The Faerie Queene (23 page)

And chawing vengeance all the way I went,

Soone as my loathed loue appeard in sight,

With wrathfull hand I slew her innocent;

That after soone I dearely did lament:

For when the cause of that outrageous deede

Demaunded, I made plaine and euident,

Her faultie Handmayd, which that bale did breede,

Confest, how
Philemon
her wrought to chaunge her weede.

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Which when I heard, with horrible affright

And hellish fury all enragd, I sought

Vpon my selfe that vengeable despight

To punish: yet it better first I thought,

To wreake my wrath on him, that first it wrought.

To
Philemon,
false faytour
Philemon

I cast to pay, that I so dearely bought;

Of deadly drugs I gaue him drinke anon,

And washt away his guilt with guiltie potion.

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Thus heaping crime on crime, and griefe on griefe,

To losse of loue adioyning losse of fiend,

I meant to purge both with a third mischiefe,

And in my woes beginner it to end:

That was
Pryene;
she did first offend,

She last should smart: with which cruell intent,

When I at her my murdrous blade did bend,

She fled away with ghastly dreriment,

And I pursewing my fell purpose, after went

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Feare gaue her wings, and rage enforst my flight;

Through woods and plaines so long I did her chace,

Till this mad man, whom your victorious might

Hath now fast bound, me met in middle space,

As I her, so he me pursewd apace,

And shortly ouertooke: I breathing yre,

Sore chauffed at my stay in such a cace,

And with my heat kindled his cruell fyre;

Which kindled pnce, his mother did more rage inspyre.

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Betwixt them both, they haue me doen to dye,

Through wounds, & strokes, & stubborne handeling,

That death were better, then such agony,

As griefe and furie vnto me did bring;

Of which in me yet stickes the mortall sting,

That during life will neuer be appeasd.

When he thus ended' had his sorrowing,

Said
Guy on,
Squire, sore haue ye beene diseasd;

But all your hurts may soone through temperance be easd.

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Then gan the Palmer thus, most wretched man,

That to affections does the bridle lend;

In their beginning they are weake and wan,

But soone through suff'rance grow to fearefull end;

Whiles they are weake betimes with them contend:

For when they once to perfect strength do grow,

Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bend

Gainst fort of Reason, it to ouerthrow:

Wrath, gelosie, griefe, loue this Squire haue layd thus low.

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Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue do thus expell:

Wrath is a fire, and gealosie a weede,

Griefe is a flood, and loue a monster fell;

The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede,

The flood of drops, the Monster filth did breede:

But sparks, seed, drops, and filth do thus delay;

The sparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed

The drops dry vp, and filth wipe cleane away:

So shall wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue dye and decay.

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Vnlucky Squire (said
Guyon)
sith thou hast

Falne vnto mischiefe through intemperaunce,

Henceforth take heede of that thou now hast past,

And guide thy wayes with warie gouernaunce,

Least worse betide thee by some later chaunce.

But read how art thou nam'd, and of what kin,

Phedon
I hight (quoth he) and do aduaunce

Mine auncestry from famous
Coradin,

Who first to rayse our house to honour did begin.

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Thus as he spake, lo far away they spyde

A varlet running towards hastily,

Whose flying feet so fast their way applyde,

That round about a cloud of dust did fly,

Which mingled all with sweate, did dim his eye.

He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whot,

And all so soyld, that none could him descry;

His countenaunce was bold, and bashed not

For
Guyons
lookes, but scornefull eyglaunce at him shot

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Behind his backe he bore a brasen shield,

On which was drawen faire, in colours fit,

A flaming fire in midst of bloudy field,

And round about the wreath this word was writ,

Burnt I do burne.
Right well beseemed it,

To be the shield of some redoubted knight;

And in his hand two darts exceeding flit,

And deadly sharpe he held, whose heads were dight

In poyson and in bloud, of malice and despight.

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When he in presence came, to
Guyon
first

He boldly spake, Sir knight, if knight thou bee,

Abandon this forestalled place at erst.

For feare of further harme, I counsell thee.

Or bide the chaunce at thine owne ieoperdie.

The knight at his great boldnesse wondered,

And though he scomd his idle vanitie,

Yet mildly him to purpose answered;

For not to grow of nought he it coniectured.

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Varlet, this place most dew to me I deeme,

Yielded by him, that held it forcibly. [seeme

But whence should come that harme, which thou doest

To threat to him, that minds his chaunce t'abye?

Perdy (said he) here comes, and is hard by

A knight of wondrous powre, and great assay,

That neuer yet encountred enemy,

But did him deadly daunt, or fowle dismay;

Ne thou for better hope, if thou his presence stay.

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How hight he then (said
Guyon)
and firom whence?

Pyrochles
is his name, renowmed farre

For his bold feats and hardy confidence,

Full oft approu'd in many a cruell warre,

The brother
of Cymochles,
both which arre

The sonnes of old
Aerates
and
Despight,

Acrates
sonne of
Phlegeton
and
Iarre;

But
Phlegeton
is sonne of
Herebus
and
Night;

But
Herebus
sonne
of Aeternitie
is hight.

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So from immortall race he does proceede,

That mortall hands may not withstand his might,

Drad for his derring do, and bloudy deed;

For all in bloud and spoile is his delight.

His am I
Atin,
his in wrong and right,

That matter make for him to worke vpon,

And stirre him vp to strife and cruell fight.

Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon,

Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion.

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His be that care, whom most it doth concerne,

(Said he) but whither with such hasty flight

Art thou now bound? for well mote I discerne

Great cause, that carries thee so swift and light.

My Lord (quoth he) me sent, and streight behight

To seeke
Occasion;
where so she bee:

For he is all disposd to bloudy fight,

And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltie;

Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardie.

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Madman (said then the Palmer) that does seeke

Occasion
to wrath, and cause of strife;

She comes vnsought, and shonned followes eke.

Happy, who can abstaine, when Rancour rife

Kindles Reuenge, and threats his rusty knife;

Woe neuer wants, where euery cause is caught,

And rash
Occasion
makes vnquiet life.

Then loe, where bound she sits, whom thou hast sought,

(Said
Guyon,)
let that message to thy Lord be brought.

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That when the varlet heard and saw, streightway

He wexed wondrous wroth, and said, Vile knight,

That knights & knighthood doest with shame vpbray,

And shewst th'ensample of thy childish might,

With silly weake old woman thus to fight.

Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou got,

And stoutly prou'd thy puissaunce here in sight;

That shall
Pyrochles
well requite, I wot,

And with thy bloud abolish so reprochfull blot.

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With that one of his thrillant darts he threw,

Headed with ire and vengeable despight;

The quiuering steele his aymed end well knew,

And to his brest it selfe intended right:

But he was warie, and ere it empight

In the meant marke, aduaunst his shield atweene,

On which it seizing, no way enter might,

But backe rebounding, left the forckhead keene;

Eftsoones he fled away, and might no where be seene.

Pyrochles does with Guyon fight,
   And Furors chayne vnbinds
Of whom sore hurt, for his reuenge
   Attin Cymochles finds.

1
Who euer doth to temperaunce apply

His stedfast life, and all his actions frame,

Trust me, shall find no greater enimy,

Then stubborne perturbation, to the same;

To which right well the wise do giue that name,

For it the goodly peace of stayed mindes

Does ouerthrow, and troublous warre proclame:

His owne woes authour, who so bound it findes,

As did
Pyrochles,
and it wilfully vnbindes.

2
After that varlets flight, it was not long,

Ere on the plaine fast pricking
Guyon
spide

One in bright anrmes embatteiled full strong,

That as the Sunny beames do glaunce and glide

Vpon the trembling waue, so shined bright,

And round about him threw forth sparkling fire,

That seemd him to enflame on euery side:

His steed was bloudy red, and fomed ire,

When with the maistring spur he did him roughly stire.

3
Approching nigh, he neuer stayd to greete,

Ne chaffar words, prowd courage to prouoke,

But prickt so fiers, that vnderneath his feete

The smouldring dust did round about him smoke,

Both horse and man nigh able for to choke;

And fairly couching his steele-headed speare,

Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke;

It booted nought Sir
Guyon
comming neare

To thinke, such hideous puissaunce on foot to beare.

4
But lightly shunned it, and passing by,

With his bright blade did smite at him so fell,

That the sharpe steele arriuing forcibly

On his broad shield, bit not, but glauncing fell

On his horse necke before the quilted sell

And from the head the body sundred quight.

So him dismounted low, he did compell

On foot with him to matchen equall fight;

The truncked beast fast bleeding, did him fowly dight.

5
Sore bruzed with the fall, he slow vprose,

And all enraged, thus him loudly shent;

Disleall knight, whose coward courage chose

To wreake it selfe on beast all innocent,

And shund the marke, at which it should be ment,

Thereby thine armes seeme strong, but manhood fraile;

So hast thou oft with guile thine honour blent;

But litle may such guile thee now auaile,

If wonted force and fortune do not much me faile.

6
With that he drew his flaming sword, and strooke

At him so fiercely, that the vpper marge

Of his seuenfolded shield away it tooke,

And glauncing on his helmet, made a large

And open gash therein: were not his targe,

That broke the violence of his intent,

The weary soule from thence it would discharge;

Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,

That made him reele, and to his brest his beuer bent.

7
Exceeding wroth was
Guyon
at that blow,

And much ashamd, that stroke of liuing arme

Should him dismay, and make him stoup so low,

Though otherwise it did him litle harme:

Tho hurling high his yron braced arme,

He smote so manly on his shoulder plate,

That all his left side it did quite disarme;

Yet there the steele stayd not, but inly bate

Deepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red floodgate.

8
Deadly dismayd, with horrour of that dint

Pyrochles
was, and grieued eke entyre;

Yet nathemore did it his fury stint,

But added flame vnto his former fire,

That welnigh molt his hart in raging yre,

Ne thenceforth his approued skill, to ward,

Or strike, or hurtle round in warelike gyre,

Remembred he, ne car'd for his saufgard,

But rudely rag'd, and like a cruell Tygre far'd.

9
He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thundred blowes,

And euery way did seeke into his life,

Ne plate, ne male could ward so mighty throwes,

But yielded passage to his cruell knife.

But
Guyon,
in the heat of all his strife,

Was warie wise, and closely did awayt

Auauntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife;

Sometimes a thwart, sometimes he strooke him strayt,

And falsed oft his blowes, t'illude him with such bayt.

10
Like as a Lyon, whose imperiall powre

A prowd rebellious Vnicorne defies,

T'auoide the rash assault and wrathfull stowre

Of his fiers foe, him to a tree applies,

And when him running in full course he spies,

He slips aside; the whiles that furious beast

His precious home, sought of his enimies

Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast,

But to the mighty victour yields a bounteous feast

11
With such faire slight him
Guyon
often faild,

Till at the last all breathlesse, wearie, faint

Him spying, with fresh onset he assaild,

And kindling new his courage seeming queint,

Strooke him so hugely, that through great constraint

He made him stoup perforce vnto his knee,

And do vnwilling worship to the Saint,

That on his shield depainted he did see;

Such homage till that instant neuer learned hee.

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Whom
Guyon
seeing stoup, pursewed fast

The present offer of fair e victory,

And soone his dreadfull blade about he cast,

Wherewith he smote his haughty crest so hye,

That straight on ground made him full low to lye;

Then on his brest his victour foote he thrust,

With that he cryde, Mercy, do me not dye,

Ne deeme thy force by fortunes doome vniust,

That hath (maugre her spight) thus low me laid in dust.

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Eftsoones his cruell hand Sir
Guyon
stayd,

Tempring the passion with aduizement slow,

And maistring might on enimy dismayd:

For th'equall dye of warre he well did know;

Then to him said, Liue and allegaunce owe,

To him that giues thee life and libertie,

And henceforth by this dayes ensample trow,

That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardrie

Do breede repentaunce late, and lasting infamie.

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So vp he let him rise, who with grim looke

And count'naunce sterne vpstanding, gan to grind

His grated teeth for great disdeigne, and shooke

His sandy lockes, long hanging downe behind,

Knotted in bloud and dust, for griefe of mind,

That he in ods of armes was conquered;

Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,

That him so noble knight had maistered,

Whose bounty more then might, yet both he wondered.

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Which
Guyon
marking said, Be nought agrieu'd,

Sir knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre:

Was neuer man, who most conquestes atchieu'd

But sometimes had the worse, and lost by warre,

Yet shortly gaynd, that losse exceeded farre:

Losse is no shame, nor to be lesse then foe,

But to be lesser, then himselfe, doth marre

Both loosers lot, and victours prayse alsoe.

Vaine others ouerthrowes, who selfe doth ouerthrowe.

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Fly, O
Pyrochles,
fly the dreadfull warre,

That in thy selfe thy lesser parts do moue,

Outrageous anger, and woe-working iarre,

Direfull impatience, and hart murdring loue;

Those, those thy foes, those warriours far remoue,

Which thee to endlesse bale captiued lead.

But sith in might thou didst my mercy proue,

Of curtesie to me the cause aread,

That thee against me drew with so impetuous dread.

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Dreadlesse (said he) that shall I soone declare:

It was complaind, that thou hadst done great tort

Vnto an aged woman, poore and bare,

And thralled her in chaines with strong effort,

Voide of all succour and needfull comfort:

That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see,

To worke such shame. Therefore I thee exhort,

To chaunge thy will, and set Occasion free,

And to her captiue sonne yield his first libertee.

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Thereat Sir
Guyon
smilde, And is that all

(Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath?

Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall,

Whose freedome shall thee turne to greatest scath.

Nath'lesse now quench thy whot emboyling wrath:

Loe there they be; to thee I yield them free.

Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the path

Did lightly leape, where he them bound did see,

And gan to breake the banks of their captiuitee.

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Soone as
Occasion
felt her selfe vntyde,

Before her sonne could well assoyled bee,

She to her vse returnd, and streight defyde

Both
Guyon
and
Pyrochles:
th'one (said she)

Bycause he wonne; the other because hee

Was wonne: So matter did she make of nought,

To stirre vp strife, and do them disagree:

But soone as
Furor
was enlargd, she sought

To kindle his quencht fire, and thousand causes wrought.

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It was not long, ere she inflam'd him so,

That he would algates with
Pyrochles
fight,

And his redeemer chalengd for his foe,

Because he had not well mainteind his right,

But yielded had to that same straunger knight:

Now gan
Pyrochles
wex as wood, as hee,

And him affronted with impatient might:

So both together fiers engrasped bee,

Whiles
Guyon
standing by, their vncouth strife does see.

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Him all that while
Occasion
did prouoke

Against
Pyrochles,
and new matter framed

Vpon the old, him stirring to be wroke

Of his late wrongs, in which she oft him blamed

For suffering such abuse, as knighthood shamed,

And him dishabled quite. But he was wise

Ne would with vaine occasions be inflamed;

Yet others she more vrgent did deuise:

Yet nothing could him to impatience entise.

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Their fell contention still increased more,

And more thereby increased
Furors
might,

That he his foe has hurt, and wounded sore,

And him in bloud and durt deformed quight.

His mother eke, more to augment his spight,

Now brought to him a flaming fire brond,

Which she in
Stygian
lake, ay burning bright

Had kindled: that she gaue into his hond,

That annd with fire, more hardly he mote him withstond.

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Tho gan that villein wex so fiers and strong,

That nothing might sustaine his furious forse;

He cast him downe to ground, and all along

Drew him through durt and myre without remorse,

And fowly battered bis comely corse,

That
Guyon
much disdeignd so loathly sight

At last he was compeld to cry perforse,

Helpe, ô Sir
Guyon,
helpe most noble knight,

To rid a wretched man from hands of hellish wight.

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The knight was greatly moued at his plaint,

And gan him dight to succour his distresse,

Till mat the Palmer, by his graue restraint,

Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse;

And said, Deare sonne, thy causelesse ruth represse,

Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne:

He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse,

And his foe fettred would release agayne,

Deserues to tast his follies fruit, repented payne.

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Guyon
obayd; So him away he drew

From needlesse trouble of renewing fight

Already fought, his voyage to pursew.

But rash
Pyrochles
varlet,
Atin
hight,

When late he saw his Lord in heauy plight,

Vnder Sir
Guyons
puissaunt stroke to fall,

Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight,

Fled fast away, to tell his funerall

Vnto his brother, whom
Cymochles
men did call.

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He was a man of rare redoubted might,

Famous throughout the world for warlike prayse,

And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight:

Full many doughtie knights he in his dayes

Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes,

Whose carkases, for terrour of his name,

Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes,

And hong their conquered armes for more defame

On gallow trees, in honour of his dearest Dame.

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His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,

The vile
Acrasia,
that with vaine delightes,

And idle pleasures in her
Bowre
of
Blisse,

Does charme her louers, and the feeble sprightes

Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes:

Whom then she does transforme to monstrous hewes,

And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes,

Captiu'd eternally in yron mewes,

And darksom dens, where
Titan
his face neuer shewes.

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There
Atin
found
Cymochles
soiourning,

To serue his Lemans loue: for he by kind,

Was giuen all to lust and loose liuing,