Complete Works of Edmund Spenser

Home > Fantasy > Complete Works of Edmund Spenser > Page 67
Complete Works of Edmund Spenser Page 67

by Edmund Spenser


  The ruefull story of Sir Paridell,

  She was empassiond at that piteous act,

  With zelous envy of Greekes cruell fact

  Against that nation, from whose race of old

  She heard that she was lineally extract: 340

  For noble Britons sprong from Trojans bold,

  And Troynovant was built of old Troyes ashes cold.

  XXXIX

  Then sighing soft awhile, at last she thus:

  ‘O lamentable fall of famous towne,

  Which raignd so many yeares victorious, 345

  And of all Asie bore the soveraine crowne,

  In one sad night consumd and throwen downe!

  What stony hart, that heares thy haplesse fate,

  Is not empierst with deepe compassiowne,

  And makes ensample of mans wretched state, 350

  That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late?

  XL

  ‘Behold, sir, how your pitifull complaint

  Hath fownd another partner of your payne:

  For nothing may impresse so deare constraint,

  As countries cause and commune foes disdayne. 355

  But if it should not grieve you, backe agayne

  To turne your course, I would to heare desyre

  What to Aeneas fell; sith that men sayne

  He was not in the cities wofull fyre

  Consum’d, but did him selfe to safety retyre.’ 360

  XLI

  ‘Anchyses sonne, begott of Venus fayre,’

  Said he, ‘out of the flames for safegard fled,

  And with a remnant did to sea repayre,

  Where he through fatall errour long was led

  Full many yeares, and weetlesse wandered 365

  From shore to shore, emongst the Lybick sandes,

  Ere rest he fownd. Much there he suffered,

  And many perilles past in forreine landes,

  To save his people sad from victours vengefull handes.

  XLII

  ‘At last in Latium he did arryve, 370

  Where he with cruell warre was entertaind

  Of th’ inland folke, which sought him backe to drive,

  Till he with old Latinus was constraind

  To contract wedlock; (so the Fates ordaind;)

  Wedlocke contract in blood, and eke in blood 375

  Accomplished, that many deare complaind:

  The rivall slaine, the victour, through the flood

  Escaped hardly, hardly praisd his wedlock good.

  XLIII

  ‘Yet after all, he victour did survive,

  And with Latinus did the kingdom part. 380

  But after, when both nations gan to strive,

  Into their names the title to convart,

  His sonne Iülus did from thence depart

  With all the warlike youth of Trojans bloud,

  And in Long Alba plast his throne apart, 385

  Where faire it florished, and long time stoud,

  Till Romulus, renewing it, to Rome remoud.’

  XLIV

  ‘There, there,’ said Britomart, ‘a fresh appeard

  The glory of the later world to spring,

  And Troy againe out of her dust was reard, 390

  To sitt in second seat of soveraine king

  Of all the world under her governing.

  But a third kingdom yet is to arise

  Out of the Trojans scattered ofspring,

  That, in all glory and great enterprise, 395

  Both first and second Troy shall dare to equalise.

  XLV

  ‘It Troynovant is hight, that with the waves

  Of wealthy Thamis washed is along,

  Upon whose stubborne neck, whereat he raves

  With roring rage, and sore him selfe does throng, 400

  That all men feare to tempt his billowes strong,

  She fastned hath her foot, which standes so hy,

  That it a wonder of the world is song

  In forreine landes, and all which passen by,

  Beholding it from farre, doe thinke it threates the skye. 405

  XLVI

  ‘The Trojan Brute did first that citie fownd,

  And Hygate made the meare thereof by west,

  And Overt gate by north: that is the bownd

  Toward the land; two rivers bownd the rest.

  So huge a scope at first him seemed best, 410

  To be the compasse of his kingdomes seat:

  So huge a mind could not in lesser rest,

  Ne in small meares containe his glory great,

  That Albion had conquered first by warlike feat.’

  XLVII

  ‘Ah! fairest lady knight,’ said Paridell, 415

  ‘Pardon, I pray, my heedlesse oversight,

  Who had forgot that whylome I hard tell

  From aged Mnemon; for my wits beene light.

  Indeed he said (if I remember right)

  That of the antique Trojan stocke there grew 420

  Another plant, that raught to wondrous hight,

  And far abroad his mightie braunches threw

  Into the utmost angle of the world he knew.

  XLVIII

  ‘For that same Brute, whom much he did advaunce

  In all his speach, was Sylvius his sonne, 425

  Whom having slain through luckles arrowes glaunce,

  He fled for feare of that he had misdonne,

  Or els for shame, so fowle reproch to shonne,

  And with him ledd to sea an youthly trayne,

  Where wearie wandring they long time did wonne, 430

  And many fortunes prov’d in th’ ocean mayne,

  And great adventures found, that now were long to sayne.

  XLIX

  ‘At last by fatall course they drive were

  Into an island spatious and brode,

  The furthest north that did to them appeare: 435

  Which, after rest, they seeking farre abrode,

  Found it the fittest soyle for their abode,

  Fruitfull of all thinges fitt for living foode,

  But wholy waste and void of peoples trode,

  Save an huge nation of the geaunts broode, 440

  That fed on living flesh, and dronck mens vitall blood.

  L

  ‘Whom he, through wearie wars and labours long,

  Subdewd with losse of many Britons bold:

  In which the great Goemagot of strong

  Corineus, and Coulin of Debon old, 445

  Were overthrowne and laide on th’ earth full cold,

  Which quaked under their so hideous masse:

  A famous history to bee enrold

  In everlasting moniments of brasse,

  That all the antique worthies merits far did passe. 450

  LI

  ‘His worke great Troynovant, his worke is eke

  Faire Lincolne, both renowmed far away,

  That who from east to west will endlong seeke,

  Cannot two fairer cities find this day,

  Except Cleopolis: so heard I say 455

  Old Mnemon. Therefore, sir, I greet you well,

  Your countrey kin, and you entyrely pray

  Of pardon for the strife which late befell

  Betwixt us both unknowne.’ So ended Paridell.

  LII

  But all the while that he these speeches spent, 460

  Upon his lips hong faire Dame Hellenore,

  With vigilant regard and dew attent,

  Fashioning worldes of fancies evermore

  In her fraile witt, that now her quite forlore:

  The whiles unwares away her wondring eye 465

  And greedy eares her weake hart from her bore:

  Which he perceiving, ever privily,

  In speaking, many false belgardes at her let fly.

  LIII

  So long these knightes discoursed diversly

  Of straunge affaires, and noble hardiment, 470

  Which the
y had past with mickle jeopardy,

  That now the humid night was farforth spent,

  And hevenly lampes were halfendeale ybrent:

  Which th’ old man seeing wel, who too long thought

  Every discourse and every argument, 475

  Which by the houres he measured, besought

  Them go to rest. So all unto their bowres were brought.

  Faerie Queene Detailed Table of Contents

  Glossary for ‘The Faerie Queene’

  Canto X

  Paridell rapeth Hellenore:

  Malbecco her poursewes:

  Fynds emongst Satyres, whence with him

  To turne she doth refuse.

  I

  THE MOROW next, so soone as Phœbus lamp

  Bewrayed had the world with early light,

  And fresh Aurora had the shady damp

  Out of the goodly heven amoved quight,

  Faire Britomart and that same Faery knight 5

  Uprose, forth on their journey for to wend:

  But Paridell complaynd, that his late fight

  With Britomart so sore did him offend,

  That ryde he could not, till his hurts he did amend.

  II

  So foorth they far’d, but he behind them stayd, 10

  Maulgre his host, who grudged grivously

  To house a guest that would be needes obayd,

  And of his owne him left not liberty:

  Might wanting measure moveth surquedry.

  Two things he feared, but the third was death: 15

  That fiers youngmans unruly maystery;

  His money, which he lov’d as living breath;

  And his faire wife, whom honest long he kept uneath.

  III

  But patience perforce, he must abie

  What fortune and his fate on him will lay; 20

  Fond is the feare that findes no remedie;

  Yet warily he watcheth every way,

  By which he feareth evill happen may:

  So th’ evill thinkes by watching to prevent;

  Ne doth he suffer her, nor night nor day, 25

  Out of his sight her selfe once to absent.

  So doth he punish her and eke himselfe torment.

  IV

  But Paridell kept better watch then hee,

  A fit occasion for his turne to finde.

  False Love, why do men say thou canst not see, 30

  And in their foolish fancy feigne thee blinde,

  That with thy charmes the sharpest sight doest binde,

  And to thy will abuse? Thou walkest free,

  And seest every secret of the minde;

  Thou seest all, yet none at all sees thee; 35

  All that is by the working of thy deitee.

  V

  So perfect in that art was Paridell,

  That he Malbeccoes halfen eye did wyle;

  His halfen eye he wiled wondrous well,

  And Hellenors both eyes did eke beguyle, 40

  Both eyes and hart attonce, during the whyle

  That he there sojourned his woundes to heale;

  That Cupid selfe, it seeing, close did smyle,

  To weet how he her love away did steale,

  And bad that none their joyous treason should reveale. 45

  VI

  The learned lover lost no time nor tyde,

  That least avantage mote to him afford,

  Yet bore so faire a sayle, that none espyde

  His secret drift, till he her layd abord.

  When so in open place and commune bord 50

  He fortun’d her to meet, with commune speach

  He courted her, yet bayted every word,

  That his ungentle hoste n’ote him appeach

  Of vile ungentlenesse, or hospitages breach.

  VII

  But when apart (if ever her apart) 55

  He found, then his false engins fast he plyde,

  And all the sleights unbosomd in his hart;

  He sigh’d, he sobd, he swownd, he perdy dyde,

  And cast himselfe on ground her fast besyde:

  Tho, when againe he him bethought to live, 60

  He wept, and wayld, and false laments belyde,

  Saying, but if she mercie would him give,

  That he mote algates dye, yet did his death forgive.

  VIII

  And otherwhyles with amorous delights

  And pleasing toyes he would her entertaine, 65

  Now singing sweetly, to surprize her sprights,

  Now making layes of love and lovers paine,

  Bransles, ballads, vierlayes, and verses vaine;

  Oft purposes, oft riddles he devysd,

  And thousands like, which flowed in his braine, 70

  With which he fed her fancy, and entysd

  To take to his new love, and leave her old despysd.

  IX

  And every where he might, and everie while,

  He did her service dewtifull, and sewd

  At hand with humble pride and pleasing guile, 75

  So closely yet, that none but she it vewd,

  Who well perceived all, and all indewd.

  Thus finely did he his false nets dispred,

  With which he many weake harts had subdewd

  Of yore, and many had ylike misled: 80

  What wonder then, if she were likewise carried?

  X

  No fort so fensible, no wals so strong,

  But that continuall battery will rive,

  Or daily siege, through dispurvayaunce long

  And lacke of reskewes, will to parley drive; 85

  And peece, that unto parley eare will give,

  Will shortly yield it selfe, and will be made

  The vassall of the victors will bylive:

  That stratageme had oftentimes assayd

  This crafty paramoure, and now it plaine displayd. 90

  XI

  For through his traines he her intrapped hath,

  That she her love and hart hath wholy sold

  To him, without regard of gaine or scath,

  Or care of credite, or of husband old,

  Whom she hath vow’d to dub a fayre cucquold. 95

  Nought wants but time and place, which shortly shee

  Devized hath, and to her lover told.

  It pleased well: so well they both agree;

  So readie rype to ill, ill wemens counsels bee.

  XII

  Darke was the evening, fit for lovers stealth, 100

  When chaunst Malbecco busie be elsewhere,

  She to his closet went, where all his wealth

  Lay hid: thereof she countlesse summes did reare,

  The which she meant away with her to beare;

  The rest she fyr’d for sport, or for despight; 105

  As Hellene, when she saw aloft appeare

  The Trojane flames, and reach to hevens hight,

  Did clap her hands, and joyed at that dolefull sight.

  XIII

  This second Helene, fayre Dame Hellenore,

  The whiles her husband ran with sory haste, 110

  To quench the flames which she had tyn’d before,

  Laught at his foolish labour spent in waste,

  And ran into her lovers armes right fast;

  Where streight embraced, she to him did cry

  And call alowd for helpe, ere helpe were past, 115

  For lo! that guest did beare her forcibly,

  And meant to ravish her, that rather had to dy.

  XIV

  The wretched man, hearing her call for ayd,

  And ready seeing him with her to fly,

  In his disquiet mind was much dismayd: 120

  But when againe he backeward cast his eye,

  And saw the wicked fire so furiously

  Consume his hart, and scorch his idoles face,

  He was therewith distressed diversely,

  Ne wist he how to turne, nor to what place: 125

  Was never wretched m
an in such a wofull cace.

  XV

  Ay when to him she cryde, to her he turnd,

  And left the fire; love money overcame:

  But when he marked how his money burnd,

  He left his wife; money did love disclame: 130

  Both was he loth to loose his loved dame,

  And loth to leave his liefest pelfe behinde,

  Yet sith he n’ote save both, he sav’d that same

  Which was the dearest to his dounghill minde,

  The god of his desire, the joy of misers blinde. 135

  XVI

  Thus whilest all things in troublous uprore were,

  And all men busie to suppresse the flame,

  The loving couple neede no reskew feare,

  But leasure had and liberty to frame

  Their purpost flight, free from all mens reclame; 140

  And Night, the patronesse of love-stealth fayre,

  Gave them safeconduct, till to end they came:

  So beene they gone yfere, a wanton payre

  Of lovers loosely knit, where list them to repayre.

  XVII

  Soone as the cruell flames yslaked were, 145

  Malbecco, seeing how his losse did lye,

  Out of the flames, which he had quencht whylere,

  Into huge waves of griefe and gealosye

  Full deepe emplonged was, and drowned nye

  Twixt inward doole and felonous despight: 150

  He rav’d, he wept, he stampt, he lowd did cry,

  And all the passions that in man may light

  Did him attonce oppresse, and vex his caytive spright.

  XVIII

  Long thus he chawd the cud of inward griefe,

  And did consume his gall with anguish sore: 155

  Still when he mused on his late mischiefe,

  Then still the smart thereof increased more,

  And seemd more grievous then it was before:

  At last, when sorrow he saw booted nought,

  Ne griefe might not his love to him restore, 160

  He gan devise how her he reskew mought;

  Ten thousand wayes he cast in his confused thought.

  XIX

  At last resolving, like a pilgrim pore,

  To search her forth, where so she might be fond,

  And bearing with him treasure in close store, 165

  The rest he leaves in ground: so takes in hond

  To seeke her endlong both by sea and lond.

  Long he her sought, he sought her far and nere,

  And every where that he mote understond

  Of knights and ladies any meetings were, 170

  And of eachone he mett he tidings did inquere.

  XX

  But all in vaine; his woman was too wise,

  Ever to come into his clouch againe,

  And hee too simple ever to surprise

  The jolly Paridell, for all his paine. 175

  One day, as hee forpassed by the plaine

 

‹ Prev