The Faerie Queene

by Edmund Spenser

  17 Saying, Thou foolish knight, that weenst with words

  To steale away, that I with blowes haue wonne,

  And brought throgh points of many perilous swords:

  But if thee list to see thy Courser ronne,

  Or proue thy selfe, this sad encounter shonne,

  And seeke else without hazard of thy hed.

  At those proud words that other knight begonne

  To wexe exceeding wroth, and him ared

  To turne his steede about, or sure he should be ded.

  18 Sith then (said Braggadocchio) needes thou wilt

  Thy dayes abridge, through proofe of puissance,

  Turne we our steedes, that both in equall tilt

  May meet againe, and each take happie chance.

  This said, they both a furlongs mountenance

  Retyrd their steeds, to ronne in euen race:

  But Braggadocchio with his bloudie lance

  Once hauing turnd, no more returnd his face,

  But left his loue to losse, and fled himselfe apace.

  19 The knight him seeing fly, had no regard

  Him to poursew, but to the Ladie rode,

  And hauing her from Trompart lightly reard,

  Vpon his Courser set the louely lode,

  And with her fled away without abode.

  Well weened he, that fairest Florimell

  It was, with whom in company he yode,

  And so her selfe did alwaies to him tell;

  So made him thinke himselfe in heauen, that was in hell.

  20 But Florimell her selfe was farre away,

  Driuen to great distresse by fortune straunge,

  And taught the carefull Mariner to play,

  Sith late mischaunce had her compeld to chaunge

  The land for sea, at randon there to raunge:

  Yet there that cruell Queene auengeresse,

  Not satisfide so farre her to estraunge

  From courtly blisse and wonted happinesse,

  Did heape on her new waues of weary wretchednesse.

  21 For being fled into the fishers bote,

  For refuge from the Monsters crueltie,

  Long so she on the mightie maine did flote,

  And with the tide droue forward careleslie;

  For th’aire was milde, and cleared was the sike,

  And all his windes Dan Aeolus did keepe,

  From stirring vp their stormy enmitie,

  As pittying to see her waile and weepe;

  But all the while the fisher did securely sleepe.

  22 At last when droncke with drowsinesse, he woke,

  And saw his drouer driue along the streame,

  He was dismayd, and thrise his breast he stroke,

  For maruell of that accident extreame;

  But when he saw that blazing beauties beame,

  Which with rare light his bote did beautifie,

  He marueild more, and thought he yet did dreame

  Not well awakt, or that some extasie

  Assorted had his sense, or dazed was his eie.

  23 But when her well auizing, he perceiued

  To be no vision, nor fantasticke sight,

  Great comfort of her presence he conceiued,

  And felt in his old courage new delight

  To gin awake, and stirre his frozen spright:

  Tho rudely askt her, how she thither came.

  Ah (said she) father, I note read aright,

  What hard misfortune brought me to the same;

  Yet am I glad that here I now in safety am.

  24 But thou good man, sith farre in sea we bee,

  And the great waters gin apace to swell,

  That now no more we can the maine-land see,

  Haue care, I pray, to guide the cock-bote well,

  Least worse on sea then vs on land befell.

  Thereat th’old man did nought but fondly grin,

  And said, his boat the way could wisely tell:

  But his deceiptfull eyes did neuer lin,

  To looke on her faire face, and marke her snowy skin.

  25 The sight whereof in his congealed flesh,

  Infixt such secret sting of greedy lust,

  That the drie withered stocke it gan refresh,

  And kindled heat, that soone in flame forth brust:

  The driest wood is soonest burnt to dust.

  Rudely to her he lept, and his rough hand

  Where ill became him. rashly would haue thrust,

  But she with angry scorne him did withstond,

  And shamefully reproued for his rudenesse fond.

  26 But he, that neuer good nor maners knew,

  Her sharpe rebuke full litle did esteeme;

  Hard is to teach an old horse amble trew.

  The inward smoke, that did before but steeme,

  Broke into open fire and rage extreme,

  And now he strength gan adde vnto his will,

  Forcing to doe, that did him fowle misseeme:

  Beastly he threw her downe, ne car’d to spill

  Her garments gay with scales offish, that all did fill.

  27 The silly virgin stroue him to withstand,

  All that she might, and him in vaine reuild:

  She struggled strongly both with foot and hand,

  To saue her honor from that villaine vild,

  And cride to heauen, from humane helpe exild.

  O ye braue knights, that boast this Ladies loue,

  Where be ye now, when she is nigh defild

  Of filthy wretch? well may shee you reproue

  Of falshood or of slouth, when most it may behoue.

  28 But if that thou, Sir Satyran, didst weete,

  Or thou, Sir Peridure, her sorie state,

  How soone would yee assemble many a fleete,

  To fetch from sea, that ye at land lost late;

  Towres, Cities, Kingdomes ye would ruinate,

  In your auengement and dispiteous rage,

  Ne ought your burning fury mote abate;

  But if Sir Calidore could it presage,

  No liuing creature could his cruelty asswage.

  29 But sith that none of all her knights is nye,

  See how the heauens of voluntary grace,

  And soueraine fauour towards chastity,

  Doe succour send to her distressed cace:

  So much high God doth innocence embrace.

  It fortuned, whilest thus she stifly stroue,

  And the wide sea importuned long space

  With shrilling shriekes, Proteus abrode did roue,

  Along the fomy waues drilling his finny droue.

  30 Proteus is Shepheard of the seas of yore,

  And hath the charge of Neptunes mightie heard;

  An aged sire with head all frory hore,

  And sprinckled frost vpon his deawy beard:

  Who when those pittifull outcries he heard,

  Through all the seas so ruefully resound,

  His charet swift in haste he thither steard,

  Which with a teeme of scaly Phocas bound

  Was drawne vpon the waues, that fomed him around.

  31 And comming to that Fishers wandring bote,

  That went at will, withouten carde or sayle,

  He therein saw that yrkesome sight, which smote

  Deepe indignation and compassion frayle

  Into his hart attonce: streight did he hayle

  The greedy villein from his hoped pray,

  Of which he now did very litle fayle,

  And with his staffe, that driues his Heard astray,

  Him bet so sore, that life and sense did much dismay.

  32 The whiles the pitteous Ladie vp did ryse,

  Ruffled and fowly raid with filthy soyle,

  And blubbred face with teares of her faire eyes:

  Her heart nigh broken was with weary toyle,

  To saue her selfe from that outrageous spoyle,

  But when she looked vp, to weet, what wight

  Had her fro
m so infamous fact assoyld,

  For shame, but more for feare of his grim sight,

  Downe in her lap she hid her face, and loudly shright.

  33 Her selfe not saued yet from daunger dred

  She thought, but chaung’d from one to other feare;

  Like as a fearefull Partridge, that is fled

  From the sharpe Hauke, which her attached neare,

  And fals to ground, to seeke for succour theare,

  Whereas the hungry Spaniels she does spy,

  With greedy iawes her readie for to teare;

  In such distresse and sad perplexity

  Was Florimell, when Proteus she did see thereby.

  34 But he endeuoured with speeches milde

  Her to recomfort, and accourage bold,

  Bidding her feare no more her foeman vilde,

  Nor doubt himselfe; and who he was, her told.

  Yet all that could not from affright her hold,

  Ne to recomfort her at all preuayld;

  For her faint heart was with the frozen cold

  Benumbd so inly, that her wits nigh fayld,

  And all her senses with abashment quite were quayld.

  35 Her vp betwixt his rugged hands he reard,

  And with his frory lips full softly kist,

  Whiles the cold ysickles from his rough beard,

  Dropped adowne vpon her yuorie brest:

  Yet he himselfe so busily addrest,

  That her out of astonishment he wrought,

  And out of that same fishers filthy nest

  Remouing her, into his charet brought,

  And there with many gentle termes her faire besought.

  36 But that old leachour, which with bold assault

  That beautie durst presume to violate,

  He cast to punish for his hainous fault;

  Then tooke he him yet trembling sith of late,

  And tyde behind his charet, to aggrate

  The virgin, whom he had abusde so sore:

  So drag’d him through the waues in scornefull state,

  And after cast him vp, vpon the shore;

  But Florimell with him vnto his bowre he bore.

  37 His bowre is in the bottome of the maine,

  Vnder a mightie rocke, gainst which do raue

  The roaring billowes in their proud disdaine,

  That with the angry working of the waue,

  Therein is eaten out an hollow caue,

  That seemes rough Masons hand with engines keene

  Had long while laboured it to engraue:

  There was his wonne, ne liuing wight was seene,

  Saue one old Nymph, hight Panope to keepe it cleane.

  38 Thither he brought the sory Florimell,

  And entertained her the best he might

  And Panope her entertaind eke well,

  As an immortall mote a mortall wight,

  To winne her liking vnto his delight:

  With flattering words he sweetly wooed her,

  And offered faire gifts t’allure her sight,

  But she both offers and the offerer

  Despysde, and all the fawning of the flatterer.

  39 Daily he tempted her with this or that,

  And neuer suffred her to be at rest:

  But euermore she him refused flat,

  And all his fained kindnesse did detest,

  So firmely she had sealed vp her brest.

  Sometimes he boasted, that a God he hight:

  But she a mortall creature loued best:

  Then he would make himselfe a mortall wight;

  But then she said she lou’d none, but a Faerie knight

  40 Then like a Faerie knight himselfe he drest;

  For euery shape on him he could endew:

  Then like a king he was to her exprest,

  And offred kingdomes vnto her in vew,

  To be his Leman and his Ladie trew:

  But when all this he nothing saw preuaile,

  With harder meanes he cast her to subdew,

  And with sharpe threates her often did assaile,

  So thinking for to make her stubborne courage quaile.

  41 To dreadrull shapes he did himselfe transforme,

  Now like a Gyant, now like to a feend,

  Then like a Centaure, then like to a storme,

  Raging within the waues: thereby he weend

  Her will to win vnto his wished end.

  But when with feare, nor fauour, nor with all

  He else could doe, he saw himselfe esteemd,

  Downe in a Dongeon deepe he let her fall,

  And threatned there to make her his eternall thrall.

  42 Eternall thraldome was to her more liefe,

  Then losse of chastitie, or chaunge of loue:

  Die had she rather in tormenting griefe,

  Then any should of falsenesse her reproue,

  Or loosenesse, that she lightly did remoue.

  Most vertuous virgin, glory be thy meed,

  And crowne of heauenly praise with Saints aboue,

  Where most sweet hymmes of this thy famous deed

  Are still emongst them song, that far my rymes exceed.

  43 Fit song of Angels caroled to bee;

  But yet what so my feeble Muse can frame,

  Shall be t’aduance ihy goodly chastitee,

  And to enroll thy memorable name,

  In th’heart of euery honourable Dame,

  That they thy vertuous deedes may imitate,

  And be partakers of thy endlesse fame.

  It yrkes me, leaue thee in this wofull state,

  To tell of Satyrane, where I him left of late.

  44 Who hauing ended with that Squire of Dames

  A long discourse of his aduentures vaine,

  The which himselfe, then Ladies more defames,

  And finding not th’ Hyena to be slaine,

  With that same Squire, returned backe againe

  To his first way. And as they forward went,

  They spyde a knight faire pricking on the plaine,

  As if he were on some aduenture bent,

  And in his port appeared manly hardiment.

  45 Sir Satyrane him towards did addresse,

  To weet, what wight he was, and what his quest:

  And comming nigh, eftsoones he gan to gesse

  Both by the burning hart, which on his brest

  He bare, and by the colours in his crest,

  That Paridell it was. Tho to him yode,

  And him saluting, as beseemed best,

  Gan first inquire of tydings farre abrode;

  And afterwardes, on what aduenture now he rode.

  46 Who thereto answering, said; The tydings bad,

  Which now in Faerie court all men do tell,

  Which turned hath great mirth, to mourning sad,

  Is the late mine of proud Marinell,

  And suddein parture of faire Florimell,

  To find him forth: and after her are gone

  All the braue knights, that doen in armes excell,

  To sauegard her, ywandred all alone;

  Emongst the rest my lot (vnworthy) is to be one.

  47 Ah gentle knight (said then Sir Satyrane)

  Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread,

  That hast a thanklesse seruice on thee ta’ne,

  And offrest sacrifice vnto the dead:

  For dead, I surely doubt, thou maist aread

  Henceforth for euer Florimell to be,

  That all the noble knights of Maydenhead,

  Which her ador’d, may sore repent with me,

  And all faire Ladies may for euer sory be.

  48 Which words when Paridell had heard, his hew

  Gan greatly chaunge, and seem’d dismayd to bee;

  Then said, Faire Sir, how may I weene it trew,

  That ye doe tell in such vncertaintee?

  Or speake ye of report, or did ye see

  Iust cause of dread, that makes ye doubt so sore?

  For
perdie else how mote it euer bee,

  That euer hand should dare for to engore

  Her noble bloud? the heauens such crueltie abhore.

  49 These eyes did see, that they will euer rew

  T’haue seene, (quoth he) when as a monstrous beast

  The Palfrey, whereon she did trauell, slew,

  And of his bowels made his bloudie feast:

  Which speaking token sheweth at the least

  Her certaine losse, if not her sure decay:

  Besides, that more suspition encreast,

  I found her golden girdle cast astray,

  Distaynd with durt and bloud, as relique of the pray.

  50 Aye me, (said Paridell) the signes be sad,

  And but God turne the same to good soothsay,

  That Ladies safetie is sore to be drad:

  Yet will I not forsake my forward way,

  Till triall doe more certaine truth bewray.

  Faire Sir (quoth he) well may it you succeed,

  Ne long shall Satyrane behind you stay,

  But to the rest, which in this Quest proceed

  My labour adde, and be partaker of their speed.

  51 Ye noble knights (said then the Squire of Dames)

  Well may ye speed in so praiseworthy paine:

  But sith the Sunne now ginnes to slake his beames,

  In deawy vapours of the westerne maine,

  And lose the teme out of his weary waine,

  Mote not mislike you also to abate

  Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe

  Both light of heauen, and strength of men relate:

  Which if ye please, to yonder castle turne your gate.

  52 That counsell pleased well; so all yfere

  Forth marched to a Castle them before,

  Where soone arriuing, they restrained were

  Of readie entrance, which ought euermore

  To errant knights be commun: wondrous sore

  Thereat displeasd they were, till that young Squire

  Gan them informe the cause, why that same dore

  Was shut to all, which lodging did desire:

  The which to let you weet, will further time require.

  CANTO IX

  Malbecco will no straunge knights host,

  For peeuish gealosie:

  Paridell giusts with Britomart:

  Both shew their auncestrie.

  1 Redoubted knights, and honorable Dames,

  To whom I leuell all my labours end,

  Right sore I feare, least with vnworthy blames

  This odious argument my rimes should shend,

  Or ought your goodly patience offend,

  Whiles of a wanton Lady I do write,

  Which with her loose incontinence doth blend

  The shyning glory of your soueraigne light,

  And knighthood fowle defaced by a faithlesse knight

  2 But neuer let th’ensample of the bad