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Whereas the damned ghosts in torments | He all his peeres in beauty did surpas, fry,

But ladies love, as losse of time, forbore: And with sharp shrilling shriekes doe boot His wanton stepdame loved him the more; lesse cry,

But when she saw her offred sweets reCursing high Jove, the which them thither

fusd, sent.

Her love she turnd to hate, and him before The house of endlesse paine is built thereby, His father fierce of treason false accusd, In which ten thousand sorts of punishment And with her gealous termes his open eares The cursed creatures doe eternally torment.

abusd. XXXIV

XXXVIII Before the threshold dreadfull Cerberus Who, all in rage, his sea-god syre besought, His three deformed heads did lay along, Some cursed vengeaunce on his sonne to Curled with thousand adders venemous,

cast: And lilled forth his bloody flaming tong: From surging gulf two monsters streight At them he gan to reare his bristles strong,

were brought, And felly gnarre, untill Dayes enemy With dread whereof his chacing steedes Did him appease; then downe his taile he


Both charett swifte and huntsman overcast. And suffered them to passen quietly: His goodly corps, on ragged cliffs yrent, For she in hell and heaven had power Was quite dismembred, and his members equally.


Scattered on every mountaine as he went, XXXV

That of Hippolytus was lefte no moniment. There was Ixion turned on a wheele, For daring tempt the queene of heaven to

XXXIX sin;

His cruell stepdame, seeing what was donne, And Sisyphus an huge round stone did reele Her wicked daies with wretched knife did Against an hill, ne might from labour lin;

end, There thristy Tantalus hong by the chin; | In death avowing th' innocence of her sonne. And Tityus fed a vultur on his maw; Which hearing, his rash syre began to rend Typbæus joynts were stretched on a gin; | His heare, and hasty tong, that did offend: Theseus condemned to endlesse slouth by Tho, gathering up the relicks of his smart, law;

By Dianes meanes, who was Hippolyts frend, And fifty sisters water in leke vessels draw. Them brought to Aesculape, that by his art

Did heale them all agajne, and joyned every XXXVI

part. They all, beholding worldly wights in place,

XL Leave off their worke, unmindfull of their smart,

Such wondrous science in mans witt to rain To gaze on them; who forth by them doe When Jove avizd, that could the dead repace,

vive, Till they be come unto the furthest part: And fates expired could renew again, Where was a cave ywrought by wondrous Of endlesse life he might him not deprive, art,

But unto hell did thrust him downe alive, Deepe, darke, uneasy, dolefull, comfort With flashing thunderbolt ywounded sore: lesse,

Where long remaining, he did alwaies strive In which sad Aesculapius far apart

Him selfe with salves to health for to restore, Emprisond was in chaines remedilesse, And slake the heavenly fire, that raged For that Hippolytus rent corse he did re

evermore. dresse.


Hippolytus a jolly huntsman was,
That wont in charett chace the foming bore;

There auncient Night arriving, did alight
From her nigh weary wayne, and in her




To Æsculapius brought the wounded knight: And backe retourning, tooke her wonted Whome having softly disaraid of armes,

way Tho gan to him discover all his harmes, To ronne her timely race, whilst Phoebus Beseeching him with prayer, and with

pure praise,

In westerne waves his weary wagon did If either salves, or oyles, or herbes, or charmes

XLV A fordonne wight from dore of death mote raise,

The false Duessa, leaving noyous Night, He would at her request prolong her Returnd to stately pallace of Dame Pryde; nephews daies.

Where when she came, she found the Faery

knight XLII

Departed thence, albee his woundes wyde, • Ah! dame,' quoth he, thou temptest me Not throughly heald, unready were to ryde. in vaine

Good cause he had to hasten thence away; To dare the thing, which daily yet I rew, | For on a day his wary dwarfe had spyde And the old cause of my continued paine | Where, in a dungeon deepe, huge nombers With like attempt to like end to renew.

lay Is not enough, that, thrust from heaven Of caytive wretched thralls, that wayled dew,

night and day: Here endlesse penaunce for one fault I pay, But that redoubled crime with vengeaunce


A ruefull sight as could be seene with eie: Thcu biddest me to eеke ? Can Night de Of whom he learned had in secret wise fray

The hidden cause of their captivitie; The wrath of thundring Jove, that rules How mortgaging their lives to Covetise, both Night and Day?'

Through wastfull pride and wanton riotise,
They were by law of that proud tyran-

nesse, Not so,' quoth she;. but sith that heavens Provokt with Wrath, and Envyes false surking

mise, From hope of heaven hath thee excluded Condemned to that dongeon mercilesse, quight,

Where they should live in wo, and dye in Why fearest thou, that canst not hope for

wretchednesse. thing, And fearest not that more thee hurten

XLVII might,

There was that great proud king of BabyNow in the powre of everlasting Night?

lon, Goe to then, O thou far renowmed sonne That would compell all nations to adore, Of great Apollo, shew thy famous might And him as onely God to call upon, In medicine, that els hath to thee wonne Till, through celestiall doome thrown out Great pains, and greater praise, both never

of dore,
to be donne.'

Into an oxe he was transformd of yore:
There also was King Cresus, that enhaunst

His hart too high through his great richesse Her words prevaild: and then the learned

store; leach

And proud Antiochus, the which advaunst His cunning hand gan to his wounds to lay, His cursed hand gainst God, and on his And all things els, the which his art did

altares daunst. teach: Which having seene, from thence arose


And, them long time before, great Nimrod The mother of dredd darkenesse, and let

was, stay

That first the world with sword and fire Aveugles sonne there in the leaches cure,




ce arose


And after him old Ninus far did pas

LII In princely pomp, of all the world obayd; Whose case whenas the carefull dwarfe had There also was that mightie monarch layd

tould, Low under all, yet above all in pride, And made ensample of their mournfull That name of native syre did fowle up

sight brayd,

Unto his maister, he no lenger would And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide, There dwell in perill of like painefull plight, Till, scornd of God and man, a shamefull But earely rose, and ere that dawning light death he dide.

Discovered had the world to heaven wyde,

He by a privy posterne tooke his flight, XLIX

That of no envious eyes he mote be spyde: All these together in one heape were For doubtlesse death ensewed, if any him throwne,

descryde. Like carkases of beastes in butchers stall. And, in another corner, wide were strowne

LIII The antique ruins of the Romanes fall: Scarse could he footing find in that fowle Great Romulus, the grandsyre of them


For many corses, like a great lay-stall, Proud Tarquin, and too lordly Lentulus, Of murdred men, which therein strowed Stout Scipio, and stubborne Hanniball,

lay, Ambitious Sylla, and sterne Marius,

Without remorse or decent funerall: High Caesar, great Pompey, and fiers An Which al through that great princesse pride tonius.

did fall And came to shamefull end. And them

besyde, Amongst these mightie men were wemen Forth ryding underneath the castell wall, mixt,

A donghill of dead carcases he spyde, Proud wemen, vaine, forgetfull of their The dreadfull spectacle of that sad House yoke:

of Pryde. The boid Semiramis, whose sides, transfixt With sonnes own blade, her fowle reproches

CANTO VI spoke; Fayre Sthenobæa, that her selfe did choke

From lawlesse lust by wondrous grace

Fayre Una is releast : With wilfull chord, for wanting of her

Whom salvage nation does adore, will;

And learnes her wise beheast.
High minded Cleopatra, that with stroke
Of aspes sting her selfe did stoutly kill:
And thousands moe the like, that did that | As when a ship, that flyes fayre under sayle,
dongeon fill.

An hidden rocke escaped hath unwares,
That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile,

The marriner, yet halfe amazed, stares Besides the endlesse routes of wretched At perill past, and yet in doubt ne dares thralles,

To joy at his foolhappie oversight: Which thether were assembled day by day, So doubly is distrest twixt joy and cares From all the world, after their wofull falles The dreadlesse corage of this Elfin knight, Through wicked pride and wasted welthes Having escapt so sad ensamples in his sight.

decay. But most, of all which in that dongeon lay, Fell from high princes courtes, or ladies | Yet sad he was, that his too hastie speed bowres,

The fayre Duess' had forst him leave beWhere they in ydle pomp, or wanton play, Consumed bad their goods, and thriftlesse And yet more sad, that Una, his deare dreed, howres,

Her truth had staynd with treason so unAnd lastly thrown themselves into these kind: heavy stowres.

| Yet cryme in her could never creature find,






But for his love, and for her own selfe sake, | The last vaine helpe of wemens great disShe wandred had from one to other Ynd,

tresse, Him for to seeke, ne ever would forsake, And with loud plaintes importuneth the Till her unwares the fiers Sansloy did over

skyes; take.

That molten starres doe drop like weeping


And Phæbus, flying so most shamefull sight, Who, after Archimagoes fowle defeat, His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes, Led her away into a forest wilde,

And hydes for shame. What witt of mortall And turning wrathfull fyre to lustfull heat,

wight With beastly sin thought her to have de Can now devise to quitt a thrall from such filde,

a plight? And made the vassall of his pleasures vilde. Yet first he cast by treatie, and by traynes,

VII Her to persuade that stubborne fort to yilde: | Eternall Providence, exceeding thought, For greater conquest of hard love he gaynes, Where none appeares can make her selfe a That workes it to his will, then he that it


A wondrous way it for this lady wrought,
From lyons clawes to pluck the gryped

pray. With fawning wordes he courted her a Her shrill outcryes and shrieks so loud did while,

bray, And, looking lovely and oft sighing sore, That all the woodes and forestes did reHer constant hart did tempt with diverse

Sownd; guile:

A troupe of Faunes and Satyres far a way But wordes, and lookes, and sighes she Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd, did abhore,

Whiles old Sylvanus slept in shady arber As rock of diamond stedfast evermore.

sownd. Yet for to feed his fyrie lustfull eye, He snatcht the vele that hong her face be

VIII fore:

Who, when they heard that pitteous strained Then gan her beautie shyne as brightest voice, skye,

In haste forsooke their rurall meriment, And burnt his beastly hart t'efforce her And ran towardes the far rebownded noyce, chastitye.

To weet what wight so loudly did lament.
Unto the place they come incontinent:

Whom when the raging Sarazin espyde,
So when he saw his flatt'ring artes to fayle, A rude, mishapen, monstrous rablement,
And subtile engines bett from batteree, Whose like he never saw, he durst not byde,
With greedy force he gan the fort assayle, But got his ready steed, and fast away gan
Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee,

ryde. And win rich spoile of ransackt chastitee. Ah! heavens, that doe this hideous act behold,

The wyld woodgods, arrived in the place, And heavenly virgin thus outraged see, There find the virgin doolfull desolate, How can ye vengeance just so long with With ruffled rayments, and fayre blubbred hold,

face, And hurle not flashing flames upon that | As her outrageous foe had left her late, Paynim bold ?

And trembling yet through feare of former

hate. VI

All stand amazed at so uncouth sight, The pitteous mayden, carefull comfort And gin to pittie her unhappie state; lesse,

All stand astonied at her beautie bright, Does throw out thrilling shriekes, and In their rude eyes unworthy of so wofull shrieking cryes,



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Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme; She, more amazd, in double dread doth And, with greene braunches strowing all dwell;

the ground, And every tender part for feare does shake: | Do worship her as queene with olive girAs when a greedy wolfe, through honger lond cround.

fell, A seely lamb far from the flock does take,

XIV Of whom he meanes his bloody feast to And all the way their merry pipes they

make, Å lyon spyes fast running towards him,

That all the woods with doubled eccho ring, The innocent pray in hast he does forsake, And with their horned feet doe weare the Which, quitt from death, yet quakes in

ground, every lim

Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring. With chaunge of feare, to see the lyon So towards old Sylvanus they her bring; looke so grim.

Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out

To weet the cause, his weake steps governXI

ing . Such fearefull fitt assaid her trembling bart, And aged limbs on cypresse stadle stout; Ne word to speake, ne joynt to move, she | And with an yvie twyne his waste is girt had:

about. The salvage nation feele her secret smart, And read her sorrow in her count'nance sad:

XV Their frowning forheades, with rough hornes Far off he wonders what them makes so yclad,

glad, And rustick horror, all a syde doe lay, Or Bacchus merry fruit they did invent, And, gently grenning, shew a semblance Or Cybeles franticke rites have made them glad

mad. To comfort her, and, feare to put away, They, drawing nigh, unto their god present Their backward bent knees teach her hum That flowre of fayth and beautie excellent: bly to obay.

The god himselfe, vewing that mirrhour

rare, XII

Stood long amazd, and burnt in his intent: The doubtfull damzell dare not yet com His owne fayre Dryope now he thinkes not

faire, Her single person to their barbarous truth, And Pholoe fowle, when her to this he doth But still twixt feare and hope amazd does

compaire. sitt, Late learnd what harme to hasty trust en

XVI suoth:

The woodborne people fall before her flat, They, in compassion of her tender youth, And worship her as goddesse of the wood; And wonder of her beautie soverayne, And old Sylvanus selfe bethinkes not, what Are wonne with pitty and unwonted ruth, To thinke of wight so fayre, but gazing And all prostrate upon the lowly playne,

stood, Doe kisse her feete, and fawne on her with In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly count’nance fayne.

brood: Sometimes Dame Venus selfe be seemes to

see, Their harts she ghesseth by their humble But Venus never had so sober mood; guise,

Sometimes Diana he her takes to be, And yieldes her to extremitie of time; But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins So from the ground she fearelesse doth arise, to her knee. And walketh forth without suspect of crime: They all as glad as birdes of joyous pryme, Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing By vew of her he ginneth to revive round,

| His ancient love, and dearest Cyparisse;




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