother Nature all her care she lets.

  17 Why then dost thou, ô man, that of them all

  Art Lord, and eke of nature Soueraine,

  Wilfully make thy selfe a wretched thrall,

  And wast thy ioyous houres in needlesse paine,

  Seeking for daunger and aduentures vaine?

  What bootes it all to haue, and nothing vse?

  Who shall him rew, that swimming in the maine,

  Will die for thirst, and water doth refuse?

  Refuse such fruitlesse toile, and present pleasures chuse.

  18 By this she had him lulled fast a sleepe,

  That of no worldly thing he care did take;

  Then she with liquors strong his eyes did steepe,

  That nothing should him hastily awake:

  So she him left, and did her selfe betake

  Vnto her boat againe, with which she cleft

  The slouthfull waue of that great griesly lake;

  Soone she that Island farre behind her left,

  And now is come to that same place, where first she weft.

  19 By this time was the worthy Guyon brought

  Vnto the other side of that wide strond,

  Where she was rowing, and for passage sought:

  Him needed not long call, she soone to hond

  Her ferry brought, where him she byding fond,

  With his sad guide; himselfe she tooke a boord,

  But the Blacke Palmer suffred still to stond,

  Ne would for price, or prayers once affoord,

  To ferry that old man ouer the perlous foord.

  20 Guyon was loath to leaue his guide behind,

  Yet being entred, might not backe retyre;

  For the flit barke, obaying to her mind,

  Forth launched quickly, as she did desire,

  Ne gaue him leaue to bid that aged sire

  Adieu, but nimbly ran her wonted course

  Through the dull billowes thicke as troubled mire,
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  Whom neither wind out of their seat could forse,

  Nor timely tides did driue out of their sluggish sourse.

  21 And by the way, as was her wonted guize,

  Her merry fit she freshly gan to reare,

  And did of ioy and iollitie deuize,

  Her selfe to cherish, and her guest to cheare:

  The knight was courteous, and did not forbeare

  Her honest merth and pleasaunce to partake;

  But when he saw her toy, and gibe, and geare,

  And passe the bonds of modest merimake,

  Her dalliance he despisd, and follies did forsake.

  22 Yet she still followed her former stile,

  And said, and did all that mote him delight,

  Till they arriued in that pleasant Ile,

  Where sleeping late she left her other knight.

  But when as Guyon of that land had sight,

  He wist himselfe amisse, and angry said;

  Ah Dame, perdie ye haue not doen me right,

  Thus to mislead me, whiles I you obaid:

  Me litle needed from my right way to haue straid.

  23 Faire Sir (quoth she) be not displeasd at all;

  Who fares on sea, may not commaund his way,

  Ne wind and weather at his pleasure call:

  The sea is wide, and easie for to stray;

  The wind vnstable, and doth neuer stay.

  But here a while ye may in safety rest,

  Till season serue new passage to assay;

  Better safe port, then be in seas distrest.

  Therewith she laught, and did her earnest end in iest.

  24 But he halfe discontent, mote nathelesse

  Himselfe appease, and issewd forth on shore:

  The ioyes whereof, and happie fruitfulnesse,

  Such as he saw she gan him lay before,

  And all though pleasant, yet she made much more:

  The fields did laugh, the flowres did freshly spring,

  The trees did bud, and earely blossomes bore,

  And all the quire of birds did sweetly sing,

  And told that gardins pleasures in their caroling.

  25 And she more sweet, then any bird on bough,

  Would oftentimes emongst them beare a part,

  And striue to passe (as she could well enough)

  Their natiue musicke by her skilfull art:

  So did she all, that might his constant hart

  Withdraw from thought of warlike enterprize,

  And drowne in dissolute delights apart,

  Where noyse of armes, or vew of martiall guize

  Might not reuiue desire of knightly exercize.

  26 But he was wise, and warie of her will,

  And euer held his hand vpon his hart:

  Yet would not seeme so rude, and thewed ill,

  As to despise so courteous seeming part,

  That gentle Ladie did to him impart,