The Faerie Queene

by Edmund Spenser

  CANTO V

  Prince Arthur heares of Florimell:

  three fosters Timias wound,

  Belphebe finds him almost dead,

  and reareth out of sownd.

  1 Wonder it is to see, in diuerse minds,

  How diuersly loue doth his pageants play,

  And shewes his powre in variable kinds:

  The baser wit, whose idle thoughts alway

  Are wont to cleaue vnto the lowly clay,

  It stirreth vp to sensuall desire,

  And in lewd slouth to wast his carelesse day:

  But in braue sprite it kindles goodly fire,

  That to all high desert and honour doth aspire.

  2 Ne suffereth it vncomely idlenesse,

  In his free thought to build her sluggish nest:

  Ne suffereth it thought of vngentlenesse,

  Euer to creepe into his noble brest,

  But to the highest and the worthiest

  Lifteth it vp, that else would lowly fall:

  It lets not fall, it lets it not to rest:

  It lets not scarse this Prince to breath at all,

  But to his first poursuit him forward still doth call.

  3 Who long time wandred through the forrest wyde,

  To finde some issue thence, till that at last

  He met a Dwarfe, that seemed terrifyde

  With some late perill, which he hardly past,

  Or other accident, which him aghast,

  Of whom he asked, whence he lately came,

  And whither now he trauelled so fast:

  For sore he swat, and running through that same

  Thicke forest, was bescratcht, & both his feet nigh lame.

  4 Panting for breath, and almost out of hart,

  The Dwarfe him answerd, Sir, ill mote I stay

  To tell the same. I lately did depart

  From Faery court, where I haue many a day

  Serued a gentle Lady of great sway,

  And high accompt through out all Elfin land,

  Who lately left the same, and tooke this way:

  Her now I seeke, and if ye vnderstand

  Which way she fared hath, good Sir tell out of hand.

  5 What mister wight (said he) and how arayd?

  Royally clad (quoth he) in cloth of gold,

  As meetest may beseeme a noble mayd;

  Her faire lockes in rich circlet be enrold,

  A fairer wight did neuer Sunne behold,

  And on a Palfrey rides more white then snow,

  Yet she her selfe is whiter manifold:

  The surest signe, whereby ye may her know,

  Is, that she is the fairest wight aliue, I trow.

  6 Now certes swaine (said he) such one I weene,

  Fast flying through this forest from her fo,

  A foule ill fauoured foster, I haue seene;

  Her selfe, well as I might, I reskewd tho,

  But could not stay; so fast she did foregoe,

  Carried away with wings of speedy feare.

  Ah dearest God (quoth he) that is great woe,

  And wondrous ruth to all, that shall it heare.

  But can ye read Sir, how I may her find, or where?

  7 Perdy me leuer were to weeten that,

  (Said he) then ransome of the richest knight,

  Or all the good that euer yet I gat:

  But froward fortune, and too forward Night

  Such happinesse did, maulgre, to me spight,

  And fro me reft both life and light attone.

  But Dwarfe aread, what is that Lady bright,

  That through this forest wandreth thus alone;

  For of her errour straunge I haue great ruth and mone.

  8 That Lady is (quoth he) where so she bee,

  The bountiest virgin, and most debonaire,

  That euer liuing eye I weene did see;

  Liues none this day, that may with her compare

  In stedfast chastitie and vertue rare,

  The goodly ornaments of beautie bright;

  And is ycleped Florimell the faire,

  Faire Florimell belou’d of many a knight,

  Yet she loues none but one, that Marinell is hight.

  9 A Sea-nymphes sonne, that Marinell is hight,

  Of my deare Dame is loued dearely well;

  In other none, but him, she sets delight,

  All her delight is set on Marinell;

  But he sets nought at all by Florimell:

  For Ladies loue his mother long ygoe

  Did him, they say, forwarne through sacred spell

  But fame now flies, that of a forreine foe

  He is yslaine, which is the ground of all our woe.

  10 Hue dayes there be, since he (they say) was slaine,

  And foure, since Florimell the Court for-went,

  And vowed neuer to returne againe,

  Till him aliue or dead she did inuent.

  Therefore, faire Sir, for loue of knighthood gent,

  And honour of trew Ladies, if ye may

  By your good counsell, or bold hardiment,

  Or succour her, or me direct the way;

  Do one, or other good, I you most humbly pray.

  11 So may you gaine to you full great renowme,

  Of all good Ladies through the world so wide,

  And haply in her hart find highest rowme,

  Of whom ye seeke to be most magnifide:

  At least eternall meede shall you abide.

  To whom the Prince; Dwarfe, comfort to thee take,

  For till thou tidings learne, what her betide,

  I here auow thee neuer to forsake.

  Ill weares he armes, that nill them vse for Ladies sake.

  12 So with the Dwarfe he backe return’d againe,

  To seeke his Lady, where he mote her find;

  But by the way he greatly gan complaine

  The want of his good Squire late left behind,

  For whom he wondrous pensiue grew in mind,

  For doubt of daunger, which mote him betide;

  For him he loued aboue all mankind,

  Hauing him trew and faithfull euer tride,

  And bold, as euer Squire that waited by knights side.

  13 Who all this while full hardly was assayd

  Of deadly daunger, which to him betid;

  For whiles his Lord pursewd that noble Mayd,

  After that foster fowle he fiercely rid,

  To bene auenged of the shame, he did

  To that faire Damzell: Him he chaced long

  Through the thicke woods, wherein he would haue hid

  His shamefull head from his auengement strong,

  And oft him threatned death for his outrageous wrong.

  14 Nathlesse the villen sped himselfe so well,

  Whether through swiftnesse of his speedy beast;

  Or knowledge of those woods, where he did dwell,

  That shortly he from daunger was releast,

  And out of sight escaped at the least;

  Yet not escaped from the dew reward

  Of his bad deeds, which dayly he increast,

  Ne ceased not, till him oppressed hard

  The heauy plague, that for such leachours is prepard.

  15 For soone as he was vanisht out of sight,

  His coward courage gan emboldned bee,

  And cast t’auenge him of that fowle despight,

  Which he had borne of his bold enimee.

  Tho to his brethren came: for they were three

  Vngratious children of one gracelesse sire,

  And vnto them complained, how that he

  Had vsed bene of that foolehardy Squire;

  So them with bitter words he stird to bloudy ire.

  16 Forthwith themselues with their sad instruments

  Of spoyle and murder they gan arme byliue,

  And with him forth into the forest went,

  To wreake the wrath, which he did earst reuiue

  In their sterne brests, on him which l
ate did driue

  Their brother to reproch and shamefull flight:

  For they had vow’d, that neuer he aliue

  Out of that forest should escape their might;

  Vile rancour their rude harts had fild with such despight.

  17 Within that wood there was a couert glade,

  Foreby a narrow foord, to them well knowne,

  Through which it was vneath for wight to wade;

  And now by fortune it was ouerflowne:

  By that same way they knew that Squire vnknowne

  Mote algates passe; for thy themselues they set

  There in await, with thicke woods ouer growne,

  And all the while their malice they did whet

  With cruell threats, his passage through the ford to let.

  18 It fortuned, as they deuized had,

  The gentle Squire came ryding that same way,

  Vnweeting of their wile and treason bad,

  And through the ford to passen did assay;

  But that fierce foster, which late fled away,

  Stoutly forth stepping on the further shore,

  Him boldly bad his passage there to stay,

  Till he had made amends, and full restore

  For all the damage, which he had him doen afore.

  19 With that at him a quiu’ring dart he threw,

  With so fell force and villeinous despighte,

  That through his haberieon the forkehead flew,

  And through the linked mayles empierced quite,

  But had no powre in his soft flesh to bite:

  That stroke the hardy Squire did sore displease,

  But more that him he could not come to smite;

  For by no meanes the high banke he could sease,

  But labour’d long in that deepe ford with vaine disease.

  20 And still the foster with his long bore-speare

  Him kept from landing at his wished will;

  Anone one sent out of the thicket neare

  A cruell shaft, headed with deadly ill,

  And fethered with an vnlucky quill;

  The wicked steele stayd not, till it did light

  In his left thigh, and deepely did it thrill:

  Exceeding griefe that wound in him empight,

  But more that with his foes he could not come to fight.

  21 At last through wrath and vengeaunce making way,

  He on the bancke arriu’d with mickle paine,

  Where the third brother him did sore assay,

  And droue at him with all his might and maine

  A forrest bill, which both his hands did straine;

  But warily he did auoide the blow,

  And with his speare requited him againe,

  That both his sides were thrilled with the throw,

  And a large streame of bloud cut of the wound did flow.

  22 He tombling downe, with gnashing teeth did bite

  The bitter earth, and bad to let him in

  Into the balefull house of endlesse night,

  Where wicked ghosts do waile their former sin.

  Tho gan the battell freshly to begin;

  For nathemore for that spectacle bad,

  Did th’other two their cruell vengeaunce blin,

  But both attonce on both sides him bestad,

  And load vpon him layd, his life for to haue had.

  23 Tho when that villain he auiz’d, which late

  Affrighted had the fairest Florimell,

  Full of fiers fury, and indignant hate,

  To him he turned, and with rigour fell

  Smote him so rudely on the Pannikell,

  That to the chin he cleft his head in twaine:

  Downe on the ground his carkas groueling fell;

  His sinfull soule with desperate disdaine,

  Out of her fleshly ferme fled to the place of paine.

  24 That seeing now the onely last of three,

  Who with that wicked shaft him wounded had,

  Trembling with horrour, as that did foresee

  The fearefull end of his auengement sad,

  Through which he follow should his brethren bad,

  His bootelesse bow in feeble hand vpcaught,

  And therewith shot an arrow at the lad;

  Which faintly fluttring, scarce his helmet raught,

  And glauncing fell to ground, but him annoyed naught.

  25 With that he would haue fled into the wood;

  But Timias him lightly ouerhent,

  Right as he entring was into the flood,

  And strooke at him with force so violent,

  That headlesse him into the foord he sent:

  The carkas with the streame was carried downe,

  But th’head fell backeward on the Continent.

  So mischief fel vpon the meaners crowne;

  They three be dead with shame, the Squire liues with renowne.

  26 He liues, but takes small ioy of his renowne;

  For of that cruell wound he bled so sore,

  That from his steed he fell in deadly swowne;

  Yet still the bloud forth gusht in so great store,

  That he lay wallowd all in his owne gore.

  Now God thee keepe, thou gentlest Squire aliue,

  Else shall thy louing Lord thee see no more,

  But both of comfort him thou shalt depriue,

  And eke thyselfe of honour, which thou didst atchiue.

  27 Prouidence heauenly passeth liuing thought,

  And doth for wretched mens reliefe make way;

  For loe great grace or fortune thither brought

  Comfort to him, that comfortlesse now lay.

  In those same woods, ye well remember may,

  How that a noble hunteresse did wonne,

  She, that base Braggadochio did affray,

  And made him fast out of the forrest runne;

  Belphœbe was her name, as faire as Phœbus sunne.

  28 She on a day, as she pursewd the chace

  Of some wild beast, which with her arrowes keene

  She wounded had, the same along did trace

  By tract of bloud, which she had freshly seene,

  To haue besprinckled all the grassy greene;

  By the great persue, which she there perceau’d,

  Well hoped she the beast engor’d had beene,

  And made more hast, the life to haue bereau’d:

  But ah, her expectation greatly was deceau’d.

  29 Shortly she came, whereas that woefull Squire

  With bloud deformed, lay in deadly swownd:

  In whose faire eyes, like lamps of quenched fire,

  The Christall humour stood congealed rownd;

  His locks, like faded leaues fallen to grownd,

  Knotted with bloud, in bounches rudely ran,

  And his sweete lips, on which before that stownd

  The bud of youth to blossome faire began,

  Spoild of their rosie red, were woxen pale and wan.

  30 Saw neuer liuing eye more heauy sight,

  That could haue made a rocke of stone to rew,

  Or riue in twaine: which when that Lady bright

  Besides all hope with melting eyes did vew,

  All suddeinly abasht she chaunged hew,

  And with sterne honour backward gan to start:

  But when she better him beheld, she grew

  Full of soft passion and vnwonted smart:

  The point of pitty perced through her tender hart.

  31 Meekely she bowed downe, to weete if life

  Yet in his frosen members did remaine,

  And feeling by his pulses beating rife,

  That the weake soule her seat did yet retaine,

  She cast to comfort him with busie paine:

  His double folded necke she reard vpright.

  And rubd his temples, and each trembling vaine;

  His mayled haberieon she did vndight,

  And from his head his heauy burganet did light.

  32 Into the woods
thenceforth in hast she went,

  To seeke for hearbes, that mote him remedy;

  For she of harbes had great intendiment,

  Taught of the Nymphe, which from her infancy

  Her nourced had in trew Nobility:

  There, whether it diuine Tobacco were,

  Or Panachœa, or Polygony,

  She found, and brought it to her patient deare

  Who al this while lay bleeding out his hart-bloud neare.

  33 The soueraigne weede betwixt two marbles plaine

  She pownded small, and did in peeces bruze,

  And then atweene her lilly handes twaine,

  Into his wound the iuyce thereof did scruze,

  And round about, as she could well it vze,

  The flesh therewith she suppled and did steepe,

  T’abate all spasme, and soke the swelling bruze,

  And after hauing searcht the intuse deepe,

  She with her scarfe did bind the wound from cold to keepe.

  34 By this he had sweet life recur’d againe,

  And groning inly deepe, at last his eyes,

  His watry eyes, drizling like deawy raine,

  He vp gan lift toward the azure skies,

  From whence descend all hopelesse remedies:

  Therewith he sigh’d, and turning him aside,

  The goodly Mayd full of diuinities,

  And gifts of heauenly grace he by him spide,

  Her bow and gilden quiuer lying him beside.

  35 Mercy deare Lord (said he) what grace is this,

  That thou hast shewed to me sinfull wight,

  To send thine Angell from her bowre of blis,

  To comfort me in my distressed plight?

  Angell, or Goddesse do I call thee right?

  What seruice may I do vnto thee meete,

  That hast from darkenesse me returnd to light,

  And with thy heauenly salues and med’cines sweete,

  Hast drest my sinfull wounds? I kisse thy blessed feete.

  36 Thereat she blushing said, Ah gentle Squire,

  Nor Goddesse I, nor Angell, but the Mayd,

  And daughter of a woody Nymphe, desire

  No seruice, but thy safety and ayd;

  Which if thou gaine, I shalbe well apayd.

  We mortall wights, whose liues and fortunes bee

  To commun accidents still open layd,

  Are bound with commun bond of frailtee,

  To succour wretched wights, whom we captiued see.

  37 By this her Damzels, which the former chace

  Had vndertaken after her arriu’d,

  As did Belphœbe, in the bloudy place,

  And thereby deemd the beast had bene depriu’d

  Of life, whom late their Ladies arrow ryu’d:

  For thy the bloudy tract they followd fast,

  And euery one to runne the swiftest stryu’d;

  But two of them the rest far ouerpast,