"But what art thou, O lady! which doest raunge "In this wilde foreft, where no pleasure is, "And doeft not it for ioyous court exchaunge, "Emongst thine equall peres, where happy blis "And all delight does raigne, much more then "this? "There thou maift love, and dearly loved be, "And swim in pleasure, which thou here doest "mis; "There maift thou best be feene, and best maist "fee : "The wood is fitt for beafts, the court is fitt for "thee." XL. "Whofo in pompe of prowd eftate," quoth fhe, "Does fwim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis, "Does wafte his daies in darke obfcuritce, "And in oblivion ever buried is: "Where cafe abownds, yt's eath to doe amis; "But who his limbs with labours, and his mynd G "Behaves with cares, cannot fo eafy mis. "Abroad in armes, at home in ftudious kynd, "Who feekes with painful toile, fhall Honour "fooneft fynd: XLI. "In woods, in waves, in warres fhe wonts to "dwell, "And wil be found with perill and with paine; "Ne can the man that moulds in ydle cell "Unto her happy manfion attaine: "Before her gate high God did fweate ordaine, "And wakefull watches, ever to abide; "But eafy is the way, and paffage plaine, "To Pleasure's pallace; it may foone be fpide, "And day and night her dores to all stand open "wide. XLII. "In princes court.”—The rest she would have fayd, But that the foolish man (fild with delight "Perdy," faid Trompart," let her pas at will, "Leaft by her prefence daunger more befall; "For who can tell (and fure I feare it ill) "But that she is fome powre celeftiall? "For whiles the spake, her great words did appall "My feeble corage, and my heart oppreffe, "That yet I quake and tremble over all." “And I,” said Braggadochio,“ thought no leffe, "When first I heard her horn found with fuch ghaftlineffe. XLV. "For from my mother's wombe this grace I have "Me given by eternall Destiny, "That earthly thing may not my corage brave "Difmay with feare, or caufe one foot to flye, "But either hellish feends, or powres on hye; "Which was the caufe, when earst that horne I "heard, "Weening it had beene thunder in the skye, "I hid my felfe from it, as one affeard, With that the, fwarving backe, her iavelin bright" But when I other knew, my felf I boldly reard, Against him bent, and fiercely did menace; So turned her about, and fled away apace. XLIII. Which when the pesaunt faw, amazd he stood, XLVI. "But now, for feare of worse that may betide, THE FAËR Y BOOK II. CANTO IV. Guyon does Furor bind in chaines, And stops Occasion; Delivers Phedon, and therefore Is brave purfuit of honourable deed, IV. And him behind a wicked hag did stalke, To menage fteeds, as did this vaunter; but in And cke her face ill-favour'd, full of wrinckles old And ever as she went, her toung did walke fmite; Sometimes her staffe, though it her one leg were, reare. V1. The noble Guyon, mov'd with great remorse, way Against him turning all his fell intent, rent, And did he wift not what in his avengement. With hundred yron chaines he did him bird, And hundred knots, that did him fore conftrai Yet his great yron teeth he still did grind And grimly gnash, threatning revenge in vain His burning eyen, whom bloody ftrakes ftraine, Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of f And more for ranck defpight, then for great p And drew his deadly weapon to maintaine his Shakt his long locks, colourd like copper-wyr And bitt his tawny beard to fhew his raging |