The Faerie Queene

by Edmund Spenser

  41 Her Steed did stagger with that puissaunt strooke;

  But she no more was moued with that might,

  Then it had lighted on an aged Oke;

  Or on the marble Pillour, that is pight

  Vpon the top of Mount Olympus hight,

  For the braue youthly Champions to assay,

  With burning charet wheeles it nigh to smite:

  But who that smites it, mars his ioyous play,

  And is the spectacle of ruinous decay.

  42 Yet therewith sore enrag’d, with sterne regard

  Her dreadfull weapon she to him addrest,

  Which on his helmet martelled so hard,

  That made him low incline his lofty crest,

  And bowd his battred visour to his brest:

  Wherewith he was so stund, that he n’ote ryde,

  But reeled to and fro from East to West:

  Which when his cruell enimy espyde,

  She lightly vnto him adioyned side to syde;

  43 And on his collar laying puissant hand,

  Out of his wauering seat him pluckt perforse,

  Perforse him pluckt, vnable to withstand,

  Or helpe himselfe, and laying thwart her horse,

  In loathly wise like to a carion corse,

  She bore him fast away. Which when the knight,

  That her pursewed, saw with great remorse,

  He neare was touched in his noble spright,

  And gan encrease his speed, as she encreast her flight.

  44 Whom when as nigh approching she espyde,

  She threw away her burden angrily;

  For she list not the battell to abide,

  But made her selfe more light, away to fly:

  Yet her the hardy knight pursewd so nye,

  That almost in the backe he oft her strake:

  But still when him at hand she did espy,

  She turnd, and semblaunce of faire fight did make;

  But when he stayd, to flight againe she did her take.

  45 By this the good Sir Satyrane gan wake

  Out of his dreame, that did him long entraunce,

  And seeing none in place, he gan to make

  Exceeding mone, and curst that cruell chaunce,

  Which reft from him so faire a cheuisaunce:

  At length he spide, whereas that wofull Squire,

  Whom he had reskewed from captiuaunce

  Of his strong foe, lay tombled in the myre,

  Vnable to arise, or foot or hand to styre.

  46 To whom approching, well he mote perceiue

  In that foule plight a comely personage,

  And louely face, made fit for to deceiue

  Fraile Ladies hart with loues consuming rage,

  Now in the blossome of his freshest age:

  He reard him vp, and loosd his yron bands,

  And after gan inquire his parentage,

  And how he fell into that Gyaunts hands,

  And who that was, which chaced her along the lands.

  47 Then trembling yet through feare, the Squire bespake,

  That Geauntesse Argante is behight,

  A daughter of the Titans which did make

  Warre against heauen, and heaped hils on hight,

  To scale the skyes, and put Ioue from his right:

  Her sire Typhœus was, who mad through merth,

  And drunke with bloud of men, slaine by his might,

  Through incest, her of his owne mother Earth

  Whilome begot, being but halfe twin of that berth.

  48 For at that berth another Babe she bore,

  To weet the mighty Ollyphant, that wrought

  Great wreake to many errant knights of yore,

  And many hath to foule confusion brought.

  These twinnes, men say, (a thing far passing thought)

  Whiles in their mothers wombe enclosd they were,

  Ere they into the lightsome world were brought,

  In fleshly lust were mingled both yfere,

  And in that monstrous wise did to the world appere.

  49 So liu’d they euer after in like sin,

  Gainst natures law, and good behauioure:

  But greatest shame was to that maiden twin,

  Who not content so fowly to deuoure

  Her natiue flesh, and staine her brothers bowre,

  Did wallow in all other fleshly myre,

  And suffred beasts her body to deflowre:

  So whot she burned in that lustfull fyre,

  Yet all that might not slake her sensuall desyre.

  50 But ouer all the countrey she did raunge,

  To seeke young men, to quench her flaming thurst,

  And feed her fancy with delightfull chaunge:

  Whom so she fittest finds to serue her lust,

  Through her maine strength, in which she most doth trust,

  She with her brings into a secret Ile,

  Where in eternall bondage dye he must,

  Or be the vassall of her pleasures vile,

  And in all shamefull sort him selfe with her defile.

  51 Me seely wretch she so at vauntage caught,

  After she long in waite for me did lye,

  And meant vnto her prison to haue brought,

  Her lothsome pleasure there to satisfye;

  That thousand deathes me leuer were to dye,

  Then breake the vow, that to faire Columbell

  I plighted haue, and yet keepe stedfastly:

  As for my name, it mistreth not to tell;

  Call me the Squyre of Dames that me beseemeth well.

  52 But that bold knight, whom ye pursuing saw

  That Geauntesse, is not such, as she seemed,

  But a faire virgin, that in martiall law,

  And deedes of armes aboue all Dames is deemed,

  And aboue many knights is eke esteemed,

  For her great worth; She Palladine is hight:

  She you from death, you me from dread redeemed.

  Ne any may that Monster match in fight,

  But she, or such as she, that is so chaste a wight.

  53 Her well beseemes that Quest (quoth Satyrane)

  But read, thou Squyre of Dames, what vow is this,

  Which thou vpon thy selfe hast lately ta’ne?

  That shall I you recount (quoth he) ywis,

  So be ye pleasd to pardon all amis.

  That gentle Lady, whom I loue and serue,

  After long suit and weary seruicis,

  Did aske me, how I could her loue deserue,

  And how she might be sure, that I would neuer swerue.

  54 I glad by any meanes her grace to gaine,

  Bad her commaund my life to saue, or spill.

  Eftsoones she bad me, with incessaunt paine

  To wander through the world abroad at will,

  And euery where, where with my power or skill

  I might do seruice vnto gentle Dames,

  That I the same should faithfully fulfill,

  And at the twelue monethes end should bring their names

  And pledges; as the spoiles of my victorious games.

  55 So well I to faire Ladies seruice did,

  And found such fauour in their louing hartes,

  That ere the yeare his course had compassid,

  Three hundred pledges for my good desartes,

  And thrise three hundred thanks for my good partes

  I with me brought, and did to her present:

  Which when she saw, more bent to eke my smartes,

  Then to reward my trusty true intent,

  She gan for me deuise a grieuous punishment.

  56 To weet, that I my trauell should resume,

  And with like labour walke the world around,

  Ne euer to her presence should presume,

  Till I so many other Dames had found,

  The which, for all the suit I could propound,

  Would me refuse their pledges to afford,

  But did abide for euer chast and sound.r />
  Ah gentle Squire (quoth he) tell at one word,

  How many foundst thou such to put in thy record?

  57 In deed Sir knight (said he) one word may tell

  All, that I euer found so wisely stayd;

  For onely three they were disposd so well,

  And yet three yeares I now abroad haue strayd,

  To find them out. Mote I (then laughing sayd

  The knight) inquire of thee, what were those three,

  The which thy profited curtesie denayd?

  Or ill they seemed sure auizd to bee,

  Or brutishly brought vp, that neu’r did fashions see.

  58 The first which then refused me (said hee)

  Certes was but a common Courtisane,

  Yet flat refusd to haue a do with mee,

  Because I could not giue her many a Iane.

  (Thereat full hartely laughed Satyrane)

  The second was an holy Nunne to chose,

  Which would not let me be her Chappellane,

  Because she knew, she said, I would disclose

  Her counsell, if she should her trust in me repose.

  59 The third a Damzell was of low degree,

  Whom I in countrey cottage found by chaunce;

  Full little weened I, that chastitee

  Had lodging in so meane a maintenaunce,

  Yet was she faire, and in her countenaunce

  Dwelt simple truth in seemely fashion.

  Long thus I woo’d her with dew obseruance,

  In hope vnto my pleasure to haue won;

  But was as farre at last, as when I first begon.

  60 Safe her, I neuer any woman found,

  That chastity did for it selfe embrace,

  But were for other causes firme and sound;

  Either for want of handsome time and place,

  Or else for feare of shame and fowle disgrace.

  Thus am I hopelesse euer to attaine

  My Ladies loue, in such a desperate case,

  But all my dayes am like to wast in vaine,

  Seeking to match the chaste with th’vnchaste Ladies traine.

  61 Perdy, (said Satyrane) thou Squire of Dames,

  Great labour fondly hast thou hent in hand,

  To get small thankes, and therewith many blames,

  That may emongst Alcides labours stand.

  Thence backe returning to the former land,

  Where late he left the Beast, he ouercame,

  He found him not; for he had broke his band,

  And was return’d againe vnto his Dame,

  To tell what tydings of faire Florimell became.

  CANTO VIII

  The Witch creates a snowy Lady,

  like to Florimell,

  Who wrongd by Carle by Proteus sau’d,

  is sought by Paridell.

  1 So oft as I this history record,

  My hart doth melt with meere compassion,

  To thinke, how causelesse of her owne accord

  This gentle Damzell, whom I write vpon,

  Should plonged be in such affliction,

  Without all hope of comfort or reliefe,

  That sure I weene, the hardest hart of stone,

  Would hardly find to aggrauate her griefe;

  For misery craues rather mercie, then repriefe.

  2 But that accursed Hag, her hostesse late,

  Had so enranckled her malitious hart,

  That she desyrd th’abridgement of her fate,

  Or long enlargement of her painefull smart.

  Now when the Beast, which by her wicked art

  Late forth she sent, she backe returning spyde,

  Tyde with her broken girdle, it a part

  Of her rich spoyles, whom he had earst destroyd,

  She weend, and wondrous gladnesse to her hart applyde.

  3 And with it running hast’ly to her sonne,

  Thought with that sight him much to haue reliued;

  Who thereby deeming sure the thing as donne,

  His former griefe with furie fresh reuiued,

  Much more then earst, and would haue algates riued

  The hart out of his brest: for sith her ded

  He surely dempt, himselfe he thought depriued

  Quite of all hope, wherewith he long had fed

  His foolish maladie, and long time had misled.

  4 With thought whereof, exceeding mad he grew,

  And in his rage his mother would haue slaine,

  Had she not fled into a secret mew,

  Where she was wont her Sprights to entertaine

  The maisters of her art: there was she faine

  To call them all in order to her ayde,

  And them coniure vpon eternall paine,

  To counsell her so carefully dismayd,

  How she might heale her sonne, whose senses were decayd.

  5 By their aduise, and her owne wicked wit,

  She there deuiz’d a wondrous worke to frame,

  Whose like on earth was neuer framed yit,

  That euen Nature selfe enuide the same,

  And grudg’d to see the counterfet should shame

  The thing it selfe. In hand she boldly tooke

  To make another like the former Dame,

  Another Florimell, in shape and looke

  So liuely and so like, that many it mistooke.

  6 The substance, whereof she the bodie made,

  Was purest snow in massie mould congeald,

  Which she had gathered in a shadie glade

  Of the Riphœan hils, to her reueald

  By errant Sprights, but from all men conceald:

  The same she tempred with fine Mercury,

  And virgin wex, that neuer yet was seald,

  And mingled them with perfect vemily,

  That like a liuely sanguine it seem’d to the eye.

  7 In stead of eyes two burning lampes she set

  In siluer sockets, shyning like the skyes,

  And a quicke mouing Spirit did arret

  To stirre and roll them, like a womans eyes;

  In stead of yellow lockes she did deuise,

  With golden wyre to weaue her curled head;

  Yet golden wyre was not so yellow thrise

  As Florimells faire haire: and in the stead

  Of life, she put a Spright to rule the carkasse dead.

  8 A wicked Spright yfraught with fawning guile,

  And faire resemblance aboue all the rest,

  Which with the Prince of Darknesse fell somewhile,

  From heauens blisse and euerlasting rest;

  Him needed not instruct, which way were best

  Himselfe to fashion likest Florimell,

  Ne how to speake, ne how to vse his gest,

  For he in counterfeisance did excell,

  And all the wyles of wemens wits knew passing well.

  9 Him shaped thus, she deckt in garments gay,

  Which Florimell had left behind her late,

  That who so then her saw, would surely say,

  It was her selfe, whom it did imitate,

  Or fairer then her selfe, if ought algate

  Might fairer be. And then she forth her brought

  Vnto her sonne, that lay in feeble state;

  Who seeing her gan streight vpstart, and thought

  She was the Lady selfe, whom he so long had sought.

  10 Tho fast her clipping twixt his armes twaine,

  Extremely ioyed in so happie sight,

  And soone forgot bis former sickly paine;

  But she, the more to seeme such as she hight,

  Coyly rebutted his embracement light;

  Yet still with gentle countenaunce retained,

  Enough to hold a foole in vaine delight:

  Him long she so with shadowes entertained,

  As her Creatresse had in charge to her ordained.

  11 Till on a day, as he disposed was

  To walke the woods with that his Idole faire,

  Her to disport, and idle
time to pas,

  In th’open freshnesse of the gentle aire,

  A knight that way there chaunced to repaire;

  Yet knight he was not, but a boastfull swaine,

  That deedes of armes had euer in despaire,

  Proud Braggadocchio, that in vaunting vaine

  His glory did repose, and credit did maintaine.

  12 He seeing with that Chorle so faire a wight,

  Decked with many a costly ornament,

  Much merueiled thereat, as well he might,

  And thought that match a fowle disparagement:

  His bloudie speare eftsoones he boldly bent

  Against the silly clowne, who dead through feare,

  Fell streight to ground in great astonishment;

  Villein (said he) this Ladie is my deare,

  Dy, if thou it gainesay: I will away her beare.

  13 The fearefull Chorle durst not gainesay, nor dooe,

  But trembling stood, and yielded him the pray;

  Who finding litle leasure her to wooe,

  On Tromparts steed her mounted without stay,

  And without reskew led her quite away.

  Proud man himselfe then Braggadocchio deemed,

  And next to none, after that happie day,

  Being possessed of that spoyle, which seemed

  The fairest wight on ground, and most of men esteemed.

  14 But when he saw himselfe free from poursute,

  He gan make gentle purpose to his Dame,

  With termes of loue and lewdnesse dissolute;

  For he could well his glozing speaches frame

  To such vaine vses, that him best became:

  But she thereto would lend but light regard,

  As seeming sory, that she euer came

  Into his powre, that vsed her so hard,

  To reaue her honor, which she more then life prefard.

  15 Thus as they two of kindnesse treated long,

  There them by chaunce encountred on the way

  An armed knight, vpon a courser strong,

  Whose trampling feet vpon the hollow lay

  Seemed to thunder, and did nigh affray

  That Capons courage: yet he looked grim,

  And fain’d to cheare his Ladie in dismay;

  Who seem’d for feare to quake in euery lim,

  And her to saue from outrage, meekely prayed him.

  16 Fiercely that stranger forward came, and nigh

  Approching, with bold words and bitter threat,

  Bad that same boaster, as he mote, on high

  To leaue to him that Lady for excheat,

  Or bide him battell without further treat.

  That challenge did too peremptory seeme,

  And fild his senses with abashment great;

  Yet seeing nigh him ieopardy extreme,

  He it dissembled well, and light seem’d to esteeme.