The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes A literal reprint of the earliest complete copy (1517) with variant readings from the editions of 1509, 1554, and 1555 together with introduction notes, glossary, and indexes: By William Edward Mead |
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How he made oblacyon to the goddes Pallas & sayled
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How he made oblacyon to the goddes Pallas & sayled
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XXXVI. How he made oblacyon to the goddes Pallas & sayled ouer the tempestous flode. ca. xxxvj.
So longe we rode ouer hyll and valey
Tyll that we came in to a wyldernes
On euery syde there wylde bestes lay
Ryght straunge and fyerse in sundry lykenes
It was a place of dyssolate derkenes
The ladyes and I were in fere and doubte
Tyll at the last that we were goten oute
Tyll that we came in to a wyldernes
On euery syde there wylde bestes lay
Ryght straunge and fyerse in sundry lykenes
It was a place of dyssolate derkenes
The ladyes and I were in fere and doubte
Tyll at the last that we were goten oute
Of the grete wood vpon a craggy roche
Whan clere Dyana in the scorpyon
Agaynst fayre Phebus began to approche
For to be at her hole opposycyon
We sawe frome ferre a goodly regyon
Where stode a palays hye and precyous
Beyonde an hauen full tempestyous
Whan clere Dyana in the scorpyon
Agaynst fayre Phebus began to approche
For to be at her hole opposycyon
We sawe frome ferre a goodly regyon
Where stode a palays hye and precyous
Beyonde an hauen full tempestyous
Than sayd perseueraunce beholde ye and se
Yonder is the palays gay and gloryous
Of labelle pucelles grete humylyte
A place of pleasure moost solacyous
But then we spyed a fende fallacyous
Beyonde the hauen at the sure entres
Blowynge out fyre by meruaylous wydnes
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Of labelle pucelles grete humylyte
A place of pleasure moost solacyous
But then we spyed a fende fallacyous
Beyonde the hauen at the sure entres
Blowynge out fyre by meruaylous wydnes
The fyre was grete it made the ylonde lyght
He rored loude it semed lyke the thonder
But as me thought he was of grete myght
To knowe his lykenes we were ferre asonder
But of the fyre we dyde often wonder
We axed perceueraunce what that it myght be
Alas quod she with fraude and subtylte
He rored loude it semed lyke the thonder
But as me thought he was of grete myght
To knowe his lykenes we were ferre asonder
But of the fyre we dyde often wonder
We axed perceueraunce what that it myght be
Alas quod she with fraude and subtylte
Of dame straungenes and of dame dysdayne
Whan la belle pucell dyde them so abiecte
Bycause that they myght not reuerte agayne
With mortall enuy they dyde then coniecte
To make a fende in lykewyse to deiecte
Syr graunde amour with the feruent fyre
Of euyll treason to lette his desyre
Whan la belle pucell dyde them so abiecte
Bycause that they myght not reuerte agayne
With mortall enuy they dyde then coniecte
To make a fende in lykewyse to deiecte
Syr graunde amour with the feruent fyre
Of euyll treason to lette his desyre
For dame dysdayne the crafty sorceres
With arte magyke hath wrought full craftely
Of the .vij. metalles a dragon doubtles
And dame straungenes by her nygromancy
Hath closed therin a fende ryght subtylly
That the fyre encenseth by grete outrage
But graunde amoure shall it well aswage
With arte magyke hath wrought full craftely
Of the .vij. metalles a dragon doubtles
And dame straungenes by her nygromancy
Hath closed therin a fende ryght subtylly
That the fyre encenseth by grete outrage
But graunde amoure shall it well aswage
Benethe this roche there is well fortefyed
An olde temple to the laude and glory
Of wyse dame Pallas it was so edyfyed
We wyll ryde vnto it full lyghtly
And do oblacyon vnto her truely
She wyll vs tell by good experyence
How we may scape the brennynge vyolence
An olde temple to the laude and glory
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We wyll ryde vnto it full lyghtly
And do oblacyon vnto her truely
She wyll vs tell by good experyence
How we may scape the brennynge vyolence
So to the temple of dame Pallas
Anone we rode and dyde lyght adowne
Of depured crystall her hole ymage was
The temple walles were ryght olde and browne
And than ryght soone before her hygh renowne
Prostrate we fell mekely to the grounde
And sodaynly we were caste in a swounde
Anone we rode and dyde lyght adowne
Of depured crystall her hole ymage was
The temple walles were ryght olde and browne
And than ryght soone before her hygh renowne
Prostrate we fell mekely to the grounde
And sodaynly we were caste in a swounde
Thus as we lay in a deedly chaunce
We thought to her we made petycyon
And all in englysshe with longe cyrcumstaunce
She shewed vs all the hole condycyon
Of the meruaylous serpentes operacyon
And dyde shewe vs a perfyte remedy
To withstande all the craft of sorcery
We thought to her we made petycyon
And all in englysshe with longe cyrcumstaunce
She shewed vs all the hole condycyon
Of the meruaylous serpentes operacyon
And dyde shewe vs a perfyte remedy
To withstande all the craft of sorcery
And in lykewyse as the maner foloweth
In depured verses of crafty eloquence
Euery thynge vnto vs she sheweth
And fyrst of all with all our dylygence
These verses we sayd vnto her excellence
But she with crafty verses eloquent
Gaue vs an answere full expedyent
In depured verses of crafty eloquence
Euery thynge vnto vs she sheweth
And fyrst of all with all our dylygence
These verses we sayd vnto her excellence
But she with crafty verses eloquent
Gaue vs an answere full expedyent
Whan golden Phebus in the fyrst houre
Of his owne day began for to domyne
The sorceres the falce rote of doloure
All of golde that was so pure and fyne
Of the best made the hede serpentyne
And eke therof she dyde make his face
Full lyke a mayde it was a wonders cace
Of his owne day began for to domyne
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All of golde that was so pure and fyne
Of the best made the hede serpentyne
And eke therof she dyde make his face
Full lyke a mayde it was a wonders cace
And euery oure as the planettes reyned
She made the serpente of theyr metalles seuen
Tyll she her purpose had fully attayned
And whan fyue bodyes aboue on the heuen
Wente retrograde meruaylously to neuen
With dyuers quartyls and the moone combust
In the dragons tayle to lette a louers lust
She made the serpente of theyr metalles seuen
Tyll she her purpose had fully attayned
And whan fyue bodyes aboue on the heuen
Wente retrograde meruaylously to neuen
With dyuers quartyls and the moone combust
In the dragons tayle to lette a louers lust
These cursed wytches dysdayne and straungenes
Made the monster of a subtyll kynde
To let my purpose and all my gladnes
But that dame pallas of her gentyll mynde
Of meruaylous herbes a remedy dyde fynde
And anone a boxe of meruaylous oyntemente
She toke to me to withstonde the serpente
Made the monster of a subtyll kynde
To let my purpose and all my gladnes
But that dame pallas of her gentyll mynde
Of meruaylous herbes a remedy dyde fynde
And anone a boxe of meruaylous oyntemente
She toke to me to withstonde the serpente
Thus all esmeruayled we dyde than awake
And in my hande I had the oyntemente
Closed in a boxe of whiche I sholde take
To anoynte my harneys for the serpente
Whiche shall deuoyde his fyre so feruente
And my swerde also to cause to departe
Astroth the fende so sette with Magyckes arte.
And in my hande I had the oyntemente
Closed in a boxe of whiche I sholde take
To anoynte my harneys for the serpente
Whiche shall deuoyde his fyre so feruente
And my swerde also to cause to departe
Astroth the fende so sette with Magyckes arte.
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Than whan the sonne with his bemes mery
Began to ryse in the fayre morowe graye
All about lyghtynge our emyspery
Exylynge mystes and derke cloudes awaye
And whan we sawe that it was bryght daye
Nere by the ryuage at the last we spyed
A goodly shyppe whiche vnto vs fast hyed
Began to ryse in the fayre morowe graye
All about lyghtynge our emyspery
Exylynge mystes and derke cloudes awaye
And whan we sawe that it was bryght daye
Nere by the ryuage at the last we spyed
A goodly shyppe whiche vnto vs fast hyed
And ryght anone by the ryuage syde
She kest an anker and dyde vs than hayle
With a pele of gonnes at the morowe tyde
Her bonet she valed and gan to stryke sayle
She was ryght large of thre toppes withoute fayle
Her bote she made oute / and sente to the lande
What that we were to knowe and vnderstande
She kest an anker and dyde vs than hayle
With a pele of gonnes at the morowe tyde
Her bonet she valed and gan to stryke sayle
She was ryght large of thre toppes withoute fayle
Her bote she made oute / and sente to the lande
What that we were to knowe and vnderstande
That so dyde walke by the ryuer cost
And with two ladyes we sodaynly met
So whan that they were come to vs almost
Frome theyr shyp bote curyously counterfet
Hayle knyghte they sayd now frome a lady gret
Called dame pacyence we are hyther sente
To knowe your name / and all the hole entente
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So whan that they were come to vs almost
Frome theyr shyp bote curyously counterfet
Hayle knyghte they sayd now frome a lady gret
Called dame pacyence we are hyther sente
To knowe your name / and all the hole entente
What you make here and the ladyes all
Truely quod I ouer this stormy flode
We wolde haue passage now in specyall
Tary she sayde / it were to you not good
There is a serpente eull ryght fyerse and wode
On the other syde / whiche wyll you deuoure
Nay then quod I my name is graunde amoure
Truely quod I ouer this stormy flode
We wolde haue passage now in specyall
Tary she sayde / it were to you not good
There is a serpente eull ryght fyerse and wode
On the other syde / whiche wyll you deuoure
Nay then quod I my name is graunde amoure
I haue dyscomfyted the gyauntes terryble
For la belle pucell the moost fayre lady
And for her sake shall be inuyncyble
Of this grete monster to haue the vyctory
You haue quod they demeaned you nobly
And we anone to our lady pacyence
Wyll gyue of you perfyte Intellygence
For la belle pucell the moost fayre lady
And for her sake shall be inuyncyble
Of this grete monster to haue the vyctory
You haue quod they demeaned you nobly
And we anone to our lady pacyence
Wyll gyue of you perfyte Intellygence
Thus they departed and to theyr bote they wente
And the ryall shyppe yclypped perfytnes
They dyde a borde and than incontynente
Vnto dame pacyence they gan to expres
My name / myn actes / and all my prowes
Ha ha quod she how gladde may I now be
Whiche in this place may hym bothe here and se
And the ryall shyppe yclypped perfytnes
They dyde a borde and than incontynente
Vnto dame pacyence they gan to expres
My name / myn actes / and all my prowes
Ha ha quod she how gladde may I now be
Whiche in this place may hym bothe here and se
And in grete hast she made them rowe agayne
Towarde the lande with all due reuerence
For to receyue me and the ladyes certayne
And so we than with all our dylygence
Entred the bote without resystence
And dyde aborde than perfytnes so sure
Whiche the grete wawes myght ryght well endure
Towarde the lande with all due reuerence
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And so we than with all our dylygence
Entred the bote without resystence
And dyde aborde than perfytnes so sure
Whiche the grete wawes myght ryght well endure
And pacyence with grete solempnyte
Dyde me receyue and the ladyes also
Welcome she sayd by hye auctoryte
I am ryght gladde that it hath happed so
That la belle pucell must redresse your wo
And on your selfe with your worthy dedes
Of fame and her hath wonne ryghte hye medes
Dyde me receyue and the ladyes also
Welcome she sayd by hye auctoryte
I am ryght gladde that it hath happed so
That la belle pucell must redresse your wo
And on your selfe with your worthy dedes
Of fame and her hath wonne ryghte hye medes
And then theyr anker they weyed in hast
And hoyst theyr sayle / whan many a claryon
Began to blowe / the mornynge was past
But Afrycus Auster made surreccyon
Blowynge his belowes by grete occasyon
So forthe we sayled ryght playne southwest
On the other syde where the serpente dyde rest.
And hoyst theyr sayle / whan many a claryon
Began to blowe / the mornynge was past
But Afrycus Auster made surreccyon
Blowynge his belowes by grete occasyon
So forthe we sayled ryght playne southwest
On the other syde where the serpente dyde rest.
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How he made oblacyon to the goddes Pallas & sayled
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The Pastime of Pleasure by Stephen Hawes | |