Complete Works of Edmund Spenser

by Edmund Spenser

Upbrayd, for leaving her in place unmeet,

  With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with hony sweet.

  IV

  Unkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat,

  And bathe in pleasaunce of the joyous shade,

  Which shielded them against the boyling heat, 30

  And, with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade,

  About the fountaine like a girlond made;

  Whose bubbling wave did ever freshly well,

  Ne ever would through fervent sommer fade:

  The sacred nymph, which therein wont to dwell, 35

  Was out of Dianes favor, as it then befell.

  V

  The cause was this: one day when Phœbe fayre

  With all her band was following the chace,

  This nymph, quite tyr’d with heat of scorching ayre,

  Satt downe to rest in middest of the race: 40

  The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace,

  And badd the waters, which from her did flow,

  Be such as she her selfe was then in place.

  Thenceforth her waters wexed dull and slow,

  And all that drunke thereof did faint and feeble grow. 45

  VI

  Hereof this gentle knight unweeting was,

  And lying downe upon the sandie graile,

  Dronke of the streame, as cleare as christall glas:

  Eftsoones his manly forces gan to fayle,

  And mightie strong was turnd to feeble frayle: 50

  His chaunged powres at first them selves not felt,

  Till crudled cold his corage gan assayle,

  And chearefull blood in fayntnes chill did melt,

  Which, like a fever fit, through all his body swelt.

  VII

  Yet goodly court he made still to his dame, 55

  Pourd out in loosnesse on the grassy grownd,

  Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame:

  Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd,

  Which through the wood loud bellowing did rebownd,

  That all the earth for terror seemd to shake, 60

  And trees did tremble. Th’ Elfe, therewith astownd,

  Upstarted lightly from his looser make,

  And his unready weapons gan in hand to take.

  VIII

  But ere he could his armour on him dight,

  Or gett his shield, his monstrous enimy 65

  With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight,

  An hideous geaunt, horrible and hye,

  That with his tallnesse seemd to threat the skye;

  The ground eke groned under him for dreed:

  His living like saw never living eye, 70

  Ne durst behold: his stature did exceed

  The hight of three the tallest sonnes of mortall seed.

  IX

  The greatest Earth his uncouth mother was,

  And blustring Æolus his boasted syre;

  Who with his breath, which through the world doth pas, 75

  Her hollow womb did secretly inspyre,

  And fild her hidden caves with stormie yre,

  That she conceiv’d; and trebling the dew time,

  In which the wombes of wemen doe expyre,

  Brought forth this monstrous masse of earthly slyme, 80

  Puft up with emptie wynd, and fild with sinfull cryme.

  X

  So growen great, through arrogant delight

  Of th’ high descent whereof he was yborne,

  And through presumption of his matchlesse might,

  All other powres and knighthood he did scorne. 85

  Such now he marcheth to this man forlorne,

  And left to losse: his stalking steps are stayde

  Upon a snaggy oke, which he had torne

  Out of his mothers bowelles, and it made

  His mortall mace, wherewith his foemen he dismayde. 90

  XI

  That when the knight he spyde, he gan advaunce

  With huge force and insupportable mayne,

  And towardes him with dreadfull fury praunce;

  Who haplesse, and eke hopelesse, all in vaine

  Did to him pace, sad battaile to darrayne, 95

  Disarmd, disgraste, and inwardly dismayde,

  And eke so faint in every joynt and vayne,

  Through that fraile fountain, which him feeble made,

  That scarsely could he weeld his bootlesse single blade.

  XII

  The geaunt strooke so maynly mercilesse, 100

  That could have overthrowne a stony towre,

  And were not hevenly grace, that him did blesse,

  He had beene pouldred all, as thin as flowre:

  But he was wary of that deadly stowre,

  And lightly lept from underneath the blow: 105

  Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre

  That with the winde it did him overthrow,

  And all his sences stoond, that still he lay full low.

  XIII

  As when that divelish yron engin, wrought

  In deepest hell, and framd by furies skill, 110

  With windy nitre and quick sulphur fraught,

  And ramd with bollet rownd, ordaind to kill,

  Conceiveth fyre, the heavens it doth fill

  With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke,

  That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will, 115

  Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smok,

  That th’ onely breath him daunts, who hath escapt the stroke.

  XIV

  So daunted when the geaunt saw the knight,

  His heavie hand he heaved up on hye,

  And him to dust thought to have battred quight, 120

  Untill Duessa loud to him gan crye,

  ‘O great Orgoglio, greatest under skye,

  O hold thy mortall hand for ladies sake!

  Hold for my sake, and doe him not to dye,

  But vanquisht thine eternall bondslave make, 125

  And me, thy worthy meed, unto thy leman take.’

  XV

  He hearkned, and did stay from further harmes,

  To gayne so goodly guerdon as she spake:

  So willingly she came into his armes,

  Who her as willingly to grace did take, 130

  And was possessed of his newfound make.

  Then up he tooke the slombred sencelesse corse,

  And ere he could out of his swowne awake,

  Him to his castle brought with hastie forse,

  And in a dongeon deep him threw without remorse. 135

  XVI

  From that day forth Duessa was his deare,

  And highly honourd in his haughtie eye;

  He gave her gold and purple pall to weare,

  And triple crowne set on her head full hye,

  And her endowd with royall majestye: 140

  Then, for to make her dreaded more of men,

  And peoples hartes with awfull terror tye,

  A monstrous beast ybredd in filthy fen

  He chose, which he had kept long time in darksom den.

  XVII

  Such one it was, as that renowmed snake 145

  Which great Alcides in Stremona slew,

  Long fostred in the filth of Lerna lake,

  Whose many heades out budding ever new

  Did breed him endlesse labor to subdew:

  But this same monster much more ugly was; 150

  For seven great heads out of his body grew,

  An yron brest, and back of scaly bras,

  And all embrewd in blood, his eyes did shine as glas.

  XVIII

  His tayle was stretched out in wondrous length,

  That to the hous of hevenly gods it raught, 155

  And with extorted powre, and borrow’d strength,

  The everburning lamps from thence it braught,

  And prowdly threw to ground, as things of naught;

  And underneath his filthy feet did tread
r />   The sacred thinges, and holy heastes foretaught. 160

  Upon this dreadfull beast with sevenfold head

  He sett the false Duessa, for more aw and dread.

  XIX

  The wofull dwarfe, which saw his maisters fall,

  Whiles he had keeping of his grasing steed,

  And valiant knight become a caytive thrall, 165

  When all was past, tooke up his forlorne weed;

  His mightie armour, missing most at need;

  His silver shield, now idle maisterlesse;

  His poynant speare, that many made to bleed;

  The ruefull moniments of heavinesse; 170

  And with them all departes, to tell his great distresse.

  XX

  He had not travalid long, when on the way

  He wofull lady, wofull Una, met,

  Fast flying from the Paynims greedy pray,

  Whilest Satyrane him from pursuit did let: 175

  Who when her eyes she on the dwarf had set,

  And saw the signes, that deadly tydinges spake,

  She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret,

  And lively breath her sad brest did forsake,

  Yet might her pitteous hart be seene to pant and quake. 180

  XXI

  The messenger of so unhappie newes

  Would faine have dyde; dead was his hart within;

  Yet outwardly some little comfort shewes:

  At last recovering hart, he does begin

  To rubb her temples, and to chaufe her chin, 185

  And everie tender part does tosse and turne:

  So hardly he the flitted life does win,

  Unto her native prison to retourne:

  Then gins her grieved ghost thus to lament and mourne:

  XXII

  ‘Ye dreary instruments of dolefull sight, 190

  That doe this deadly spectacle behold,

  Why do ye lenger feed on loathed light,

  Or liking find to gaze on earthly mould,

  Sith cruell fates the carefull threds unfould,

  The which my life and love together tyde? 195

  Now let the stony dart of sencelesse cold

  Perce to my hart, and pas through everie side,

  And let eternall night so sad sight fro me hyde.

  XXIII

  ‘O lightsome day, the lampe of highest Jove,

  First made by him, mens wandring wayes to guyde, 200

  When darknesse he in deepest dongeon drove,

  Henceforth thy hated face for ever hyde,

  And shut up heavens windowes shyning wyde:

  For earthly sight can nought but sorow breed,

  And late repentance, which shall long abyde. 205

  Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed,

  But, seeled up with death, shall have their deadly meed.’

  XXIV

  Then downe againe she fell unto the ground;

  But he her quickly reared up againe:

  Thrise did she sinke adowne in deadly swownd, 210

  And thrise he her reviv’d with busie paine:

  At last, when life recover’d had the raine,

  And over-wrestled his strong enimy,

  With foltring tong, and trembling everie vaine,

  ‘Tell on,’ quoth she, ‘the wofull tragedy, 215

  The which these reliques sad present unto mine eye.

  XXV

  ‘Tempestuous Fortune hath spent all her spight,

  And thrilling Sorrow throwne his utmost dart;

  Thy sad tong cannot tell more heavy plight

  Then that I feele, and harbour in mine hart: 220

  Who hath endur’d the whole, can beare ech part.

  If death it be, it is not the first wound,

  That launched hath my brest with bleeding smart.

  Begin, and end the bitter balefull stound;

  If lesse then that I feare, more favour I have found.’ 225

  XXVI

  Then gan the dwarfe the whole discourse declare:

  The subtile traines of Archimago old;

  The wanton loves of false Fidessa fayre,

  Bought with the blood of vanquisht Paynim bold;

  The wretched payre transformd to treen mould; 230

  The House of Pryde, and perilles round about;

  The combat, which he with Sansjoy did hould;

  The lucklesse conflict with the gyaunt stout,

  Wherein captiv’d, of life or death he stood in doubt.

  XXVII

  She heard with patience all unto the end, 235

  And strove to maister sorrowfull assay,

  Which greater grew, the more she did contend,

  And almost rent her tender hart in tway;

  And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay:

  For greater love, the greater is the losse. 240

  Was never lady loved dearer day,

  Then she did love the Knight of the Redcrosse;

  For whose deare sake so many troubles her did tosse.

  XXVIII

  At last, when fervent sorrow slaked was,

  She up arose, resolving him to find, 245

  Alive or dead; and forward forth doth pas,

  All as the dwarfe the way to her assynd;

  And ever more, in constant carefull mind,

  She fedd her wound with fresh renewed bale:

  Long tost with stormes, and bet with bitter wind, 250

  High over hills, and lowe adowne the dale,

  She wandred many a wood, and measurd many a vale.

  XXIX

  At last she channced by good hap to meet

  A goodly knight, faire marching by the way,

  Together with his squyre, arayed meet: 255

  His glitterand armour shined far away,

  Like glauncing light of Phœbus brightest ray;

  From top to toe no place appeared bare,

  That deadly dint of steele endanger may:

  Athwart his brest a bauldrick brave he ware, 260

  That shind, like twinkling stars, with stones most pretious rare.

  XXX

  And in the midst thereof, one pretious stone

  Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous mights,

  Shapt like a ladies head, exceeding shone,

  Like Hesperus emongst the lesser lights, 265

  And strove for to amaze the weaker sights:

  Thereby his mortall blade full comely hong

  In yvory sheath, ycarv’d with curious slights;

  Whose hilts were burnisht gold, and handle strong

  Of mother perle, and buckled with a golden tong. 270

  XXXI

  His haughtie helmet, horrid all with gold,

  Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour bredd;

  For all the crest a dragon did enfold

  With greedie pawes, and over all did spredd

  His golden winges: his dreadfull hideous hedd, 275

  Close couched on the bever, seemd to throw

  From flaming mouth bright sparckles fiery redd,

  That suddeine horrour to faint hartes did show;

  And scaly tayle was stretcht adowne his back full low.

  XXXII

  Upon the top of all his loftie crest, 280

  A bounch of heares discolourd diversly,

  With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest,

  Did shake, and seemd to daunce for jollity;

  Like to an almond tree ymounted hye

  On top of greene Selinis all alone, 285

  With blossoms brave bedecked daintily;

  Whose tender locks do tremble every one

  At everie little breath, that under heaven is blowne.

  XXXIII

  His warlike shield all closely cover’d was,

  Ne might of mortall eye be ever seene; 290

  Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras;

  Such earthly mettals soone consumed beene;

  But all of diamond perfect pure and cleene

/>   It framed was, one massy entire mould,

  Hewen out of adamant rocke with engines keene, 295

  That point of speare it never percen could,

  Ne dint of direfull sword divide the substance would.

  XXXIV

  The same to wight he never wont disclose,

  But when as monsters huge he would dismay,

  Or daunt unequall armies of his foes, 300

  Or when the flying heavens he would affray:

  For so exceeding shone his glistring ray,

  That Phœbus golden face it did attaint,

  As when a cloud his beames doth over-lay;

  And silver Cynthia wexed pale and faynt, 305

  As when her face is staynd with magicke arts constraint.

  XXXV

  No magicke arts hereof had any might,

  Nor bloody wordes of bold enchaunters call,

  But all that was not such as seemd in sight

  Before that shield did fade, and suddeine fall: 310

  And when him list the raskall routes appall,

  Men into stones therewith he could transmew,

  And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;

  And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,

  He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew. 315

  XXXVI

  Ne let it seeme that credence this exceedes;

  For he that made the same was knowne right well

  To have done much more admirable deedes.

  It Merlin was, which whylome did excell

  All living wightes in might of magicke spell: 320

  Both shield, and sword, and armour all he wrought

  For this young Prince, when first to armes he fell;

  But when he dyde, the Faery Queene it brought

  To Faerie Lond, where yet it may be seene, if sought.

  XXXVII

  A gentle youth, his dearely loved squire, 325

  His speare of heben wood behind him bare,

  Whose harmeful head, thrise heated in the fire,

  Had riven many a brest with pikehead square;

  A goodly person, and could menage faire

  His stubborne steed with curbed canon bitt, 330

  Who under him did trample as the aire,

  And chauft, that any on his backe should sitt;

  The yron rowels into frothy fome he bitt.

  XXXVIII

  Whenas this knight night to the lady drew,

  With lovely court he gan her entertaine; 335

  But when he heard her aunswers loth, he knew

  Some secret sorrow did her heart distraine:

  Which to allay, and calme her storming paine,

  Faire feeling words he wisely gan display,

  And for her humor fitting purpose faine, 340

  To tempt the cause it selfe for to bewray;

  Wherewith enmovd, these bleeding words she gan to say:

  XXXIX

  ‘What worlds delight, or joy of living speach,

  Can hart, so plungd in sea of sorrowes deep,