The Faerie Queene (16 page)

On cursed tree, of that vnspotted lam,

That for the sinnes of all the world was kilt:

Now are they Saints all in that Citie sam,

More deare vnto their God, then younglings to their dam.

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Till now, said then the knight, I weened well,

That great
Cleopolis,
where I haue beene,

In which that fairest
Faerie Queene
doth dwell

The fairest Citie was, that might be seene;

And that bright towre all built of christall cleene,

Panthea,
seemd the brightest thing, that was:

But now by proofe all otherwise I weene;

For this great Citie that does far surpas,

And this bright Angels towre quite dims that towre of glas.

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Most trew, then said the holy aged man;

Yet is
Cleopolis
for earthly frame,

The fairest peece, that eye beholden can:

And well beseemes all knights of noble name,

That couet in th'immortall booke of fame

To be eternized, that same to haunt,

And doen their sendee to that soueraigne Dame,

That glorie does to them for guerdon graunt:

For she is heauenly borne, and heauen may iustly vaunt

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And thou faire ymp, sprong out from English race,

How euer now accompted Elfins sonne,

Well worthy doest thy seruice for her grace,

To aide a virgin desolate foredonne.

But when thou famous victorie hast wonne,

And high emongst all knights hast hong thy shield,

Thenceforth the suit of earthly conquest shonne,

And wash thy hands from guilt of bloudy field:

For bloud can nought but sin, & wars but sorrowes yield.

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Then seeke this path, that I to thee presage,

Which after all to heauen shall thee send;

Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage

To yonder same
Hierusalem
do bend,

Where is for thee ordaind a blessed end:

For thou emongst those Saints, whom thou doest see,

Shalt be a Saint, and thine owne nations frend

And Patrone: thou Saint
George
shalt called bee,

Saint
George
of mery England, the signe of victoree.

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Vnworthy wretch (quoth he) of so great grace,

How dare I thinke such glory to attaine?

These that haue it attaind, were in like cace

(Quoth he) as wretched, and liu'd in like paine.

But deeds of armes must I at last be faine.

And Ladies loue to leaue so dearely bought?

What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine,

(Said he) and battailes none are to be fought?

As for loose loues they'are vaine, and vanish into nought.

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O let me not (quoth he) then turne againe

Backe to the world, whose ioyes so fruitlesse are;

But let me here for aye in peace remaine,

Or streight way on that last long voyage fare,

That nothing may my present hope empare.

That may not be (said he) ne maist thou yit

Forgo that royall maides bequeathed care,

Who did her cause into thy hand commit,

Till from her cursed foe thou haue her freely quit.

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Then shall I soone, (quoth he) so God me grace,

Abet that virgins cause disconsolate,

And shortly backe returne vnto this place,

To walke this way in Pilgrims poore estate.

But now aread, old father, why of late

Didst thou behight me borne of English blood,

Whom all a Faeries sonne doen nominate?

That word shall I (said he) auouchen good,

Sith to thee is vnknowne the cradle of thy brood.

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For well I wote, thou springst from ancient race

Of
Saxon
kings, that haue with mightie hand

And many bloudie battailes fought in place

High reard their royall throne in
Britane
land,

And vanquisht them, vnable to withstand:

From thence a Faerie thee vnweeting reft,

There as thou slepst in tender swadling band,

And her base Elfin brood there for thee left.

Such men do Chaungelings call, so chaunged by Faeries theft.

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Thence she thee brought into this Faerie lond,

And in an heaped furrow did thee hyde,

Where thee a Ploughman all vnweeting fond,

As he his toylesome teme that way did guyde,

And brought thee vp in ploughmans state to byde,

Whereof
Georgos
he thee gaue to name;

Till prickt with courage, and thy forces pryde,

To Faery court thou cam'st to seeke for fame,

And proue thy puissaunt armes, as seemes thee best became.

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O holy Sire (quoth he) how shall I quight

The many fauours I with thee haue found,

That hast my name and nation red aright,

And taught the way that does to heauen bound?

This said, adowne he looked to the ground,

To haue returnd, but dazed were his eyne,

Through passing brightnesse, which did quite confound

His feeble sence, and too exceeding shyne.

So darke are earthly things compard to things diuine.

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At last whenas himselfe he gan to find,

To
Vna
back he cast him to retire;

Who him awaited still with pensiue mind.

Great thankes and goodly meed to that good syre,

He thence departing gaue for his paines hyre.

So came to
Vna,
who him ioyd to see,

And after litle rest, gan him desire,

Of her aduenture mindfull for to bee.

So leaue they take of
Coelia,
and her daughters three.

The knight with that old Dragon fights
   two dayes incessantly:
The third him ouerthrowes, and gay ns
   most glorious victory.

1
High time now gan it wex for
Vna
faire,

To thinke of those her captiue Parents deare,

And their forwasted kingdome to repaire:

Whereto whenas they now approched neare,

With hartie words her knight she gan to cheare,

And in her modest manner thus bespake;

Deare knight, as deare, as euer knight was deare,

That all these sorrowes suffer for my sake,

High heauen behold the tedious toyle, ye for me take.

2
Now are we come vnto my natiue soyle,

And to the place, where all our perils dwell;

Here haunts that feend, and does his dayly spoyle,

Therefore henceforth be at your keeping well,

And euer ready for your foeman fell.

The sparke of noble courage now awake,

And striue your excellent selfe to excell;

That shall ye euermore renowmed make,

Aboue all knights on earth, that batteill vndertake.

3
And pointing forth, lo yonder is (said she)

The brasen towre in which my parents deare

For dread of that huge feend emprisond be

Whom I from far, see on the walles appeare

Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare:

And on the top of all I do espye

The watchman wayting tydings glad to heare,

That ô my parents might I happily

Vnto you bring, to ease you of your misery.

4
With that they heard a roaring hideous sound,

That all the ayre with terrour filled wide,

And seemd vneath to shake the stedfast ground,

Eftsoones that dreadfull Dragon they espide,

Where stretcht he lay vpon the sunny side,

Of a great hill, himselfe like a great hill.

But all so soone, as he from far descride

Those glistring armes, that heauen with light did fill,

He rousd himselfe full blith, and hastned them vntill.

5
Then bad the knight his Lady yede aloofe,

And to an hill her selfe withdraw aside,

From whence she might behold that battailles proof

And eke be safe from daunger far descryde:

She him obayd, and turnd a little wyde.

Now O thou sacred Muse, most learned Dame,

Faire ympe of
Phœbus,
and his aged bride,

The Nourse of time, and euerlasting fame,

That warlike hands ennoblest with immortall name;

6
O gently come into my feeble brest,

Come gently, but not with that mighty rage,

Wherewith the martiall troupes thou doest infest,

And harts of great Heroes doest enrage,

That nought their kindled courage may aswage,

Soone as thy dreadfull trompe begins to sownd;

The God of warre with his fiers equipage

Thou doest awake, sleepe neuer he so sownd,

And scared nations doest with horrour sterne astownd.

7
Faire Goddesse lay that furious fit aside,

Till I of warres and bloudy
Mars
do sing,'

And Briton fields with Sarazin bloud bedyde,

Twixt that great faery Queene and Paynim king,

That with their horrour heauen and earth did ring,

A worke of labour long, and endlesse prayse:

But now a while let downe that haughtie string,

And to my tunes thy second tenor rayse,

That I this man of God his godly armes may blaze.

8
By this the dreadfull Beast drew nigh to hand,

Halfe flying, and halfe footing in his hast,

That with his largenesse measured much land,

And made wide shadow vnder his huge wast;

As mountaine doth the valley ouercast.

Approching nigh, he reared high afore

His body monstrous, horrible, and vaste,

Which to increase his wondrous greatnesse more,

Was swolne with wrath, & poyson, & with bloudy gore.

9
And ouer, all with brasen scales was armd,

like plated coate of steele, so couched neare,

That nought mote perce, ne might his corse be harmd

With dint of sword, nor push of pointed speare;

Which as an Eagle, seeing pray appeare,

His aery plumes doth rouze, full rudely dight,

So shaked he, that horrour was to heare,

For as the clashing of an Armour bright,

Such noyse his rouzed scales did send vnto the knight.

10
His flaggy wings when forth he did display,

Were like two sayles, in which the hollow wynd

Is gathered full, and worketh speedy way:

And eke the pennes, that did his pineons bynd

Were like mayne-yards, with flying canuas lynd,

With which whenas him list the ayre to beat,

And there by force vnwonted passage find,

The cloudes before him fled for terrour great,

And all the heauens stood still amazed with his threat.

11
His huge long tayle wound vp in hundred foldes,

Does ouerspred his long bras-scaly backe,

Whose wreathed boughts when euer he vnfoldes,

And thicke entangled knots adown does slacke.

Bespotted as with shields of red and blacke,

It sweepeth all the land behind him farre,

And of three furlongs does but litle lacke;

And at the point two stings in-fixed arre,

Both deadly sharpe, that sharpest steele exceeden farre.

12
But stings and sharpest steele did far exceed

The sharpnesse of his cruell rending clawes;

Dead was it sure, as sure as death in deed,

What euer thing does touch his rauenous pawes,

Or what within his reach he euer drawes.

But his most hideous head my toung to tell,

Does tremble: for his deepe deuouring iawes

Wide gaped, like the griesly mouth of hell,

Through which into his dark abisse all rauin fell.

13
And that more wondrous was, in either iaw

Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were,

In which yet trickling bloud and gobbets raw

Of late deuoured bodies did appeare,

That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare:

Which to increase, and all atonce to kill,

A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphur seare

Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still,

That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.

14
His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shields,

Did burne with wrath, and sparkled liuing fyre;

As two broad Beacons, set in open fields,

Send forth their flames farre off to euery shyre,

And warning giue, that enemies conspyre,

With fire and sword the region to inuade;

So flam'd his eyne with rage and rancorous yre:

But farre within, as in a hollow glade,

Those glaring lampes were set, that made a dreadfull shade.

15
So dreadfully he towards him did pas,

Forelifting vp aloft his speckled brest,

And often bounding on the brused gras,

As for great ioyance of his newcome guest.

Eftsoones he gan aduance his haughtie crest,

As chauffed Bore his bristles doth vpreare,

And shoke his scales to battell readie drest;

That made the
Redcrosse
knight nigh quake for feare,

As bidding bold defiance to his foeman neare.

16
The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,

And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might:

The pointed steele arriuing rudely theare,

His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,

But glauncing by forth passed forward right;

Yet sore amoued with so puissant push,

The wrathfull beast about him turned light,

And him so rudely passing by, did brush

With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.

17
Both horse and man vp lightly rose againe,

And fresh encounter towards him addrest:

But th'idle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine,

And found no place his deadly point to rest.

Exceeding rage enflam'd the furious beast,

To be auenged of so great despight;

For neuer felt his imperceable brest

So wondrous force, from hand of liuing wight;

Yet had he prou'd the powre of many a puissant knight.

18
Then with his wauing wings displayed wyde,

Himselfe vp high he lifted from the ground,

And with strong flight did forcibly diuide

The yielding aire, which nigh too feeble found

Her flitting partes, and element vnsound,

To beare so great a weight: he cutting way

With his broad sayles, about him soared round:

At last low stouping with vnweldie sway,

Snatcht vp both horse & man, to beare them quite away.

19
Long he them bore aboue the subiect plaine,

So farre as Ewghen bow a shaft may send,

Till struggling strong did him at last constraine,

To let them downe before his flightes end:

As hagard hauke presuming to contend

With hardie fowle, aboue his hable might,

His wearie pounces all in vaine doth spend,

To trusse the pray too heauie for his flight;

Which conuning downe to ground, does free it selfe by fight.

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He so disseized of his gryping grosse,

The knight his thrillant speare againe assayd

In his bras-plated body to embosse,

And three mens strength vnto the stroke he layd;

Wherewith the stiffe beame quaked, as affrayd,

And glauncing from his scaly necke, did glyde

Close vnder his left wing, then broad displayd.

The percing steele there wrought a wound full wyde,

That with the vncouth smart the Monster lowdly cryde.

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He cryde, as raging seas are wont to rore,

When wintry storme his wrathfull wreck does threat,

The rolling billowes beat the ragged shore,

As they the earth would shoulder from her seat,

And greedie gulfe does gape, as he would eat

His neighbour element in his reuenge:

Then gin the blustring brethren boldly threat,

To moue the world from off his stedfast henge,

And boystrous battell make, each other to auenge.

22
The steely head stucke fast still in his flesh,

Till with his cruell clawes he snatcht the wood,

And quite a sunder broke. Forth flowed fresh

A gushing riuer of blacke goarie blood,

That drowned all the land, whereon he stood;

The streame thereof would driue a water-mill.

Trebly augmented was his furious mood

With bitter sense of his deepe rooted ill,

That flames of fire he threw forth from his large nosethrill

23
His hideous tayle then hurled he about,

And therewith all enwrapt die nimble thyes

Of his froth-fomy steed, whose courage stout

Striuing to loose the knot, that fast him tyes,

Himselfe in streighter bandes too rash implyes,

That to the ground he is perforce constraynd

To throw his rider: who can quickly ryse

From off the earth, with durty bloud distaynd,

For that reprochfull fall right fowly he disdaynd.

24
And fiercely tooke his trenchand blade in hand,

With which he stroke so furious and so fell,

That nothing seemd the puissance could withstand.

Vpon his crest the hardned yron fell,

But his more hardned crest was armd so well,

That deeper dint therein it would not make;

Yet so extremely did the buffe him quell,

That from thenceforth he shund the like to take,

But when he saw them come, he did them still forsake.

25
The knight was wroth to see his stroke beguyld,

And smote againe with more outrageous might;

But backe againe the sparckling steele recoyld,

And left not any marke, where it did light;

As if in Adamant rocke it had bene pight.

The beast impatient of his smarting wound,

And of so fierce and forcible despight,

Thought with his wings to stye aboue the ground;

But his late wounded wing vnseruiceable found.

26
Then full of griefe and anguish vehement,

He lowdly brayd, that hke was neuer heard,

And from his wide deuouring ouen sent

A flake of fire, that flashing in his beard,

Him all amazd, and almost made affeard:

The scorching flame sore swinged all his face,

And through his armour all his bodie seard,

That he could not endure so cruell cace,

But thought his armes to leaue, and helmet to vnlace.

27
Not that great Champion of the antique world,

Whom famous Poetes verse so much doth vaunt,

And hath for twelue huge labours high extold,

So many furies and sharpe fits did haunt,

When him the poysoned garment did enchaunt

With
Centaures
bloud, and bloudie verses charm'd,

As did this knight twelue thousand dolours daunt,

Whom fyrie steele now burnt, that earst him arm'd,

That erst him goodly arm'd, now most of all him harm'd.

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Faint, wearie, sore, emboyled, grieued, brent

With heat, toyle, woimds, armes, smart, & inward fire

That neuer man such mischiefes did torment;

Death better were, death did he oft desire,

But death will neuer come, when needes require.

Whom so dismayd when that his foe beheld.

He cast to suffer him no more respire,

But gan his sturdie sterne about to weld,

And him so strongly stroke, that to the ground him feld.