Chapter_28

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By this the Northerne wagoner had set

His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre

That was in Ocean waves yet never wet,

But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre

To al that in the wide deepe wandring arre;

And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill

Had warned once, that Phœbus fiery carre

In hast was climbing up the Easterne hill,

Full envious that night so long his roome did fill.

When those accursed messengers of hell,

That feigning dreame, and that faire-forged Spright,

Came to their wicked maister, and gan tel

Their bootelesse paines, and ill succeeding night:

Who, all in rage to see his skilfull might

Deluded so, gan threaten hellish paine,

And sad Proserpines wrath, them to affright;

But, when he saw his threatning was but vaine,

He cast about, and searcht his baleful bokes againe.

Eftsoones he tooke that miscreated faire,

And that same other Spright, on whom he spred

A seeming body of the subtle aire,

Like a young Squire, in loves and lusty hed

His wanton daies that ever loosely led,

Without regard of armes and dreaded fight:

Those twoo he tooke, and in a secrete bed,

Covered with darkenes and misdeeming night,

Them both together laid to joy in vaine delight.

Forthwith he runnes with feigned faithfull hast

Unto his guest, who, after troublous sights

And dreames, gan now to take more sound repast;

Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights,

As one aghast with feends or damned sprights,

And to him cals; “Rise, rise! unhappy Swaine,

That here wex old in sleepe, whiles wicked wights

Have knit themselves in Venus shameful chaine:

Come, see where your false Lady doth her honor staine.”

All in amaze he suddenly up start

With sword in hand, and with the old man went;

Who soone him brought into a secret part,

Where that false couple were full closely ment

In wanton lust and lewd embracement:

Which when he saw, he burnt with gealous fire;

The eie of reason was with rage yblent;

And would have slaine them in his furious ire,

But hardly was restreined of that aged sire.

Retourning to his bed in torment great,

And bitter anguish of his guilty sight,

He could not rest; but did his stout heart eat,

And wast his inward gall with deepe despight,

Yrkesome of life, and too long lingring night.

At last faire Hesperus in highest skie

Had spent his lampe, and brought forth dawning light;

Then up he rose, and clad him hastily:

The dwarfe him brought his steed; so both away do fly.

Now when the rosy fingred Morning faire,

Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed,

Had spred her purple robe through deawy aire,

And the high hils Titan discovered,

The royall virgin shooke off drousy hed;

And, rising forth out of her baser bowre,

Lookt for her knight, who far away was fled,

And for her dwarfe, that wont to waite each howre:

Then gan she wail and weepe to see that woeful stowre.

And after him she rode, with so much speede

As her slowe beast could make; but all in vaine,

For him so far had borne his light-foot steede,

Pricked with wrath and fiery fierce disdaine,

That him to follow was but fruitlesse paine:

Yet she her weary limbes would never rest;

But every hil and dale, each wood and plaine,

Did search, sore grieved in her gentle brest,

He so ungently left her, whom she loved best.

But subtill Archimago, when his guests

He saw divided into double parts,

And Una wandring in woods and forrests,

Th’end of his drift, he praisd his divelish arts,

That had such might over true meaning harts:

Yet rests not so, but other meanes doth make,

How he may worke unto her further smarts;

For her he hated as the hissing snake,

And in her many troubles did most pleasure take.

He then devisde himselfe how to disguise;

For by his mighty science he could take

As many formes and shapes in seeming wise,

As ever Proteus to himselfe could make:

Sometime a fowle, sometime a fish in lake,

Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell;

That of himselfe he ofte for feare would quake,

And oft would flie away. O! who can tell

The hidden powre of herbes, and might of Magick spell?

But now seemde best the person to put on

Of that good knight, his late beguiled guest:

In mighty armes he was yclad anon,

And silver shield; upon his coward brest

A bloody crosse, and on his craven crest

A bounch of heares discolourd diversly.

Full jolly knight he seemde, and wel addrest;

And when he sate uppon his courser free,

Saint George himselfe ye would have deemed him to be.

But he, the knight whose semblaunt he did beare,

The true Saint George, was wandred far away,

Still flying from his thoughts and gealous feare:

Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray.

At last him chaunst to meete upon the way

A faithlesse Sarazin, all armde to point,

In whose great shield was writ with letters gay

Sans foy; full large of limbe and every joint

He was, and cared not for God or man a point.

Hee had a faire companion of his way,

A goodly Lady clad in scarlot red,

Purfled with gold and pearle of rich assay;

And like a Persian mitre on her hed

Shee wore, with crowns and owches garnished,

The which her lavish lovers to her gave.

Her wanton palfrey all was overspred

With tinsell trappings, woven like a wave,

Whose bridle rung with golden bels and bosses brave.

With faire disport, and courting dalliaunce,

She intertainde her lover all the way;

But, when she saw the knight his speare advaunce,

She soon left of her mirth and wanton play,

And bad her knight addresse him to the fray,

His foe was nigh at hand. He, prickte with pride,

And hope to winne his Ladies hearte that day,

Forth spurred fast: adowne his coursers side

The red bloud trickling staind the way, as he did ride.

The knight of the Red Crosse, when him he spide

Spurring so hote with rage dispiteous,

Gan fairly couch his speare, and towards ride.

Soone meete they both, both fell and furious,

That, daunted with theyr forces hideous,

Their steeds doe stagger, and amazed stand;

And eke themselves, too rudely rigorous,

Astonied with the stroke of their owne hand,

Doe backe rebutte, and ech to other yealdeth land.

As when two rams, stird with ambitious pride,

Fight for the rule of the rich fleeced flocke,

Their horned fronts so fierce on either side

Doe meete, that, with the terror of the shocke

Astonied, both stand sencelesse as a blocke,

Forgetfull of the hanging victory:

So stood these twaine, unmoved as a rocke,

Both staring fierce, and holding idely

The broken reliques of their former cruelty.

The Sarazin, sore daunted with the buffe,

Snatcheth his sword, and fiercely to him flies;

Who well it wards, and quyteth cuff with cuff:

Each others equall puissance envies,

And through their iron sides with cruell spies

Does seeke to perce; repining courage yields

No foote to foe: the flashing fier flies,

As from a forge, out of their burning shields;

And streams of purple blood new die the verdant fields.

“Curse on that Crosse,” (quoth then the Sarazin,)

“That keepes thy body from the bitter fitt!

Dead long ygoe, I wote, thou haddest bin,

Had not thy charme from thee forwarned itt:

But yet I warne thee now assured sitt,

And hide thy head.” Therewith upon his crest

With rigor so outrageous he smitt,

That a large share it hewd out of the rest,

And glauncing downe his shield from blame him fairly blest.

Who, thereat wondrous wroth, the sleeping spark

Of native vertue gan eftsoones revive;

And at his haughty helmet making mark,

So hugely stroke, that it the steele did rive,

And cleft his head. He, tumbling downe alive,

With bloudy mouth his mother earth did kis,

Greeting his grave: his grudging ghost did strive

With the fraile flesh; at last it flitted is,

Whether the soules doe fly of men that live amis.

The Lady, when she saw her champion fall

Like the old ruines of a broken towre,

Staid not to waile his woefull funerall,

But from him fled away with all her powre;

Who after her as hastily gan scowre,

Bidding the dwarfe with him to bring away

The Sarazins shield, signe of his conqueroure.

Her soone he overtooke, and bad to stay;

For present cause was none of dread her to dismay.

She turning backe, with ruefull countenaunce,

Cride, “Mercy, mercy, Sir, vouchsafe to show

On silly Dame, subject to hard mischaunce,

And to your mighty wil!” Her humblesse low,

In so ritch weedes, and seeming glorious show,

Did much emmove his stout heroïcke heart;

And said, “Deare dame, your suddein overthrow

Much rueth me; but now put feare apart,

And tel both who ye be, and who that tooke your part.”

Melting in teares, then gan she thus lament.

“The wretched woman, whom unhappy howre

Hath now made thrall to your commandement,

Before that angry heavens lift to lowre,

And fortune false betraide me to thy powre,

Was (O! what now availeth that I was?)

Borne the sole daughter of an Emperour;

He that the wide West under his rule has,

And high hath set his throne where Tiberis doth pas.

“He, in the first flowre of my freshest age,

Betrothed me unto the onely haire

Of a most mighty king, most rich and sage:

Was never Prince so faithfull and so faire,

Was never Prince so meeke and debonaire;

But ere my hoped day of spousall shone,

My dearest Lord fell from high honors staire

Into the hands of his accursed fone,

And cruelly was slaine; that shall I ever mone.

“His blessed body, spoild of lively breath,

Was afterward, I know not how, convaid,

And fro me hid: of whose most innocent death

When tidings came to mee, unhappy maid,

O, how great sorrow my sad soule assaid!

Then forth I went his woefull course to find,

And many yeares throughout the world I straid,

A virgin widow; whose deepe wounded mind

With love long time did languish, as the striken hind.

“At last it chaunced this proud Sarazin

To meete me wandring; who perforce me led

With him away, but yet could never win

The Fort, that Ladies hold in soveraigne dread.

There lies he now with foule dishonor dead,

Who, whiles he livde, was called proud Sans foy,

The eldest of three brethren; all three bred

Of one bad sire, whose youngest is Sans joy;

And twixt them both was born the bloody bold Sans loy.

“In this sad plight, friendlesse, unfortunate,

Now miserable I, Fidessa, dwell,

Craving of you, in pity of my state,

To doe none ill, if please ye not doe well.”

He in great passion al this while did dwell,

More busying his quicke eies her face to view,

Then his dull eares to heare what shee did tell;

And said, “faire lady, hart of flint would rew

The undeserved woes and sorrowes, which me shew.

“Henceforth in safe assuraunce may ye rest,

Having both found a new friend to your aid,

And lost an old foe that did you molest:

Better new friend than an old foe is said.”

With chaunge of chear the seeming simple maid

Let fal her eien, as shamefast, to the earth,

And yeelding soft, in that she nought gainsaid,

So forth they rode, he feining seemely merth,

And shee coy lookes: so dainty, they say, maketh derth.

Long time they thus together traveiled;

Til, weary of their way, they came at last

Where grew two goodly trees, that faire did spred

Their armes abroad, with gray mosse overcast;

And their greene leaves, trembling with every blast,

Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round:

The fearefull shepheard, often there aghast,

Under them never sat, ne wont there sound

His mery oaten pipe, but shund th’unlucky ground.

But this good knight, soone as he them can spie,

For the coole shade him thither hastly got:

For golden Phœbus, now ymounted hie,

From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot

Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot,

That living creature mote it not abide;

And his new Lady it endured not.

There they alight, in hope themselves to hide

From the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs a tide.

Faire seemely pleasaunce each to other makes,

With goodly purposes, there as they sit;

And in his falsed fancy he her takes

To be the fairest wight that lived yit;

Which to expresse he bends his gentle wit;

And, thinking of those braunches greene to frame

A girlond for her dainty forehead fit,

He pluckt a bough; out of whose rifte there came

Small drops of gory blood, that trickled down the same.

Therewith a piteous yelling voice was heard,

Crying, “O! spare with guilty hands to teare

My tender sides in this rough rynd embard;

But fly, ah! fly far hence away, for feare

Least to you hap that happened to me heare,

And to this wretched Lady, my deare love;

O, too deare love, love bought with death too deare!”

Astond he stood, and up his heare did hove;

And with that suddein horror could no member move.

At last whenas the dreadfull passion

Was overpast, and manhood well awake,

Yet musing at the straunge occasion,

And doubting much his fence, he thus bespake:

“What voice of damned Ghost from Limbo lake,

Or guilefull spright wandring in empty aire,

Both which fraile men doe oftentimes mistake,

Sends to my doubtful eares these speaches rare,

And ruefull plaints, me bidding guiltlesse blood to spare?”

Then groning deep; “Nor damned Ghost,” (quoth he,)

“Nor guileful sprite to thee these words doth speake;

But once a man, Fradubio, now a tree;

Wretched man, wretched tree! whose nature weake

A cruell witch, her cursed will to wreake,

Hath thus transformed, and plast in open plaines,

Where Boreas doth blow full bitter bleake,

And scorching Sunne does dry my secret vaines;

For though a tree I seme, yet cold and heat me paines.”

“Say on Fradubio, then, or man or tree,”

Quoth then the Knight; “by whose mischievous arts

Art thou misshaped thus, as now I see?

He oft finds med’cine who his griefe imparts,

But double griefs afflict concealing harts,

As raging flames who striveth to suppresse.”

“The author then,” (said he) “of all my smarts,

Is one Duessa, a false sorceresse,

That many errant knights hath broght to wretchednesse.

“In prime of youthly yeares, when corage hott

The fire of love, and joy of chevalree,

First kindled in my breast, it was my lott

To love this gentle Lady, whome ye see

Now not a Lady, but a teeming tree;

With whome, as once I rode accompanyde,

Me chaunced of a knight encountred be,

That had a like faire Lady by his syde;

Like a faire Lady, but did fowle Duessa hyde.

“Whose forged beauty he did take in hand

All other Dames to have exceeded farre:

I in defence of mine did likewise stand,

Mine, that did then shine as the Morning starre.

So both to batteill fierce arraunged arre;

In which his harder fortune was to fall

Under my speare: such is the dye of warre.

His Lady, left as a prise martiall,

Did yield her comely person to be at my call.

“So doubly lov’d of ladies, unlike faire,

Th’one seeming such, the other such indeede,

One day in doubt I cast for to compare

Whether in beauties glorie did exceede:

A Rosy girlond was the victors meede.

Both seemde to win, and both seemde won to bee,

So hard the discord was to be agreede.

Frælissa was as faire as faire mote bee,

And ever false Duessa seemde as faire as shee.

“The wicked witch, now seeing all this while

The doubtfull ballaunce equally to sway,

What not by right she cast to win by guile;

And by her hellish science raisd streight way

A foggy mist, that overcast the day,

And a dull blast, that breathing on her face

Dimmed her former beauties shining ray,

And with foule ugly forme did her disgrace:

Then was she fayre alone, when none was faire in place.

“Then cride she out, ‘Fye, fye! deformed wight,

Whose borrowed beautie now appeareth plaine

To have before bewitched all mens sight:

O! leave her soone, or let her soone be slaine.’

Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine,

Eftsoones I thought her such as she me told,

And would have killed her; but with faigned paine

The false witch did my wrathfull hand withhold:

So left her, where she now is turnd to treen mould.

“Thensforth I tooke Duessa for my Dame,

And in the witch unweeting joyd long time;

Ne ever wist but that she was the same;

Till on a day (that day is everie Prime,

When Witches wont do penance for their crime,)

I chaunst to see her in her proper hew,

Bathing her selfe in origane and thyme:

A filthy foule old woman I did vew,

That ever to have toucht her I did deadly rew.

“Her neather partes misshapen, monstruous,

Were hidd in water, that I could not see;

But they did seeme more foule and hideous,

Then womans shape man would believe to bee.

Thensforth from her most beastly companie

I gan refraine, in minde to slipp away,

Soone as appeard safe opportunitie:

For danger great, if not assurd decay,

I saw before mine eyes, if I were knowne to stray.

“The divelish hag by chaunges of my cheare

Perceiv’d my thought; and, drownd in sleepie night,

With wicked herbes and oyntments did besmeare

My body all, through charmes and magicke might,

That all my senses were bereaved quight:

Then brought she me into this desert waste,

And by my wretched lovers side me pight;

Where now, enclosd in wooden wals full faste,

Banisht from living wights, our wearie daies we waste.”

“But how long time,” said then the Elfin knight,

“Are you in this misformed house to dwell?”

“We may not chaunge,” (quoth he,) “this evil plight,

Till we be bathed in a living well:

That is the terme prescribed by the spell.”

“O! how,” sayd he, “mote I that well out find,

That may restore you to your wonted well?”

“Time and suffised fates to former kynd

Shall us restore; none else from hence may us unbynd.”

The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,

Heard how in vaine Fradubio did lament,

And knew well all was true. But the good knight,

Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,

When all this speech the living tree had spent,

The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,

That from the blood he might be innocent,

And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound:

Then, turning to his Lady, dead with feare her fownd.

Her seeming dead he found with feigned feare,

As all unweeting of that well she knew;

And paynd himselfe with busie care to reare

Her out of carelesse swowne. Her eyelids blew,

And dimmed sight, with pale and deadly hew,

At last she up gan lift: with trembling cheare

Her up he tooke, (too simple and too trew)

And oft her kist. At length, all passed feare,

He set her on her steede, and forward forth did beare.