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Caput. XII.
Argument.
Penardo's tempted oft and yitThe tapre he obtains
He chaiseth burning lust to hell
And ends the Princes pains
He quensheth in the fearfull Lake
The Tapers light anone
He finds sum tombs and sies sum lyn's
Which wer ingraph'd theirone.
1
When hells great Grandame gan her self to ryseFor anger breathing furth dark clouds of smook
And chaist heaun's cheirfull lamp doun through the skyes
Then of his wyde impyre possessione took
Penardo hard a fearfull thundring sound
Lyk Neptune raiging gainst a stormie wind.
2
And lo a fearfull wind did now aryseWith dreidfull thunder, lightning flamms of fyre,
Ane earth-quak and a trembling in the skyes
That seem'd to shak the world's sure fixt empyre
From of his centre & his stedfast statioune
And with proud raige to raise his sure fundatione.
3
Wheir with of all this tryne incontinentHe, seis not one in twinkling of ane ey
But of their feet he might decerne the, prent
In the riche cloth that on the ground did ly
Wheirat Penardo much a mazed stoode
But nothting danted was his courage goode
4
And looking round about whill thus he stardAne other dure he saw wheiron he red
Tak what thow finds within for the prepairde
Thus in the braue Thessaliane was led
By courage and a fearce vndanted mynd
Not feiring hell it self thairin to fynd.
5
The royaltie of this fair roune was ucheAs seem'd the lyik on earth could not be found
The value of the hangings was so much
That from the syling to the paued ground
Did reache all richlie wrought with pearle & gold
Which Hercules great battels did vnfold,
6
Ther hade he slaine the Gyaunt all aloneWho sumtyme rewl't fair Europs fairest yle,
Of whom it got the name of Albeon
And their was seu'ne mouth'd Hydra feirce e're whyle
Whom he by his al-conquering force had slaine
His shafts there, in the monstre did remaine.
7
Their in the Næmeane forrest he hade slaineThe Lyones fearce' the monstre of the Sea
He slew' and fair Exione did obtaine
There the Thessalian Centaurs vanqueist he
Theire Cerberus he bond and Captiue led
And Proserpine frome Pluto's thraldome fred.
8
Theire did he kill Anhteon feirce and boldAnd Nessus there, and Gereon proud of Spaine
And frome Hesperides renoun'd of old
Wheer did the goldin fleiced floks remaine
He theme Frome Atlas daughters did disseuer
And bonde Philotes as a slaue for euer.
9
Theer his tuelf works bred terrour to the eyeAnd trembling fear vnto the boldest hairt
There hade he thrown'e him headlong in the Sea
Who brought to him the strainge Emppyson'd shirt
There he in paine raige sorow, did lament
Tearing the venome that this flesh did rent.
10
And in the mids a piller stoode vprightWheiron a rich and glorious armour lay
Their hung a sheild ingrapht whoes glancing light
The armes of Thessaly did furth display
A boue the which a candle-stick of gold
Did hing which seem'd but one small-lamp to hold.
11
In this fair chamber stoode a glorious bedOf beattin gold Whoes fyrie sparkling flies
Frome pretious stones & diamonds which spred
Their pearsing beam is that dim'd the Prince his eies
The tapers light that in his hand he bure
Gaue place to this more shyning cleir & pure.
12
Four mabre pillers did a table bearOf yellow glanceing Topas fynlie drest
And of transparant cristall stoode a chear
As if it wold inveit the Prince to rest
Who wearied with his toylsum trauell past
This profer'd rest accepted at the last.
13
And gaizing still vpone this glorious warkThe table suddenlie wes ouer spred
By whome he knew not bot he might remark
With fruetefull Ceres danteis it wes clade
Their Bacchus plentie flowe'd till yis braue Prince
Was weill suffeiz'd then all remoued thence.
14
And all this tyme the taper did abydeInto his hand wherone he does deuyse
How he might sauelie lay the same asyde
And rest In the fair bed till Tytan ryse
When presentlie did in the table stand
Ane candle-stick presented to his hand
15
Which as ze hard did our the armour hingWheirof when he the warkmanship espy'd
He did perceaue ingrauen about the ring
Sum lyn's in azure blew thame selfs bewray'd
Whiche if obeyit it ends the ceasles stryfe
Of Lissa's paine and with her paine her lyfe.
16
Of me thow only mak a choisTill thow with sleip thy self repose
I am devysd thy light to hold
Then but suspitione be thow bold.
17
This youth had goth no sleip tuo dayes agoWheir for to rest a great desyre he fand
Bot woundred who so weel his mynd did kno
Assaying if his light theirin wold stand
A suddane fear assaild his hawtie hairt
He trembled, and he quack'd in euerye pairt.
18
And, as a merchant in a darksum nightDoes trauell in a forrest all alone
Wheir he before has sein a fearfull sight
Of robbing Theeues and murtherers, anone
Does feare and faint, and tremble yea and quak's
So he In eury ioynt, and sineu shak's.
19
And wondred what this accident sould meinWhen presentlie their come vnto his thought
The deing Knight he in the cane had sein
Who told him all his trauell was for nought
If once the tortche wer tint or gone; or lost
Lost wer her lyfe, lost all his paine and cost.
20
Then Night begane to hyde her loathed heidRendring her place unto her fo so fair
Whose messinger was cled in crimsone reid
Hurling his fyrie beam's throw glomie aer
Melting the clouds in liquid drops that fall
Moystninge the thristie pearched earth with all,
21
The royall Knight right ioyfull of the dayThat he might bring to end his tedious task
When to the piller whair the armour lay
Whene Titan did his shyning face vnmask
He saw a goldin image which did hold
A table of black Iaspal wreit in gold.
22
And towards him the table poynting wasThe which How soone his arme did rais aloft
The image let't it with his hand furth pas
vewing the courious workmanship so oft
The lyn's he red which shaddowish all deceat
Mischeif, dath, discord, furie, wraith, debait.
Uolcane
this fair and goodly armour wrought
Whiche Venus to her Sone Aneas brought
Whoes vertue frome all tempting tounge defends
And Hope and courage to she hairt it sends
With vigoraus strenth it does the bodie seid
And vanquisheth the Enemie with dreid
Who wears the same shall victor still remaine
And still his hairts desyre he shall obtaine
Inchantment strong or ony secreit traine
Of subtile Foes shall alwayes proue in vaine
No humane strenthe can this enchantment end
Except the Trojanes armour him defend.
Whiche Venus to her Sone Aneas brought
Whoes vertue frome all tempting tounge defends
And Hope and courage to she hairt it sends
With vigoraus strenth it does the bodie seid
And vanquisheth the Enemie with dreid
Who wears the same shall victor still remaine
And still his hairts desyre he shall obtaine
Inchantment strong or ony secreit traine
Of subtile Foes shall alwayes proue in vaine
No humane strenthe can this enchantment end
Except the Trojanes armour him defend.
23
Sure quod the Prince this is a rair devyceThat no deceat nor dainger can assaill
True valour sould be compted bot a vyce
If this wer true the coward should prevaill
Then falset crueltie and all deceat
Should trueth, woorth, valour, vertue, all abait
24
Falset should banishe purest trueth to hellAnd wicked wrong all right should ouerthraw
Folie should wisdome leid as slaue to Sell
And manly mynds of fazards stand in aw
Of humane kynd then to preuent the fall
This euill of euills I'le cut in peices smal.
25
He cutt's the armour which als soft as brasseHe finds and knew it was bot to entrape
Him in a snair (bot Fates ordaind his glasse
To rine his howres of lyfe in Fortuns lape)
For lo suche deu'lish strenth the armes retaind
As in the shirt of Hercules remaind.
26
And sure too great mischeif should haue betydeIf one him self this armour he receau'd
For first the tapre he must lay a syde
Wheir with Laissa's lyfe hade bene bereau'd
And also him with furie, raige, and wraith
Paine, sorow, cair, and greif had brought to death.
27
But Fortune smyld, her looks wer gratiousAnd suffred not frost, storme, haill, cold or raine
A flour so young, so fair, so pratious
With death, decay, or dolour, too be slaine
But ridd of this he searching fand anone
Ane irone doore with this inscriptione.
That dreidfull Dragone heir within does ly
That fosters still the fyre of Lechery
Wherin tuo Princes ar tormented still
And can not be remou'd frome thence, vntill
A Knight shall come whoes chastetie is suche
And whoes good Fortune fauours him so muche.
That fosters still the fyre of Lechery
Wherin tuo Princes ar tormented still
And can not be remou'd frome thence, vntill
A Knight shall come whoes chastetie is suche
And whoes good Fortune fauours him so muche.
As
can not be by aine meins entys'd
To fall into the snairs for him deuys'd
He first must lay his sword & sheilld a syd
Then vnto him the doore shall oppin wyd
Syne proue by strength the weapens for to win
That does the Princes wounds remane within
Wheirwith he must ow'r cum the dragon fearce
Then shall the torments of the Princes cease.
To fall into the snairs for him deuys'd
He first must lay his sword & sheilld a syd
Then vnto him the doore shall oppin wyd
Syne proue by strength the weapens for to win
That does the Princes wounds remane within
Wheirwith he must ow'r cum the dragon fearce
Then shall the torments of the Princes cease.
28
This deuelish dragone was ane feind of HellBred first in floods of fyrie Phlegitone
In whom the fyre of birning lust did dwell
Which sho broght furth from darkest Acherone
And being bred of such infernall broode
She leui'd on fyre, in darknes was her foode,
29
This lustfull fyre throgh all the world she sendWheirwith she hade infect the greattest pairt
Who lyk vnto their mother does intend
In darknes for to quensh their burning smairt
There, help they find, but no releif at all
Till for their mother they haue searchd in hell.
30
Whom Mansay by his airt had brought from thenceVnto this place these Princes to torment
Whose lustfull fyre had bred their owne offence
And first vnto their ruine gaue consent
But loath he was hes sword to lay a pairt
Which brought his foes to woe, to death, and smairt.
31
Yit seing no releefe he layes a sydeHis sword and sheild and fearles fordwart goes
When presentlie the doore brust oppine wyde
And their (a fearfull sight) vnto him shoes
A burning caue that throws owt flamms of fyre
Which from a dragones mouth did still retyre
32
Eune as the dreidfull Salamander liuesAmid the fyre while one the fyre she feids
The fyre her braith her lyfe her essence geues
But fyre she dies in fyre she leues and breids
Eunedo this feind in smook and flamms so bright
Did burn and shyn and glance, and sparkle light.
33
In throgh these flamm's he saw these Princes lay'dOn burning beds of steill lyk furies fel
Wheir hell thay curst and heaune they did obbraid
With many fearfull cry and wofull yell
To sie such galant Princes so tormented
With tears into his eyes he thus lamented,
34
Ah harmeles Soulls so pynd curs'd be the tymeThat Mansayes crewell arte deuysd such pains
His punishment is more then is your cryme
Ah how iniustlie heir he yow detains
Your harme done to your self cryme your owne
To him no spight nor malice had yow showne.
35
Ah eursed by that Zoroastes oldThat first devysd deip incantatioune
Of magick arte, whose spells oft being told
Brings vp that foule infernall natione
The man whoes witt does search furth such one euill
Is foe to man and freind vnto ye Deuill.
36
Ah mightie Ioue that does permit such wrongsAnd does behold thy creaturs thus pynd
Revenge vnto thy glorious self belongs
Mercie thow grantes to a repenting mynd
Ah for thy glories saik in mercie grant
Thow by my hand this feind infernall dant,
37
Nether could fear of terrour yeilding fyreNor world deuoiring monstre him effray
Nor daunt his dauntles hairt that does aspyre
Throw daunger for to gaine great glories pray
This sayd, he swiftly to the monstre hyed
Feir terrour dreid and daunger he defyed.
38
The monstre now with flamming tounge drew neirWith deathe, or lustfull heat him to inflamme
But these her flamms did not on him appeir
Nor could he be molested be the same
She seith that her hoate consumeing fyre
Could not inflamme his spotles chaist desyre.
39
Straight did caste furth a dark blaek foggie smookWhich with the flamme made this a secound hell
Fixt on the Prince her burning eyes did look
Clapping her yrone wings and dreidfull taill
Infixed in this taill wer stings anew
The Prince the Knight the Champione to persue.
40
These stings if thay be fix'd the fleshe withinDoes it infect with filthie lustfull fyre
Of venamous and poysonable sine
And appetites inquenshable desyre
Working throw all the vains, till boyling heat
Makes them the heaune yea God him self forgett.
41
Into her tounge ar also stings infixtWhoes poysone breideth sensuall delight
Which with a gluttonus desyre is mixt
Wallowing in pleasure, plungd in eternall night
Of all forgetfullnes and idle slouth
And sklaueth man to pleas his daintie mouth.
42
For drounkinnes and gluttonnie aloneDrawes efter them a thousand filthie sines
Greif, anger, loue, extremitie, anone
And birning lust throughe all the bodie rins
That memorie, and vnderstanding quyt
Extinguisht ar with lecheryes delyt.
43
It maks a dulnes ow'r the mynd to creipA monstre maks the bodie fatt with rest
And reassone thus it lulleth sound a sleep
Thus man does differ nothing from a beast
These bates in the begining sweitlie moue
But in the end a Cocatrice thay proue.
44
This monstre these her stinges infecting heatIn mortall mynds, infixeth but releif
And howked once allurde with poyson'd baite
She drawes them heidlong vnto all mischeif
At last to deathe and hells eternall paine
From which all hope of blis'd releiffs in vane.
45
None of these stings could in the Prince haue placeWith them she him assayls but all in vane
Wheirfore she fearcelie fordwart flies apace
Ayming with tearing pawes him to haue slaine
And being now heigh rais'd aboue the ground
She beats him with her mightie force a sound.
46
And ayming for to crush him vnto deathIn her sharpe pawes she taks him gredilie
But he (who was not whollie void of breath)
Her by the gorget gripeth speedilie
And had th'enchanted tapre beine a syde
She new'r had gone from thence in hell t'abyde.
47
But yet altho he had no hand but oneHer greislie gorge so stronglie did he grip
That she was forc'd to ryis and with a grone
Her hold about his bodie to let slip
She roar'd she yeld she brayt she billow't lowd
So does the lyons, bulls, boars, coursers prowd.
48
This monsters mouthe lyk to a golfe appeirsAnd their she thinks him quick for to entomb
A filthie smook she throwes before his eyes
Which forc'd him breathles for to leaue that roume
And farther throw the flamms to seek for breath
She roaring still, still gaip'd still threatned death.
49
So Neptune in a raiging storme doeth roreWhen Aeolus his bloystring face ou'r blowes
His rolling billowes fearche beatts the shore
Gaipping his hollow greedie gulfs he showes
Wher in threts to swallow or to wrak
The Plowars of his yrie awfull back.
50
Before she could Penardo ouer reatcheHe came vnto the steillie burning bed
And from Phelarnons breist wheir was the breatche
The daggere pull's when with a weappine cled
The monstre seem'd more heauie sadd and low
Her force moir feble, wearie, fante, and slow.
51
Thus thinks he of this feght to mak ane endAnd with the dagger to bereaue her lyfe
Who with her oppine jawes does her defend
And theirin cacht the dagger which with stryfe
From him sho reft and brak in peeces small
And thus to him no weappine left at all.
52
Betwixt him and the sword her self she settWhich Tropolance his bloodie breist containd
While as such fyre and sulphur furth she let
That all the hous into a fyre remaind
So she a birning Salamander seem'd
But nothing of hir fyre the Prince esteem'd.
53
And yet this kynd of feght was verie strangeThat Hercules the lyk did neuer vew
When ay the Gyant Cacus (in reuenge
Of Italies enormities) he slew
Nor when the Minyan force before him falls
Raising their mightie seige from Theban walls.
54
Nor when he slew the dragone fearce in fightYea none of his tuell labours might be match
To this for that he vsd his strength and might
And with his weapeins did aduantage watch
Tuo hands he hard, Penardo had but one
He weapins als our Champion had none.
55
But now the braue Thessaliane nought amaizdMaks him as he the dragone wold assaill
Who with her winges aboue the ground was rais'd
And to the feght him fearslie did appaill
With opned mouth she preasd on him to flye
Who lightlie leaps a syde and letts her bye.
56
Then pulls he out the bloodie weapine streghtFrom out the deidlie wound and their withall
Him self addresseth brauelie for the feght
Bott loe he sies the dreidfull dragone fall,
With roaring low'd the earth she rudelie tear
Doune tumbling into hell with greiflie fear.
57
A mightie wind made this fair building quaikSo that the greatter pairt theirof doun fell
The earthe began to ryve and with a shak
The edefeice sank dounwards vnto hell.
When lo he was vpon a pleasant plaine
Wheir, of that building did no marck remaine.
58
At last he spyes a fearfull laik in sightWhich restles rowlleth lyk a raiging Sea
Whoes billowes baits their bounding banks with might
That crubs them from destroying libertie
And whoes huge waues with restles noyes did swel
Though Aeolus nere breath'd theiron at all.
59
Wherby he knew it was the verie sameWheir he to qvenshe the tapre should returne
Which being done the strong enchanted flamme
Made all the laik with fear and dreid to burne
At last it raise and lyke a thunder-bolt
With fearfull noyes it pearc'd the azure volt.
60
When as lyk christal all the streame grew cleirThe which before a pitche colour hyd's
No waue no surge no billow did appeir
Bot softlie on the goldin channell slyds
The syluer streame with sweittest murnming sound's
Which wind's, rocks, caues, woods, montanes back redounds.
61
He wounder't much at all these strainge euentsAmaiz'd he stoode and gaiz'd vpon the grounde
When as thrie plesant toumb's to him present's
Them self's, wherin he looks what might be founde
The toumbs of mabre richelye wrought with gold
Wher on these lynes ingraph'd he did behold.
J laughfull
loued and yet
Vnlaughfall was my loue
I'm punisht justlie for my fault
And yet I faultles proue
I die becaus my cryme
Deserueth well to die.
And yit no act nor cryme at all
Committed was by me
First did I slay my foe
And then my foe slew me
And deid, my Syre I brought to wrack,
Such was my destanie
The Palace wheir I dwelt
Was fairest of remoune
By feftie thousand pillers borne
All which my death threw doune
But none can change decrie
Of Fates nor nonraphel
If anie for my name enquire
The former lyne doeth tell.
Vnlaughfall was my loue
I'm punisht justlie for my fault
And yet I faultles proue
I die becaus my cryme
Deserueth well to die.
Committed was by me
First did I slay my foe
And then my foe slew me
And deid, my Syre I brought to wrack,
Such was my destanie
The Palace wheir I dwelt
Was fairest of remoune
By feftie thousand pillers borne
All which my death threw doune
But none can change decrie
Of Fates nor nonraphel
If anie for my name enquire
The former lyne doeth tell.
62
This matchles Champioune was the rat amaiz'dThe meining dark he skairslie could descrye
But that he knew this trophee now was rais'd
And that Phelarnon their intoumbd did lye
For nonraphel he knew his name to be
And on the secound toumbe these ly'ns did sie.
Me to my crewell death
Ambitione surth did call
In my reuenge my natioune wrought
A stranger natiouns fall
And with their fall their owne
Perpetuall infamie
Thus am I ground of all mischief
Ordaind by destanie
Ah curs'd vnhappie loue
Loue was the caus of all
In spoyling of my Riualls lyfe
I spoyld myne owne and all
Then who so ere shall look
On Tropolance his name
Remember loue to be the cause
Of ruine, death, and, shame.
Ambitione surth did call
In my reuenge my natioune wrought
A stranger natiouns fall
And with their fall their owne
Perpetuall infamie
Ordaind by destanie
Ah curs'd vnhappie loue
Loue was the caus of all
In spoyling of my Riualls lyfe
I spoyld myne owne and all
Then who so ere shall look
On Tropolance his name
Remember loue to be the cause
Of ruine, death, and, shame.
63
Penardo was right sorowfull to sieSuch galant Princes so bereft of lyfe
For that be thought that he had made them frie
But at what tyme he took the fatall knyfe
From each of them out of his bloodie breist
Then death from the enchantment them relest
64
Yet more desyre hade he the third to sieAne trembling feir through all his bodie goes
For that he feird Laissa dead to be
And then his longsum trauell should he lose
But now in Thetis azure palace fair
With her to dally Phebus does repair.
65
Then lowring sad cum furthe the cheirles nightOuer earth to spred her sable canoby
Whill as the staitlie birning lamps wer light
Shynning in Ioues heighe palace presentlie
Twixt fear and hope doune lay the Prince vnsein
Vpoune the grasse, soft, fresh sweit, easie, grein.
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