THE First book of the famous History of PENARDO and LAISSA other ways called the waters, of LOVE and AMBITIONE. WHerein is described Penardo his most admirable deeds of arms, his ambition of glore his contempt of love, with love's might assaults & ammorus temptations: Laissas' fearful enchantment her relief her travels and lastly loves admirabel force, In her relieving Penardo from ye fire, Done in Heroik verse, by Patrick Gordon.  
Printed at Dort By George Waters. 1615.   

To the most Honourable, and most Accomoplisht Earl GEORGE Earl of ENYIE lord Gordon, and Badyenoth etc. soon & heir apparent to the most Illustrius Lord George Marquys of huntley.  
RIght Honourable, finding myself enclosed in the labourinth of your al-conquering merits, and despairing of all relief, necessity encuraged me to go forward, till the infinite riches of your worth should choke the poverty of my near famished Wit with abundance, while thus I thirsted for a fatal period to my longing desires, I found your Lo. incomparable virtues, so seated on the throne of all perfection, as your insatiable avarice was only on the Heaven-infused gifts of the mind. Wheirof since I could produce nothing for the release of my boundage but this barren Invention, so many be the rare & excellent Wits which exceed in that kind, as though I was assured that your wont courtesy would pardon my rudeness, and accept of my poverty: Yet would not these only deime it too mean a present, for so worthy a parsonage: But also such multitudes of men seiming Baboons swarmeth every wheire now a days being ignorant of any thing, and yet will needs be Witty in jesting at every man's actions, so that the uprote of my confused thoughts could not be appeased, but either by obtianing aid of the first or silence, of the last, and as the silence is impossible, so is the aid dishonourable; Wherefore I resolved, being emboldened by affection to offer this small stream of my Wit, to the boundless Ocean of your virtues, under the shield of whose most honourable patronage, this my first borne shall adventure to the view of the world armed with silence against the sensors of the Wise, and with patience against all the carping malice or skoffing jests that these Appish Monkeys can vent from their too curious invective and belabored brains. And because that all my endeavours are tied already with the twofould chain of your L. Princely virtues and more than deserved courtesies, to which the extension of my natural duty cannot add any suffitient tribute for the interest which your Lo. hath in me: therefore being still in my former d●spaire I am forced (in such a world of bands) for ever to rest.  
Your L. un-redeemable servant Patrick Gordon.   

To every friendly and Courteous Reader.  
GENTLE, and courteous Reader, I doubt not but some their are, that will not gently, but rashly censure those my labours, Nether am I ignorant, how hard a thing it is to please every one, Some their be that are courious, whom as i● is impossible to pleas, so have I given over impessibilites, as one, whoes judgement could never reach to the meanest of possible things: Some their be that are invyous, & those as I care little for their feid, so hunt I not much for their favour: Some also will be rash, in giving their judgement before they have duly considdered, to whoes temerarious, opinion, as I give little heed, so will I suffer them, to be whipped with their own follies: But you that are judicieus disereit, & courteous, eune you it is, whom I would please▪ I confess I writ not of profound, and deip matters, fitting your judgements, bot according to the shallowness of my brain, as their is not much good to be reaped, so shall you not find much evil: Wheirfore, my willingness I hope, will satisfy a great part of your contents, & supply my defects. Looking always (that although I can not in the greatest measure satisfy your expectation) yet ye will accept freindlie, of my goodwill; In respect, that unto your charitable hands only, I cousmit the censure of these my paepers, as the undoubted touch stone, whereon my travels must be tried: And how many so ever my errors be, which I doubt not, but the thrie afore named will make to many, yet to you I hope it shall suffice that I acknowledge my own weakness. But fearing to deceive myself, with too much presuming on your courtesy, I have left of in the mids of my labours, for that I was loath to pain myself with to much travel, till I were better certified, of your favourable acceptance, (which while I heir of, I have thought good to stand at a point, and breathe a while) as the only rewarded, I crave for all my travels yet my counsel is, before you give judgement, that ze enter, and walk throw all my field, look on every shade, search throw every corner, wheir amongst the people, and tair, you may find some pure grain, And amongst the thorns and breirs, some roses, that may perhaps have a pleasant smell: Upon all adventures, hoping that such will be your censur, as my meaning is towards you, I bid you fairwel  
Yours, as you merit. P. G.   

THE AUTHOR to his Patron.  

YOur lordship when I call to mind,  
And your great favours, which I find,  
I plain, I sigh, my tears down fall:  
For this my strength, my wit, my skill.  
Not equaleizing my good will,  
No not my life, myself my all.   

Myself, my service, both is due,  
Both bond by duty, unto you,  
My wealth to mean, for to present you  
A present then, I shame to make it,  
Not with your honour stands, to take it,  
Thus nought is mine, that could conten● you.   

Oft thus I pause, I think, I muse,  
And though us and uther things I choose,  
Wheirof their's no thing my to give,  
Then give I over my vane contentione,  
And s●●yues in nought, but apprehension,  
So rests your dettore while I leive.   

Zit to make known that if I could  
Feign would I do all that I should,  
And oft alone on this I mus' de:  
At last presents unto my view,  
This Knight, beit, cold and pale of hue,  
That seemed no danger had refused.   

His armour rousted, rend, and torn  
Clift was his shield, his sword was worn,  
A stranger in this country straying  
Nor adventures might heir be found,  
The warrlyk Knight's heir, till the ground,  
And rights their wrong, with laws revenge.   

Although this Knight was borne a Prince  
Zit none would do him reverence,  
Which I lamented much, bevaild▪  
And of his sorrows took a pairt,  
But lo his proud ambitious hairt,  
Calami●ye had near assailed.   

This much, his giddy brain forth bred  
If he with armour once were clad,  
To search adventurs, hunt for fame:  
Zit would he ●a●y heir a while,  
And pouse his fortune, throw this isle,  
Perhaps to win a famous name.   

I pitied much his poor estate,  
His mighty mind I could not hate,  
No armour, no equippage fine,  
Hade I befaitting such a Knight,  
Zit to my power, strength, and might  
I used my moyane, my in gyne.   

When he was featted to my strength,  
On Some he would depend at length,  
Then come your honour to my mind  
Whoes many favours, I haid found,  
Me Nature, life, and duty bound,  
My thankfulness some way to find.   

Him then to you I first present,  
To serve, to please and to content  
Beneath your wings let him be seine:  
If he be not so rigged forth  
As appertaineth to his worth,  
Mine is the fault, whoes wealth was mien,   

His name Penardo he me told,  
A youth ambitious, hardy, bold,  
His travel, life and deads' hes beine▪  
A war, betwixt ambitione strong.  
And crafty love, that lested long,  
Which be the sequel shall be seine.   
P. G.   

To the Right noble Lady Lady Margaret Countess of Marsheale.  

LOng have I wishid my Muse, to sound thy praise  
The worth, the fame, the due, to the belong,  
But she onlernd unfit, for such a phrayse,  
Denyit to do, say, think, so heighe a song:  
Since on thy worth, both heaven, and earth still gaize  
She should but shame herself, and do the wrong  
Better quoth she be sober silent, still,  
And spair to speak, then speak, and speak but ill.   

O but quod I, to speak her praise, her worth,  
Out of my faith, my truth, my zeal my love,  
Faith, truth, love, zeal, and duty, breathes it forth  
As shall my pure, eleir, simple meining prove:  
Her nature mild, heighe place, and royal birth,  
Her wit, her worth, her virtue, from above.  
Has crowned with garlants, of immortal glory,  
Then none ean writ amiss, that writs her story   

while thus my barren Muse, and I contend  
Thy worth, wit, virtue, and thy geighe desairt,  
Commands me write, and speak, and praise furthsen●  
To every country, province, place, and pairt,  
But coming to (what should I say) in end.  
O than I stand, I pause, I think, in hairt  
Words does my wit, wit does my words eonfuse  
Now this, now that, a thousand things I choose,   

So infinite, thy endless graces be  
That what I ●ould, I would, Zit can not do  
Wit moketh wit, art scorneth art, in me  
And wealth, deludeth wealth I know not how  
When I should end, I but begin to sie,  
A world of world's rair worthiness, in you,  
Then this I say, nor will I write no more,  
None is, shall be, nor was lyk the before    

To the riched Noble Lady, and full of all verteus Lady ANNE Countess of Enyie.  
FE●r Madame, graced from highest heavens above,  
With wealth of Fortune, Nature, beauty Love,  
Lend not to frowning looks, thy gracious eye,  
For this bold pride, and arrogance in me,  
That darr's breath forth, or preiss to pen thy praise  
Earth's ornament, heavens' object, beauty's gaize.  
Nor Maro great, nor Naso sweit, am I,  
Nor have I Homer's mighty style, wheirby  
I might to efter aiges ere reveive,  
Thy fame; thy worth, and make thy glory leive,  
Zit were it but t'awake the braver wits,  
Whoes lofty quill's thy sweitter praises fitt's,  
This much I say, nor vanely vaunt I nather,  
Thy wit, thy beauty, and thy virtue rather  
Celestial is, rair, excellent, devyne,  
(In whom all woo●the, all grace, all goodness shine)  
Then human, so heavens croun's, adorns thy blood  
With natures wealth, grace full, & fortunes good  
Then let the Poets on their Muses call,  
To fill their brains, their pen's, their papers all  
With ornament of method, wit, and sense,  
That flows from thy rair worth, rair excellence.  
In goldin showers, which fame on her fair wings,  
To every natione, country, kingdom brings,  
And strews it heir, and their, in every pairt,  
To beautify speech, eloquence, and art,  
If on poor me, some, drops she would down pour,  
I'll spend my pains, my wits, souls wasting power  
To pen thy praise, and thy brave Mates, whoes worth  
Thou strives to mach, as thou hes matched his birth  
O wondrous strife, blised, happy, perfect, pure,  
Long may that war mild, pleasant, sweet, endure  
P.G.   

To the right worth and virtuous Lady DAME GRISEEL STVARTE Lady Meldrum.  

Madam, if I should smouther up thy praise  
For most ingrate, thou justly might me blame  
All eyes should sie, all tongues to heaven should raise  
My stain, my bloat, my never deing shame  
In me, poor me, if any virtue grows  
In the it leius, from the it springs, it flows.   

For lo thine was the said, thine was the tree,  
good reason were't that thine should be the gain,  
●hin the ●ncrease, the harvest, the fruct must be,  
Zit reapts thoow to to little for thy pain  
But much it is, in such a barten soil  
If thou receive the said, for all thy toil.   

And thought unhappy I, could nothing know,  
Noir pairt of thy great graces could have gained  
Me by thy sweit example did thou sho,  
Of thy thrice happy life, pure, clear unstained  
My ill my own, if good I have in stoir  
Thine be the thanks, thine be the prais, the gloir.   

even as the Eggle learns her burds though fly  
First low, then mean than, higher still to ryip  
Till far above all uther foulls they be  
With lofty soaring wings in azure skyis,  
On Phoebus than, their eyes she makes yame set,  
Nor his bright birning beams yair sight mey let.   

So Eggle like thou taught me as thy child  
To mount to virtue, wisdom, grace divine  
But I thy precept's wise, sweit, easy, mild  
Could not conceive, so gross was my engine  
while Phoebus like, upon my face thou stream'●  
Thy virtues rays, & wisdoms goldin beams.   

And thus thou proves my lofty Eggle fair,  
But I, poor I, I had no wings to fly,  
My Phoebus' als thou shines with virtues rair,  
Zit Eggle like, I daris not look on the,  
Then Queen of fowls, & light of sterr's above  
My Eggle, and my Phoebus both still prove.   

And what I have, even yat should thou receive,  
As proper thine, and only due to the,  
Mine be the fault, the wrong, the ill I have  
Thine be the good, if onie good their be  
If none, as much me fears, their's none but ill  
Zit for thy pain's,, I'll praise, the, serve ye, still.   
P.G.   

To the Author.  
Sonnet.  
COme forth Laissa spread thy lo●kes of Gold,  
Show thy cheeks roses in their virgin Prime  
And though no gems the deck which Indies hold,  
Yield not unto the fairest of thy time  
No ceruse brought far, far beyond the seas  
No poison like Cinabre Paints thy face  
Let them haw that whose native hues displeas  
Thou graceth nakedness it doth the grace  
Thy Sire no pyick purse is of others wit  
Thoise jewellis be his own which the adorn  
And though thou after greaiter ones be borne  
Thou mayst be bold even midst the first to sit  
For whilst fair juliett or the fairy queen  
Do live with theirs thy beauty shall be seen,  
M. William Drommond.   

To the Author.  

Although my shallow wit sound's not thy deep,  
And weakling ey'sfollows not thy flight:  
though where thou runs, I can not thither creep,  
Nor childish weakness imitat thy might  
Since in this sacred trade I made a pause.  
By intermitting of my Clio's laws.   

Yet since I have most wonderouslie detected  
A swain whoes Syren-musique me enchant's  
Yet since I find eune wheir I lest suspected  
A lurking poet in our homebred haunts  
O when I sie him, when I sueetlie hear him.  
I can not but commend him and admeir him.   

Thy years (dear friend) are young, thy wit is old,  
Thy youth er child time come is brought a bed,  
Thy mine in lieu of ore, yields purest gold  
Thy basest robs with crimson overclade  
How glad am I thoes mythologique flowers  
Argue the reconnings of thine Idle hours.   
Mr. Robert Gordone.   

To the Author.  

LAissa's bathing in the sacred well  
With charming beauty wounds the chastest hair●.  
Penardos' valour into Pluto's cell  
To basest mynd's dois honour worth impairt  
And moves the Coward to desire the fight:  
And chastest recluse search for beuteis sight.   

The fei full ourthrow of thy Sigismond  
For Vsurpat●oune: pride, and privatt gain  
Shows how the lord the lofty will confound,  
And in extreams the humb'led soul sustain  
For tyrann's proud, lo heir a curbbing bitt●  
For humb'led misers, heir-s a comfort fit.   

Those sacred lights proceiding forth from the  
In Natours sueetnes standing straned air●  
Makes us the treasure of thy mind to see  
The riches rair wheir with thou furnished art:  
For beauty, Valour, right and hellish uronge▪  
Are praised reproved▪ and painted in thy song.   

Dear friend with love while I admeir thy lyn's  
Thy brave inventioune clam's a fresh respect:  
Thy graceful method in them both so shyn's  
That I am doubtful whither to direct  
My friendly ey's, or well affected heart.  
To play the lizards, or the pensive part.   
Ihone. Wrrey.   

To the Author.  
TH. ' Enthusiasm, or fury of thy spreit,  
A grace both great, & dignlie deimed divyne▪  
So fluentlie, into thy front does fleit,  
while all the world admeirs both the and thine  
Each word has weght, and full of life ●●ch 〈◊〉  
Quick thy conceapt Emphatical thy phrase,  
Thy number's just▪ judicious thy engine,  
O thou the new adorner of our days.  
Whoes pen or pinsell shall depaint thy praise  
Since Mare nought, nor the Meonian muse  
Be with their learned nor their livery ●●yes  
Into this wondrous worthy work to use.  
Then take this task, & tune thy trump unto it:  
For only thou art destinatt to do it.  
Mr. Allexander Gardyne.   

To the Author.  

DEmereits Maro from proud Mars his throne  
A friendly look, or yet a thankful sho?  
Deserveth Naso from young Venus sone  
A cheirfull smyll? (if they can have no more)  
Yes faith: I pray then what should be thy hire?  
Who makes all men their monarch gods admire.   

Has not thy Pen proclaimed at lairge to all,  
Stern Mars his soldier great Penardo strong?  
Has not thy lays learned how Laissa's thrall  
To crafty loves allurements too too long?  
Then both the warreou●s, & the wanton's theam●  
Should spare no pains, to aeterneize thy name,   
William. Tod.   
THE FIRST BOOK, OF the Famous History, of PENARDO and LAISSA.  

Caput. 1.  
Argument.  
A Visione moves Achaias' King,  
His daughter to have slain,  
The Muses find her, and preserve  
Her life with care, and pain,  
In whom such wondrous virtue grew,  
Such beauty bright, and fair,  
That those who saved her life, now sought  
Her woe, her wrack, her care.  

1.  
IN glorius Greece there lies a fertile land,  
Of ancient time Achaia called by name  
Within whose blessed borders bravely stan▪  
Parnassus mont, so much renowned of fame.  
Where Aganippe's silver streams do spring  
About the which Ioues brain-bred daughters sing.   

2.  
Sending from thence that which in flamm's the brain  
Of bravest Spreitts, and beautifies the mind  
With end les rare inventions, which obtain  
The name of wondre, to the human kind  
Who in their works of learned wits divyne  
Make Learnings light, in blakest darkness shine.   

3.  
Eune heir, and in this natione most renowned,  
The famous Phedro sometime ruled, as King,  
By just descent, and regal title crowned  
And first in peace enjoyed a happy regne,  
At last hi● stars which bad conjunctions borrow  
Did turn his sweets in sours, his mirth in sorrow.   

4.  
For when the winds in hollow caves contained,  
Leave off their sharpest cold, and bitter blast,  
To slay the tender herbs, when they refraind  
The talest Cedars torment then was passed  
Then was it not, as when they rage at will  
Under the horns of the lascivious bull.   

5.  
Eune when the Farthe spreads forth her mantle grein,  
On which the wanton Flora spreads her treasure,  
While time that wai●t's one Phoebus goldin eyen  
Gives lively colours, for the Goddess pleasure,  
The hills, the dails, the plain's, are passing fair  
Through heat, through moist, though sueitnes of the Aer.   

6.  
The tries bud forth before their fruit the flourish  
The herbs before their said, the blossomed flower  
The corn's, and grain, their, levy stalks do nourish  
The winding wines their pregnant graips yet sour  
When as the goldin chariot of the Sune  
Twixt day, and night, an equal couse doth run.   

7.  
Wherefore each creature blessed with equal light.  
Sal●ts the princely spring with pleasant noys  
The restless rolling heaun, with shining bright  
Smyls on the earth (his love who does reioys  
Of such a Mate; and with her mantle grein  
Was de●k't, wheir rich embrodries might be sein.   

8.  
In this delicious pleasant time of yeir  
Which brings to farmers hope of greatineres  
When Phoebus 'gan down in the west appeir  
In Thetis lap to cool his fiery face,  
And shadows dark of gloomy night oppressed  
All creatur's, with silence, sleep, and rest.   

9  
King Phedro wrapped in heavy sleep, did lie  
Free from all travel, care, all pain, and toil,  
Yet so opp●esst in his fantassy  
That rest from rest, and ease from ease, did spoil  
His spreitts, his senses, faculties, and sent  
A visione that his brain did much torment.   

10.  
And thus it was, he thought himself did stand  
On Helicon and viewed a fearful fire  
That brightly burnt o'er all Achaia land  
Which did undo burn: waest his whole empire  
And their withal it seemed a voice did say.  
This night has brought thy kingdom her decay.   

11.  
This fire he thought did from himself proceeded,  
And to himself again it did return  
The diadem from of his princely head  
This fearfulll flame in melting drops did burn.  
And when brunt, spent, consumed it had bein  
No mark no nor no flame was to be sein.   

12.  
E●ne as a cloth in aquavitae did  
Or in sum strong and mighty burning oil  
If kendled by sum fire it is espied  
To fl●mme, to shine to blaze, to burn, to boil,  
●he liquor spent, the cloth retein● no stain,  
Nor spot, nor blot, nor burning does remain.   

13.  
When as the King awakes from drowsy sleep  
This wondrous visione did torment his mind  
And all his senses from there fauctio●s keip.  
His thoughts in uproar now no rest do find  
But when he ranged them had a thousand ways,  
One path he finds in which them all he stays.   

14.  
For lo even then his Queen wes brought to bed  
Of a fair daughter like the morning st●rr.  
Nor Phoebus' li●ht in gloomy darkness spread  
Might match with her, she stained that beauty far.  
But though show is most admirable fair,  
Her life as strange was as her beauty ra●e.   

15.  
For finding by his curious searching out  
Eune at he● birth this visione to enswe  
H● thought shows the flame (if not put out)  
That should his crown and kingdom thus subdue  
Vheirfore resolved for to prevent mischief  
Her death must be the way to his relief.   

16.  
The doleful message of this woeful charge  
He to a Groom whom he most trusted gau●  
A ●outh whoes faith he oft had tried at large  
Him he commands the infant to reseave  
An● to transport her to a wood or mountain  
And drown her in sum river, Spring, or fontaine.   

17.  
O cruel sentence barbarous decry!  
O ha●pie child! but oh unhappy Father!  
That for a dream, a tove, a fantasy  
A vain Chime●a or hell● vision rather  
Would spoil so sweet a creature of breath  
And kill thyself to save thyself from death.   

18.  
In Acheron black Night herself did wrapp  
And heaved her head, above the Eastern stream  
But Titan dyud in Thetis watery lap  
While you might see him blushing reid for shame.  
Thence to be chassed with his fierce foe unkind  
That braithed forth darkness to the farthest Ind.   

19  
In darkest shadows of the gloomy night  
This messenger forth throw the desert goes  
The harmless infant harmful death to dight  
That her poor life now got, she now might lose,  
So suckling lambs by ravening wolves are torn  
And doves by Eggles to their deaths forth borne.   

20.  
This messenger Kalander heght to name  
Whoes Sire the greatest Prince beneath the crown  
Boor rewell o'ur Sparta land of ancient fame  
His wit and valour won him mu●h renown  
Whoes Sun of these tuo ve●tewes wanted neither  
But showed himself the Sun, of such a Father   

21.  
Who going strait unto this cruel act  
And moved with pity of the infant● age  
Whoes youth to young, for deaths procuring fact  
And Innocent of Fa●her● wrathful rage,  
Yet fearing if he does prolong her breath  
He should procure himself a shameful d●a●h   

22.  
To Helicons fair mont he takes his flight  
Praying the blood of this poor Innocent  
Upon the Father's head might alwa●es light  
That in disgrace and sh●me he might repent  
For doting dreams if this poo●e Infant die  
His be the fault, the loss, the infamy.   

23.  
Thus praying he approached unto the place  
Hippocrene down wheir the Muse's sport  
Viewing the beauty of this Angel's face  
Again it moved his pity in such sort  
He nought regairds the King, nor life, not all,  
But saves the babe from ruin, death, and fall.   

24.  
Leaving her saiflie by the fontane side  
Under the umbrage of a lofty Pine  
Wishing her frowning Fates for to provide  
Her beauty once into the world might shine  
Thus he returns, and thus the King beguiled▪  
And craftily, with suggred words him sild.   

25.  
When golden-haitd Apollo forth did glance,  
His amber loks forth throws irradiant beams  
And one the eastern waves begins to dance  
To murmuring music of the roaring streams  
The Muses for to welcome home their Sire  
From couch and secreit Cell did forth retayre   

26.  
Their daily morning progress is to view  
The sacred streams of Aganippe well  
whoe● murmur like sweet lullabies furthdrew  
Old Morpheus from out his quiet cell  
Who had the babe with slumbering sleep bereft  
whom young Kalander at the fontane left.   

27.  
These sacred Virgins when they did espy  
The babe; sad fear made all their beauty fade  
Fearing discovery by sum wanton eye  
But viewing well the beauty of the Maid  
They viewed admiring, an● admi●d the sight  
Their sight bred wonder, wonder b●ed delight   

28.  
Such beauty rare till then they near had sein  
Butler feared it was sum stolen virginity  
Wheir With theme selfs so spotless pure and clein  
They would not thus defile in infamy  
But instruments the Fates did them ordain  
Of pleasure, life perplexity, and pain.   

29.  
For pity them forbade of creveltie  
Unto this harmless helpless innocent  
wherefore with grave advise and modesty  
The Muses all in uniform consent  
Brings up the babe, with care full observation  
In virtue, grace, and heaunly meditatione.   

30.  
The sacred Muses that in virtue shone.  
As if they well had known the Fates decreit  
Unto the infant would a name impone  
A name conform, and to her merits meit  
So that a correspondence might be known  
Betwixt her name, and her hid Fate unshown.   

31.  
And dyveing then wit● drops divyne her heid  
Fair Lissa or Laissa they her called  
A proppre name for her mishaps indeid  
Who subject was to dangers manifold  
For Lissa is asmuch to say as rage  
Vheirin no force her fury could assuage.   

32.  
When with the Musses she remained we'll near  
wh●le she did run of fyifteine years the race  
Eune ●or the love which they to her did beir  
Each one of them endued her with a grace  
But lo these gifts made her enuyd of al●  
Thus love b●ought gifts, gifts hate, and hate her fall,   

33.  
Yea to the fair Laissa in her birth  
The heauns were all affected so fervently  
Looking with mild aspect upon the earth  
In th● horoscope of her nativity  
That all the gift of grace, and good perfection  
They poured on her most beautiful complexion.   

34.  
Her face was like the sky both cleire and fair  
Her cheeks as whit with vermilion red did show  
Like roses in a bed of lilies rare  
while they ambrosial odours from them throw  
Feiding the gaizers' sense with double pleasure  
Such force his beauties all-celestiall treasure.   

35.  
In whoes bright eyes tuo lively lamps did flame  
That dairted beam's lyik lightning blasts of thunder  
Cupid though blind still aiming at the same  
Thousands of shafts he send but with great wonder  
She breks his wanton dairts with awful ire  
And with dreid majesty she quenshed has fire   

36.  
The Graces one her ey-lid's seemed to sit  
Under the shadow of her bending brows  
Her goldin treases couriouslye was knit  
With Pelicans of pearl, and silver doves  
These hair like goldin weir one every pairt,  
Served as a net for the beholder's heart.   

37.  
Her ivory forehead was a table fair  
Wheir loves triumphs we●e cunningly ingrapht  
All goodness, honour, dignity was their  
In virtues treasure little had she left.  
Sh● was the mirror of cèlestiall grace  
That can not be outrun with tym● swift pace.   

38.  
And you might see that alwa●es when sho spoke  
Sweit words l●ik dropping honey she would shed  
Tuo range of pearl with rubies tuo would brak  
The words betuix them softly while they fled  
Which made sweit silver sound's who's noy ●ent forth  
Would deadly sadness move to amorous mirth.   

39  
And yet her humble and submissive mind  
Was never moved with hellish pride to rise  
But why should I, poor I, describe her kind  
Which to express no mortal can devise  
Nor can I preiss to paint forth such a feature  
Lest skills I should wrong so fair a creature.   

40.  
Fair Imps of beauty whoes bright shining eyes  
Adorn the solid Earth with heaunlie light  
O'er your great conquest do not tyraneize  
Though you subdue all by your seemly sight  
But with Laissaes' meekness be content  
And grace your beauty with that or●ament.   

41.  
To your fair selves her fairness first apply  
Her courtesy her meik and humble mi●●  
Tempered with grace and goodly modest●  
It seemed those ●ertues tuo did strive to find  
The high est place and stryveig but for duty  
Each uthe● helps and but augments her beauty.   

42.  
While as the Muses see her virtues rare  
Her beauty wisdom modesty and all  
Surmounting them so far that euriwhere  
They feared her fame should once procure, their fall  
Wheirfore the● seike with w●●t, eraft, slight & wrath,  
Her infamy, her woe, her wrak, her death.   

43.  
And waiting still occasione when they may  
Find out a fault unto her faultless mind  
That with the sharpest sentence of decay  
Sum punishment they fithe might outfynd  
Thus they decreid her death, conspyrd her fall  
Favoured by, time, fate, fortune heavens, and all.   

44.  
It chanced the Muses once upon a day  
Were in an abor near unto the fontane  
While as Laissa at her sport and play  
Was gone a hunting through the rocky montane  
For Phoebe-lyke it did delight her mind  
To chase, to kill, to wound, the heart, the hind   

45.  
Alone now coming weary from the chase  
And traveling in heat of all the day  
H●d sought to bathe her in that pleasant place  
And with enamoured streams a while to play  
While as the Muses wait, they lie, they lurk  
Their wrath, their will, their vengeance for to work.   

46.  
The streams not deip, nor shallow which did glyd  
With pretty whispering 'noys so calm and cleir  
Thereof the moving skai● she could be spied  
And yet a heaunly murmur you might hea●e  
The Pebbles seimd to leap, to swim, to dance,  
While as the streams did tremble, move, and glance.   

47.  
The Pin's, and Poplars bowed theme selves from high  
From heat and cold that shadowed all the stream  
She dipped her dainty legs up to the knie  
That like two snow-white marble Pillars se●me  
So polishd porphyr deckd with purest gold  
Doth temples tombs and trophies fair uphold.   

48.  
And being now enticed by the cold  
She takes her bow and quever f●ome her syds  
Hung in a lace of purple silk and gold  
That overthuart her snow whit breist divides  
Tuo azure streams of Nectar-feiding fontanas.  
Springing to tops of Alabastre montanas.   

49.  
And having hung her garments on a Pine  
O who had sein so fair a silken skin!  
So dainty well proportioned, pure, and fine,  
So beautiful, so Acquaint, so clear, so thine  
The thrife thrie Nymphs whom wrath haid now devised.  
To wo●k her wrak could skarslie be entysed.   

50.  
Now beauties shop, une loosed begins to be  
And shows her store of treasure to the sight  
Their all the pleasures that do pleas the eye  
And all was their that doth the touch delight  
The Graces had their clothes about her drawn  
To keip the maid unfelt, unsein, unknown.   

51.  
Their thoughts contentment, their was hearts delight  
Their banquets for unsatiat appetite  
Their wisdom Conqueror whoes only sight  
The tigers tams and Lions fierce does smit  
The key of all their wealth keiped Chastity  
Whoes ornament was shamefast modesty.   

51.  
While this fair gem upon the water lies  
With cooling streams sh● makes a dalleying sport  
With leges and arms a thousand tricks she tries  
Toying with swimming in a seemly sort  
As Dolphins do upon a sunny day  
On Thetis glistering back whi●l they would play.   

53.  
The Muses that no longer could abide  
Out f●om their privy a●boir ishewed all  
How soon this Paragon has them espied  
She smills and sporting thus to thame does call  
You Thesphiane dams go seik some other stream  
And come not near this sacred fount for shame.   

54.  
But they (while rage within their breasts did sual  
Not virgine-lyke but bearing tigers hearts  
Menassing her aloud they 'gan to call  
We sie thou thinks to much of thy deserts  
Foul Fondling does thou think thy beauty such  
That thou deserus our sacred streams to touch.   

55.  
No, no, these Streams are only due for us  
The dreided Imps of proud Apollo's light  
For since the foot of fleeing Pegasus  
Medusaees birth begot by Neptune's might  
Let soul the rains of this sole sacred fontane  
None else but we presumed to reach this montane.   

56.  
Of favours we have shown thee great and many  
And brought thee up with carefulll pain and charge  
Our presence not till now was granted any  
And we indewd thee with our graces large  
We that before were sacred Muses nine  
Made thee a tenth though mortal not devyne   

57  
And then they fled, this Lady for her crime  
Whom they so dashed that she as half amazed  
Sits by the fontaine naiked all the time  
When lo her thoughts a rose vermiliane raised▪  
Now red now pale, her colour changed oft  
She sighed, she ground, she qua'iked, & sta●d aloft.   

58.  
While as the silver stream that softly slyds  
With silent 'noys and sweitest murmur sounds  
Such heavenly music throw the meadows glyds,  
While rocks with rare reports there 'noys rebounds  
That with their Diapason so bereft her  
All naked and a sleep they still had left her.   

59  
Then Morpheus spread forth his sable wings  
The virgin fair enfolding in his arms  
Rest, quiet, ease, and sweet repose he brings  
Dischairging care; gre●f, sorrow, woes, and harms  
Yet through soft sobs, deip sighs, sore groans, salt tears,  
Woe, anger, care, grief, sorrow, pain, appears.   

60.  
While as the Nymphs with anger, wrath and ire  
Her name her fame, her glory over waylling  
Did sink her ship (to honour that aspire)  
In seas of sweittest virgin pleasures sailing  
Extending all their malice craft, and slight,  
To wrap her Sune in clouds of darkest night,    

Caput. II.  
Argument.  
THe Muses send Melpomene  
Down to the lowest Hell's  
She meits with Night and asks the wa●  
Which she unto her tells  
To Pluto's kingdom when she came  
She passed by all the pains  
At last out of her dreidfull De●  
Allecto she constrains  

1.  
There is nothing beneath the sky insearte  
More moves my mind to pity & compassion  
Then for to see a true and upright heart  
Wheir faith & truth has bult her only static  
By Fortunes' snars and Envies crafty baits  
Dispysed, disdained disgraced with false deceats.   

2.  
And whither it be kyndest pity lo  
Or duty (which I owe all woman kind)  
● know not, but my heart doth burst for woe  
When harm unto their harmless sex I find  
And my poor eyes While as I writing lay  
With tears did seem to wash the lyn's away.   

3.  
Fa'r women should be loved and not envied  
Whoes substance is so dainty pure and fine  
In natures triple furnace being tried  
Till all the dross be thence removed, and sign  
That Essence pure most Angel-lyk retains  
No stain, nor blot, but always clear remains.   

4.  
But this poor Lissa beautiful and fair  
(Which beauty God did give her as a g●ace)  
Was by decea● th●owne down in endless care  
By Envi Slain that monster merciless  
And suir I think whom God has graced with beauty  
For them he cars, to them we ought a duty   

5.  
For when he made this great and wondrous frame  
Of Chaos mass that shaples lay confused  
He took the purest substance of the same  
And that which was most beautiful he choosed  
And theirof did he make the Angelis bright  
To glorify his name, and show his might.   

6.  
He made the purest substance which remain  
Unto his blessed self a Mansione rair  
Sign thrice thee Orbs, whairof the eight contained  
Bright shining star's, and seven the Planets fair  
Nixt placed the Fire because n beauty next,  
Sign Aer, then Water, last the Earth he fix●,   

7.  
Earth than we sie the dross of all things yet  
Which this great Architector singling forth  
By his great might and all for seeing wit  
Is lowest placed according to her worth  
But that which was most beautiful and pure  
Eune next unto himself he placed sure.   

8.  
And then that Alcreator did ordain  
Each thing according to their substance pure  
To bring forth fruit this all to intertane  
Which by his power he caused to endure  
Nor time, nor age, nor restless moving, may  
Destroy confound, or weir, or make decay.   

9  
First then the heavens (as having most of beauty  
Brought forth the star's, the Moon, the Sun's great light  
And aer (conmmanded next to do his dewetie)  
Brought forth all sorts of fouls with feathered flight  
Water brought forth all sort of fish anon  
The Earth brought forth all beasts that leive theiron●   

10.  
As heauns are of the finest substance lo  
So are the star's most beautiful most cleir  
But chiefly Planets sevin theirin doth show  
Gods powerful might (werin doth well appeir)  
He geus them rewll, might, virtue, power & strength  
Our fouls, fish, beasts, tries, herbs, & men at length.   

11.  
And thus we sie each creatuere forth doth bring  
(According to its essence) ill or g'oode  
The aer breids fowls, in water fishes springe,  
Herbs tries▪ and li●ing beasts are Earth's gross brood  
Yea eur●e thing (according to h●s kind)  
Ill favoured foul, fair, shynninge, clear, we find   

12.  
Although it pleased heigh jove from heaven descend  
Fraill man ●o make of earth of dross, of clay,  
Most fair of all ou'rall to have command  
For him, all made to h●m, all s●o●ld ob●y  
Then man should tha●k him prase him, pray him still  
To love, to bless, and to fo●sie his ill.   

13.  
Yea like to his own Image man he makes  
In which he shows his love and eak his might  
But these to whom most beauty he betaks  
These makes he likest to his Image bright  
Wherefore to ●hese we owe great love, & duty  
Remembering God the fontane of all beauty   

14.  
For why when this great God made all things first  
To beute did he give the highest place  
Because it was the substance worthiest  
Of the aspect of his most glorious, face  
Then whoso eu'with beauty is indewd  
Them shuold we love, as through Gods love renewed.   

15  
And if so be in Chaos mas confused  
Sum say their was no l●ght nor beauty fair  
But God th● fontane of all light) infused  
Such be●●eo●s light in all his creturs rare  
Then unto whom he beauty gives, to those  
His grace, hi● goodness, and his love he shoes   

16.  
Yea in my simple judgement this I th●nk  
O'er beauty God has ●y a special cairo  
So that with Lucifer they do not shrink  
Away from grace and th●nk themselves too fair  
But with meik minds upon his holy montane  
Give God the brave whose of all beauty fontane   

17.  
But o my Muse too heighe thou seem; 's to fly  
Thy wings are laged with vapos dull and gross  
That which thou sing's is too too heigh for thee  
More meit fo● pregnant wits and learning's force  
Turn back, lest thou repent thyself, advise,  
Wade not too deep in Gods heigh miste●yes   

18.  
Turn to thy sacred sisters with thy quill  
Fo● to ad●y●e with them what must be done  
W●●h Lissa fair, whoes beauty works her ill  
For lo Melpomene they do enjoin  
To bring Allecto from her dreidfull den  
Who blood, and war, and mu●●her makes on men.   

19  
Melpomene made way throw empty aer  
And through the wattrie empyrs wide and deip  
Through darkest hollow caves she did repair  
And through he bowel▪ of the Earth did ●reip▪  
And low where light of day did neue● shine  
Nor Phoebus' show his everlasting shrine,   

20.  
Wheir Cynthia does steip in silver dew  
Her neue● cheirfull, ever drooping light  
In Thetis watery bed whoes a zur hue  
Her lustre shows in black eternal ●ight  
Through fearful, soath fume, foul, & filthy fens,  
Through foggy smook, through dark, & dreadful dens,   

21.  
She having passed from Phoebus' cheirfull light  
Came to a R●gione of eternal darkness  
The habitation of the dun kishe Night  
It wes indeid, so fearful was the ma●knes  
She meitts that greislye Hag with visage sad  
Who was into a coal black mantle clad.   

22.  
And sat into a chariot pitchy black  
Four ieatblack steids that braithed dark clouds of smook  
W●th ramping 'noys made all their harness crak  
With braying all the solid earth the, shook  
This unacquainted brightness when they saw  
Their Mistress down to hell they seemed to draw.   

23.  
At ●a●t the Muse so oft aloud did call  
That ugly Night out of their chariott looks  
She says most dreidfull Dame so feared of all  
Melpomene that tragic sadness brooks  
Would know thy w●yes, da●k paths, & fearful get●  
That down to Pluto's loathsum kingdom lets.   

24.  
The aged Hag, with furious rage thus spoke  
With ghostly sp●eche and dreidfull countenance  
Thou Imp of my old foe who seiks my wrack,  
Why trubles thou my Regions with thy glance  
Lo wheir fire smook and sulphur do arise  
In yonder den of thou dare enterprise.   

25.  
The grisly gulf of deip avernus holle  
Above the which my mantle black is spread  
About the which a fearful laic doth roll  
Down throw that flaming gulf thou must be led  
Wheir never yet did enter any wight  
But fierce Aneas and Sibilla bright.   

26.  
Eune that same way the sacred Muse is gone  
The smook and sulphur ceased their restless flame  
And down to Pluto's court she goes anon  
The brasin gets burst open when she came  
At their bright looks and at her beautie● g●●nee  
Fiends spirits and Ghosts fell in a hellische trance.   

27.  
O'er Acheron she passed the bitter waves  
(Wheir damned souls with sheiling skre●ks lament)  
To Flegithone with fy●e floods that shows  
The torturing torment of that element  
Wheir Sinners nought but desperatione gains  
And thou sand thou sands of eternal pains   

28.  
At Pluto's gate was dreidfull Cerberus  
With thrie wyid oppin hollow throats devoring  
And curled hair of snacks, most venomous  
Gnawing blood, flesh, and bones with fearful roaring  
But her divine, and Sune-shyne beauties such  
Hell's porter dares not once her vesture touch.   

29.  
Strait to the house of endless pain she goes  
Inuiround with that fiery flamminge flood  
Th●t Phlegithone whoes fearful laic forth throes  
A filthy smook out belshing labberd blood  
Tisiphone the keipar heght to name  
Mother of murder, sin deceat, and shame   

30.  
There did the rout of loathsum Harpyis roar  
Th●r Silla's sound, their sevine mothed Hydra's howling,  
Their Serpents hiss their grisly Gorgon's hoar  
Their Centaurs, Sphinxes, fearful Chymers rolling,  
All those and many thousand Monsters more  
Where set one burning thrones their Prince before   

31.  
Their woeful wailing wretches to●'d with pains  
With ghostly groans with ugly yeling sounds  
With harsk and jangling 'noys of iron chains  
Whoes clamours, cries, and shouts throu hell redounds  
Those monsters trampling were in da●ksum shed  
That horror, dread, fear, death, & terror bred   

32.  
Their Sulmon crawling was in endless pain  
For counterfitting thundreflaught & fire  
Their Titius (darling of the earth) was slain  
A Vulture feidding one his filthy lyre  
Their was the wheill Ixion turning still  
For daring tempt heavens Queine to lechrous ill.   

33.  
Their Tisiphus disjointed one a rack  
Their Theseus to endless sloth condemned  
Their fyf●ie Sisters drawing water wrack  
And yet their vessels emplie ●till vnstemed  
Thair Tantalus with thirst, and hunger slain  
Sees meat and drink yet neither could he gain   

34.  
At last a foul and filthy sink she sees  
Wheir fire and brimstone pitch and tar were smooking  
Whoes deipnes dyued as far beneath the seas  
As it was up to heaven from thence in looking  
Above this sink a dragon still repears  
Whoes monstrous body feftie h●ids uprairs.   

35.  
Down in this fearful smook and filthy hole  
Were Titan's brood and Earth's fierce childring thrust  
That in their bloody rage did restless roll  
In their own blood while sulphur smook them burst  
Typhoon and all the giants war's that maid  
Against the Gods were their by lightning led.   

36.  
While in this hollow pit they do remain  
They thunder forth ●uch fearful roaring erye  
Confusedly jarring in their endless pain  
Their bodies huge in flamms still ●osting lie  
Which send a stinking smook forth with the cry  
That much amazed the Muse in passing by.   

37.  
At last she came unto a dreidfull cave  
Where Furies forth send many fearful eryes  
Their Pride attended on by wraith as Slave  
Their Madness that on wraith had fixed her eyes  
Their Envy falls one, Virtue still was railing  
And their despair her own hairt forth was trailling   

38.  
Their Rage did run her heid against the wall  
And their despite sat gnawing of her fingers  
Their was the thrie commanders of them all  
Woeful because the Earth from miseheif lingers  
Allecto, Tisiphone, Megaera their  
Who work mischief, plague, famine, blood, & weir.   

39  
The Muse Allecto forth she calls in hast  
And said I pray the pas unto Achay  
Wheir is the Virgin fair Laissa placed  
And work her wrak her ruin her decay  
She's daughter too the great Achaean King  
And has defyld our fair caballean spring.   

40.  
This When the Muse hade said she did return  
Throw sh●dow● dim of dark and gloomy night  
Up to her Sisters who wi●h anger burn  
Till wrought was all their vengeance their despite  
On Lissa fair whom beauty had in keiping  
Who all this while lay by the fontane sleiping    

Caput. III.  
Argument.  
Allecto moves Achaias' Prince  
Fair Helicon to view  
Butt Man say of the flaming rock  
Forbids his journey new  
When unto Helicon he came  
Laissa he espies  
Whom he for Sister does not know  
And would with love surprise.  

1.  
MElpomene now gone, the fury straight  
Directs her course up to the ●igh● of d●y  
Devysing what way best to f●ame this slight  
And so bethinks her on a straying essay  
A sl●ght, a fal●d and a cursed revenge  
A cruelty, a plague, that seemeth straying   

2.  
And thus it was the for said Phedro had  
A lau full Sun Phelarnon called by name  
Whos prais and mere●ts was so lairg●y spread  
His father ioyid of such a Gallants fame  
Allecto him from rests hay tour brought down  
To search for honour and to find renown.   

3.  
When lazy night with sable wings ou'r-spread  
The crystal spheres, and dimmed th● azure Light  
sleep buried men in rest from labo● fred  
In sleep Phelarnon sies one Angel bright  
To him appei● and hi● waik ●i●e tormented  
With vision strange at last those words presented   

4.  
Fair Prince as Nature has ordained the strong  
Of good proportioune with a virtuous mind  
Yea of thy Martial self must be the song  
Of after living Poets as we find  
Nature in the those gifts has no ways shown  
To bury them unto the world unknown   

5.  
Who so would win renown he thus proeeids  
Up to the throne or Theatre of glory  
The first reward of heigh and noble deids  
Must be to act the died (Who's endless story)  
shall be reueiued with never ding Fame  
In Times' steill books to etermize thy nam●   

6.  
Yea virtuous worth but glory can not be  
Glory on Virtue waits wheir ere she goes  
(Eune as thy shaddw follows still on thee)  
And all Her deids to endless Fame she shows  
Thus his desire, his mind▪ his will, and all  
She framed to work his wrak, his death his fall   

7.  
lastly with flattery thus the fiend essays  
Brave Youth begot of royal race and birth  
How spends thou so into obscure thy days;  
This stains thy valour and thy wondrous worth  
Go then to Parnass meant extol thy name  
With virtue, wonder, vadour, glory fame   

8.  
For know Par●assus mighty mont retains  
That which should raise thy glory to the skies  
So fates decreiss and so the Heavens ordains  
Heighe ●oue the wills from sluggish rest to ryes  
This said to shaples aershe takes her flight  
But left his heart empoisoned with her slight   

9  
For while she spoke his spreit she did in spire  
With hot desire of honour glory fame  
He wa'ked, he Blushed, h●s eyes did flamm with fire  
while strength & courage stroave with sloth & shame  
Her strong and venomed word's such virtue had  
They Hope, desire, strength, courage, valour bred.   

10.  
And by this time fair Phoebus ishewing out  
Did beautify with brightness of his beams  
Fair Leucotheas' forehe●d round about  
Rising above the wavie ocean streams  
Athon, and Phlegon trampling clouds that powers  
Melted by fire breathe in silver showrs.   

11.  
Getting a tincture to the Spider's wheb's  
Waveing above dame Flora's fragrant poses  
Upon sweit smel●ing birkes and tender sh●ob's  
Greine lea●es and prickies of vermiliane ●oses  
while Aeoll breath●, their pretty tops declining  
They dance, they glance, they smyl on Phoebus shining   

12.  
Not only heir alone fair Phoebus' shaws  
One Neptuns glassy glistering back he playe●  
Upon whoes restless never ceasing waves  
He combs his crisp irradiant heir whoes rays  
Would seem to set the highest h●avns on fire  
while in our Hemispere is his empyte.   

13  
But suddenly to darkness turned the day  
From skye● heaven threatened earth with roaring thunder  
That man and beast and fiends in hell affray  
heavens fire did seem to tear the earth a sunder  
Which of this monarchs fall did warning make  
Of death, of blood, of ruin, and of wreck   

14.  
Ah flattery wild and most pernicious  
The mask of malice mover of mischief  
The Father old of lies most vicious  
The Nurse of falsehood, and the ground of grief  
The fall of kingdoms, Princes▪ and estates  
The cause of murder, sink, of all deceat's   

15.  
The map or purtrat of Hypocrisy  
Usurping once the office of a friend  
Thou beirs the name a●d voice so cunningly  
As if the knot of friendship were combined  
In the, (while lyik a Slave thouw serves the will)  
Yet frames desire to the desings of ill.   

16.  
Thus unto man a Slave thou seems to be  
And yet thou still obtains ●he master's hire  
though art Conqueror of women's chastity  
And o'er their Sex thou beirs a proud empire  
The sharp rebuks of friends are better far  
Nor suggred words of any flatterer   

17.  
As cunning Foullers draws (with crafty ●light)  
The fouls into the train for theme devysd  
Or fisher's that allures the fish by sight  
Of bai● which pray has them to death entysed  
So flat●●ie leids a man to his own fall  
His shame, his wrack, his death disgrace, and all   

18.  
As Sirens do (with sweetest sounding songs)  
Enchant the Seaman's heart his ears, his eyes.  
That them to hear ay more & more he longs  
Thither directed his winged vessel flies.  
T●ll she is cleft upon ●he craggy shore  
And then the monster does the man devour.   

19  
So Sycophants allures thy mind and thence  
In flamm's desire when from their lip's does flow  
Streams rivers floods nay sea's of eloquenee.  
That drouns the Senses with a pleasant show  
Of all delight yet proves deceat and pain  
Which heir is shown'e by false Allecto's train:   

20.  
Whoes fire in flamed the brave Phelarnon's mind  
That ●phero●e to view Parnaessus montane  
And from his father's court (insecreir kind)  
He stole unsein to sie the sacred fontane  
While by the way his hope, his hairt, his thought  
For praise, worth, valour, and renown, they sought   

21.  
While he drew near the mount he stood to wonder  
The earth begone to tremble quack and rap  
As if it would have rend and burst a sunder  
With trembling 'noys lyik to a thunder clapp  
At last he on a fearful flame did look  
Cum from a cave enrolled in clouds of smook.   

22.  
He (who's undaunted sprite nought could effray)  
To know this strange adventure would draw near  
from out the flame he heard a voice to say  
Ah woeful Prince Phelarnon back reteir  
Death the abides upon, Parnassus montane  
If thou approach too near the sacred fontane   

23.  
He stood as one amazed to heir his name  
So called upon, by Whom he could not know●  
At last as one awakened from a dream  
He said what ghost so ere thou be but show  
Thy name, & why thou threattins me with death  
Their of no sign's appeir, I live I breath.   

24.  
The voice again made answer to the Prince  
My name is Mansay of the flaming rock  
That in the bowels of the earth far hence  
(By magic spell▪) foresaw thy fatal chok  
For this heaven threatening mont whoes streams falls down  
Contains thy wrack and ruin of thy crown.   

25.  
Wheir fore fly back and leave thy fond conceit  
Mar not thy mind with such a frantic story  
Lea●ne for to eternize thy endless deate  
In antique rolls of fame with Martial glory  
Leave to the Muses their divorced empire  
Be not o'er cum with loves alluring fire   

26.  
And thus fairweel new visions calls me henee  
At those his words the Prince amazed stands  
He neids would now return but no defence  
Was left Allecto's flattery him commands  
To go and set all dastard fear a pai●t  
It is not words but deids that kills the hairt   

27.  
This was Laissas' brother certain  
Achaias' king of children had no more  
For all men deemed Laissa for to be  
Drowned by Kalander as ye hard before  
Allecto (that foul fiend the Prince,) has led  
Of Lissa fair to be enamoured.   

28.  
And so resolved he mounted up so high  
That by this t●me the chariot of the Sune  
Had near hand reached the top of all the sky  
From whoes reflex all creatures doth shun  
themselves; and so he sies a grove of tries  
Whoes lofty tops did seem to threat the skies.   

29.  
Wheirto Phelarnon hastily did go  
They promised aid the heat for to with stand  
Wheir summers blossoms made a seemly show  
So thick that heat nor cold no ●ntraunce found  
Whose smell a swit ambrosial odour throves  
Forth throw the plains the meadows & the groue●.   

30.  
He much admeird those tries so strait & fine  
The Cedar Elm, and Oak, the Cyprus' fair  
The Esp, the Esh, the Poplar, and the Pine  
The Lourell, Ewe, the Raintrie, Willow rair  
The Birk, the, olive, Sallow, and the Myrrh  
The Mazer, Beitche, the Birsell, and the Fir.   

31.  
There was he led throw Natures wondrous store  
while chi●ming birds did town their chanting lays  
Unto a silver brook that sweetly roar  
Whoes murmur on the trembling Pebbles play's  
Their roaring music Echo ba●k ●e●ou●ds  
From hollow caves, heigh rocks, & whistling wind●   

32.  
And while he travelled throw these paths unknown  
He suddenly was ●avish'd with delight  
Of one fai● L●die who to him wa● shown  
All naked ●aife her smo●k, and sleipping straightly  
Beauty would neids triumph & love should wond●●  
Love bred delight, and courious sight bred wounds   

33.  
Her arms out ' croce her comely breast that hinge  
As if th●y would defend i● from assault  
Of frantic Love who wi●h displayed wings  
A bo●e her in the are was finding fault  
That jove such sacred treasure would pass by  
Whom juno scarce could keip above the sky.   

34.  
Her long small hands as lillis whit did seem●  
To joy for being amorous each of other  
Their soft embracements sweit they did esteems  
while as their fingers linked in pair's together  
Her yourie monts (to whose aspiring top's  
Blue azure conducts drew sweit Nectar drops)   

35.  
Humbled themself unto her coral lips  
Who in their precious purple painting dye  
Tuo range of orie●tiall pe●●le eclipse  
From wounding sight of peirsing mortal eye  
Wh●t carls sleep neglects by cur●o●s chance  
In order lie her beauty to advance.   

36.  
Her musky b●ea●h still mounting in the sky  
Whose smook lynk sweit perfume infects the air  
Her deip ●nd hollow throat continually  
Se●d● forth a dulce and doleful sound of care  
Wheir w●th ●um scalding sighs were interlynd▪  
who's munting show the solow of her mind.   

37.  
Her dainty limbs were shed with flowery knops  
Who loathe to part f●om yueh a gallant pr●y  
Made levy mantles of their lofty tops  
To hide her dainty skin f●om heat of day  
A●d flo●●●sht fairer than they did before  
Provyding crouns and garlands for her glore.   

38.  
Evn'e as the Lizard through the flowery graze  
Beholds a man's fair ●isage w●ill he sleep  
Thither in h●ist sh● craull's with speedy pace  
And of her b●ood her kendlinges, takes no keip.  
Sh● lies she ●ooks, she loves, and takes delight  
To sie his face, and surfeit one the sight   

39  
So while the Prince beheld the sleiping Maid  
The beauty of her lovely countenance  
Delight, love, wonder, and amazement bred  
He stood he steered he gaized at every glance  
He blushed; to look wheir touch (no looks) have part  
Yet looked, till looks in lust, had drowned his heart   

40.  
while carls sleep thus naked had her left  
Left was the Prince in wonder, love, delight.  
Delight his heart out throw his eyes had reft  
Reft wi●h each look each thought each glance each sight  
Sight wonder, love delight, amaizment breidinge  
Hope, passione, heat, desire one lust still feiding.   

41.  
At last resolulid with silent 'noys drew near  
To act this furious woeful tragedy  
●ot knowing tha● it was his Sister deir  
Whom he would now bereave of chastity  
But o he feird that heaven's revenging flame  
Would plague him if he wronged that Virgin Dame.   

42.  
And now he back reteirs with silent pace  
And shrouds him in a shadow grove from sight  
Wheir he might still behold her loulie face  
while she awaking from a troubled sprite  
With sobs, with sighs, with groans, with tears she says  
●h hauen's too long your justest vengeance stays.   

43.  
But shaming ' thus to see herself so bare  
She draws her to her gramends near hand buy  
And being clad she seemed thrice so fair  
That dimmed the sight of any mortal eye  
None might abid her blazing star's bright glance  
Which back reverberats their radiance,   

44.  
Not much unlyk Apollos goldin light  
You first his drowsy eyes may we'll espy  
When he from wattie Thetis takes his flight  
And first begins to mount the azure sky  
But whane on tope of highest heaven's he stands  
No eye his ey, no look his look, with stands,   

45.  
even so while she did sleep he might descry  
The loveliness and lustre of her face  
But being wakened now her cheirfull eye  
Forth throws his spangling reyes in every place  
Whose piercing glance with flaming hot desire  
Threw lightnings forth, and set the skies on fire   

46.  
The Prince Phelarnon bids no longer sight  
But goes unto the fontane by and by  
She that had never seine one armed Knight  
(Before that time) give out a fearful cry  
And fled he praesed with flattering praise to prove her  
She knew no love, no flattery than could move her.    

Caput. FOUR  
Argument.  
Fierce Tropalance of Datia  
And Prince Phelarnon feght  
Laissa and they beth enchanted  
Are by Mansay's might  
Great Sigismond one army brings  
Achaias' to invade  
He vanquished them and caused them seik  
To Thessaly for aid  

1.  
THat grisly child of darkness and of Hell  
Who had so well accomplished her desire  
Her poison ●n Phelarnons breist did swell  
And q●yt for to consume him with that fire  
An oath Prince at thi● same i'm she b●o●ght  
Who for the ●yke desyte of glory sought.   

2.  
This other Prince whom she had brought apace  
Wa● w●lking throw th●se groves and did espy  
Laissa who manteind her fearful chase  
While as h● thought her beauty dimmed the sky  
This Knight was Sun unto the Datian Prince  
And heght to name the mighty Tropol●nce   

3.  
Who come ●he fontane Helicon to view  
Wh●●e n●me so much throughout the world was known  
B●t seeing th●s fair Lady to eschew  
A Knight that to him now his eyes had shown  
Or him to m●k a conquest then with speid  
He breathed forth war● with terror & with dreid▪   

4.  
The Prince was loath to pairt from such a pray  
And priest to shun● this Knight but all in vain  
He lighted down and stoutly bade him stay  
Fur●h draws the blade, had many thousand slain  
Wheirwi●h like lightning dints, and blasts of ●hunder.  
His strokes bred pain, pain rage, and rage b●ed wonder.   

5.  
For lo his arm this brand hade raised on high  
And gave the Prince upon ●he armed creist  
So huge and heavy blows that now we'll nie  
He maid his b●ai●h forsake his panting breist  
The Prince almost now braith●es fearclie c●yits  
Falls miscreant thou deirlie shall abyitt.   

6.  
And ●hen his murdering blade did fiercely draw  
Ad ga●n● the Pagans breist a thrust he sent  
Wh●ch made him reill ●hat it appeird (in show)  
Hi● cursed life out of her lodge was rend  
His shoulder blade received so deip a wound  
He grovelling fell with bloody goir to ground.   

7.  
The Prince passed by and followed one his love  
His love, his Sister, and his unknown friend  
The Pagaine cursed all the Gods above  
And sweir he was sum fierce infernal fiend  
And yet in this his rage he followed fast  
Till of the Prince he got a sight at last.   

8.  
Who now had got Laissa in his arms  
And with mild words had pacified her fear  
The which to Tropolance bred greater harms  
Then when he did his flesh and armour tear  
Her looks he thinks unto his love consents  
Wheirby his courage tuentie fold augments.   

9  
Now wraith in him began to rage and swell  
And thus ●e said fie turn thy feeble face  
Leave that fair Lady and defend thyself  
Lo dreidfull death abides the to embrace  
Wheirwith he strak and peared the Princes syd  
With strength, the blaid for blood maid antres wyd.   

10.  
Then from Phelarnon streamed a luk-warme flood  
With purple goir that died the grassy ground  
while as the pagan spied the streaming blood  
The victory he thought he surely found  
But as a Lyone moved to rage and wraith.  
That teirs his prey with bloody paws to deith.   

11.  
So now the Prince dealt deildlie dints and blows  
That neither arms nor shield might them withhold  
Like hail and thunder thousand strokes he throws  
At last a stroke he gave with courage bold  
This Pagaines breist with this his mighty hand  
Gave way unto the life revenging brand   

12.  
Eune as a mighty Cedar (cut below  
By sharpened aix (falls trembling to the ground  
So fell the mighty Tropolance althow  
Revenge, rage, fury, strove with fats last wound  
And as dry wood when fy●e has spent the same  
At his last death sends forth the brightest flame.   

13.  
So he (though dead in strength) with angry pride  
And cursed revenge renewed his deing force  
The courteus Prince Phelarnon stepped asyd  
No hurt he proffered but with mild remorse  
Required him yield, who in his dying smart  
Sheathed his poinyeard in the Prince his hairt.   

14  
This was the sorrow of Achaians all  
This was the wrak and ruin of their crown  
This was the ground and causer of their fall  
This was the deith that dang their Phedro down  
This brought great Sigismond from out his soil  
With many thousand Datians to their spoil.   

15.  
But lo the grave magician Mansay knew  
The fatal end of those tuo princely Knights  
Thus in a da●k black cloud of fearful h●w  
He brought them to his cave with hel●she ●prights  
Wheir yet as than they gasp their latest breath  
And dies in pain yet leives in endless death.   

16.  
●he fair Laissa he has th●ir also  
Enchanted still in her amaized mood  
Because she was ●he ground of all thi● woe  
Whylls b●●nt ●n flam●'s & while she's d●ound in blood  
That Hell itself no greater burthene beirs  
Pain, rage, and grief, h●r hai●t in pieces teirs   

17.  
Now Fame began her feather footed race  
By many lands and seas she took he● flight  
At last (to rest her swift and speedy pac●)  
In Datia land at cour● she down did light  
And in the ears of mighty Sigismound  
Those woe full news she woefully did sound.   

18.  
How that his deirest Sun dier Tropolance  
Achaians Prince had now beref●●fly●e  
And ●hat into a ladies fa● defence  
He bravely died in tha● co●ragious strife  
Then plag●e on p●ague the Tyrant ear's confoundit  
Plyd, anger, ●aige, revenge, blood, mu●ther, sunnis.   

19  
Revenge proceids of injury by right  
A Passione th●t frail man tormenteth much  
It gnawe● the heart with torment● of despite  
By day and e●ke by night molesting such  
As ar● offendit thus injust it proves.  
For the offendar nought at all it moves.   

20.  
Sum in revenge does always use to kill  
But that is cruel rage and meir despite  
For he ●hat would revenge must have the skill  
To have a kind of pleasure and delyht  
That the revenged may feill with sh●me and pain●  
The weight of the Revengers wrath and gain.   

21.  
But Sigismond (of whom we now shall treat)  
Used only cruel rage and not revenge  
Most vicious and detestable deceat  
Most filthy barbarous and yet more strange  
A fear, a beastliness, a brut●she passione,  
An evil of evils, past all imaginatione.   

22.  
A passione which with women doth endure  
And oftentym's has by that Sex been used  
And also by the Vulgar being sure  
Of stronger backs, o● cowards that has choosed  
The weaker contrary party for their fo  
And thereupon their courage most they show.   

23.  
But lo the brave and mighty minds (we sie)  
(Wheir valour dueells) their strength does exerceize  
Against the strong resisting enemy  
And those whose deids their fame does eterneize  
Whom they no soonner to their mercy get  
But pity does their cruelty abet.   

24.  
Such pity used not Sigismond who sweir  
To make the Earth with Grecians blood so drunk  
That all the world yea heaven itself should heir  
The just revenge of his deir Suns died trunk  
Thus soon he raised one army void of fear  
Whoes stomachs stout breathed forth revenge & wea●   

25▪  
This Sigismond a mighty pagan strong  
The sceptre held of many mighty land  
Which he by right of war or rather wrong  
Most Tyranelyk did keip into his hand  
Who with this army great to Greece did go  
And tour's, and strengths, and touns, did overthroe.   

26.  
And coming to Achaia at the last  
King Phedro old his fury to with stand  
An army did convein whein whi●h he passed  
And met him on the borders of the land  
But this proud Pagan (with his multitude)  
got victory with too much Christian blood.   

27.  
Twice efter this the Pagans furious wrath  
Revenged too well his ding sons deir blood  
Whole feftie thousand he did bring to death  
With fifteen Princes of the royal brood  
Their King at last himself in Thebes enclosed  
When Princes, lords, and commons all were loosed.   

28.  
Whom Sigismond encompassed round about  
With wrath, with pride, with injury and wrong  
He swoor that city sold not hold him out  
though't were as Troy as great a fair as strong  
But he would mack irt equal with the plain  
And theirof should no memory remain.   

29.  
But Phedro old his threatenings to prevent  
(Fearing his wrack his ruin and his fall)  
Andromadan Ambassador he sent  
In Thessaly, relief help, aid, to call  
Andromodan a great Achaean lord  
Whom valour, worth, & virtue much decoird,    

Caput. V.  
Argument.  
PEenardo Prince of Thessalye  
Is heir unto you shown  
Whoes buried deids so long in grave  
Shall to the world be known  
Achaias' great Ambassador  
Requyrs Thessalia●e aid  
The which is granted and anon  
For war provisione made.  

1.  
INto the mighty land of Thessalye  
Their regned a King that Grodane heght to name  
By mighty force he conquered Arabia  
Throw Greciane land so famous grew his fame  
earths terror, Europs tour, and Africks' woe  
Bulwark of friends, and buriell of his foe.   

2.  
This Grodane had to wife a noble Dame  
That Sister wes unto the Spanish King  
Whoes life governed with ●uch a spotless name  
O●d f●me throw empty ae● this song did sing  
Th●y●● happy Prince of jasons line that regn's  
And to the world an other jason brengs.   

3.  
Those tuo were loved with such a lust regarid  
She loved, he feird, she praised, and he renowned  
The famous city Eregon he reird  
And built the princely Palace Pitemuond  
And their his royal court he entertained,  
Millions of knights and Ladies their remained.   

4.  
He had no children but a Sun alone  
Whoes beauty and proportione of his face  
Bewrayed his royal Progeny anon  
His person Princely and his comely grace  
Most rair, most wise, most valorous, most fair  
Most loved, most loathed, still croced, with Fortunes' sna●●.   

5.  
Penardo called the object of disdain  
The scorn of love, the monument of loath  
The mirror of mischief, the map of pain,  
The mark of danger, and the mould of wrath  
The Seat of sorrow, and the tomb of care  
The wings of wrack, the Burtio of despair.   

6.  
Yet was he well trained up in feart's of arms  
Tilt's, turnayes, and all warlyk exercise  
Whoes brave undaunted sprite espies no harms  
Whoes mighty force his fame doth eternize  
So loved of all, and yet that all so feird him  
That Heaven, and Earth, & Hell, to much admired him.   

7.  
And had his grandsire (jason valorous)  
Bein now alive he had not croned the Main  
For that his dangling tresses precious  
Surmunts the goldin fleece which he did gain  
His looks, his gesture, and his countenance  
Would chaistest Phoebe move to dalliance   

8.  
Dame Nature followed him with sad laments  
Compleining of her treasures empty coffers  
Proportioune beauty virtues excrements  
Was left to her and cheirfullie she offers  
To quit all those if he would prove so kind  
To runder back perfections of they mind   

9  
And yet sometime she (stairing ' in his face)  
Would seem to love him wowing him with swyll'●  
And proud of this her handy work whoes grace  
She swoir the glory of the god's beguyl's  
And other whills complaining in a rage  
She laked materialls for ensuing age.   

10.  
Which true did prove for Nature was undone  
The earth was lost, and mankind was forlorn  
Th'ensuring ages monster's proved too soon  
Some reason wants some but proportione borne  
Some dumb, some deaf, some blind, some leamed are seen  
Some senseless, witless, strenghtles, heartless bein.   

11.  
Now while the Earth was rap't with admiratione  
Of this fair youth so much admeired of all  
(One contrary removed) the confirmatione  
He seemed to have of all that grace men call  
He that in loves despite himself had shown  
Yet loved at last and loathed was overthrown,   

12.  
For who can shun his fortune or his fate  
All to loves live tho' life were but a night  
Cear, traveel woe, with pleasure does debate  
Grief sorrow, pain, with pastime, joy, delight.  
The truest happimes one earth remain  
Wheir croce is mixed with comfort, joy with pain   

13.  
But While fair fame (this royal court to show  
Throw spacious Earth and ocean took her flight  
Adventurous Knights had (many year's ag'oe)  
Sleeped in dark silence of eternal night  
Desire of honour (to the world's view)  
Calls forth one Youth, deip Danger to pursue,   

14.  
Penardo as one Gallant would obey  
Whoes brave heroic sprite surpassed so far  
All youths of Greece that he would oft essay  
The most and best approved Knights of war  
When tuo at once he caused for to effront him  
They could not find the meins for to dismont him   

15.  
Yet while he sleiped at home in silent pace  
Th' Ambassadors come to the court in haist  
from out Achaia whom it pleased his grace  
To entertain with many royal feast  
Who much admeird the great magnifience  
Of his fair court and of his excellence   

16.  
Thrie days were spent in feasting or repast  
When ●hey desired for to be hard of all  
The King and counsel being set at last  
They were conveyed unto a princely hall  
Yea to unfold that costly court so fine  
Should pass the might of such a Muse as myn●▪   

17.  
The pillars were of purest ivory framed  
With pearl and precious stone in gold embossed  
Whoes glistering beam's continual light inflamed  
That sable Night her entrance their had lost  
The stones to wall's their glances consecrat's  
Which richest mantles still reuerberat's   

18.  
Whoes maiest● was stately to behold  
For round about the walls the tapestry  
Was goodly arace wrought with Indian gold  
With purple silk and silver gloriously  
So vivelie wrought unto the human eye  
Majestic purtreats lively seemed to be▪   

19  
Their Cupid painted in his glistering pride  
His eyes were shut, yet in his cruel fist  
An goldin bow and arrows did abid  
Wheir with he shot at random when he list  
He bends, he draw's, he shoots no shaft in vain  
He hits the heart, & yet no marks remain.   

20.  
There jove and their the Theban Semale  
Their jealous juno like her Nurse appeirs  
And caused her seik that jove in majesty  
Would come with thundering darts & lightning fyr's  
Their might you see when he performed ye same  
Her birne in heavenly fire & schoarcking flame   

21.  
Their Leucothea. their was Phoebus bright  
In shape of old Eurimine her mother  
Their Orchamus her father tacks her straightly,  
And eard's her quick (till Phoebus coming hither)  
Unto a lamp a star a flaming light  
He changed her for to chase from thence ye night   

22.  
There Mars and Venus at their dallying sports  
Their Vulcan's artificial iron net  
Wherein he wrapped these lovers, their resorts  
Feir Danae's Sun whom jove did erst beget  
Who cuts Medusa's heid and their the fontane  
Wheir he had changed King Athlas in a montan.   

23.  
Their also feghts he with the monster wild  
That persecutes the fair Andronad ever  
Their Cephey and Cassiope bewailed  
Their daughter's hap, & yet could help her never  
Whom thundering jove injustly their detained  
She weiped, she murnt, she sigh't, she prayed, she planed   

24.  
All these vow might have sein so perfectly  
That nothing else but vital breath they wanted  
While as they seemed to lurk so privily  
Sum heir sum their in pairs together haunted  
They seemed to blush when curious eyes did sie them  
And shroud their ivory limbs in fowls to fly them   

25.  
So Cynthia does shrood herself from sight  
Of weary travelers that wandering strays  
Wrapped up in darkest cloud's of silent night  
Yet through thin clouds oft fhoots out silver rays  
So seemed they in those fowls, to creip unknown  
Yet show themself unwilling to be shown.   

26.  
Or as the streams of crooked winding brooks  
Now heighe then low, now rise, then falls again  
In darkest corners holes and privy crooks  
Will steal unseen Yet can not skaip the main  
Each ●umbling in huge heap's their homage does  
Compleaning on the Earth's unkind refuse   

27.  
Eune so those mantles glorious rich and rair  
If strurd will alter change and turn in vain  
Trembling and wafting moved which shaples aer  
Heir low their heighe their low heir hyeghe again  
Which makes sum portrats show & sum reteir  
Sum heighe sum low and sum vnwar's appeir   

28.  
Those strangers stood amazed at that sight  
The King to break their silence low did move him  
Upon a bench of gold that grave great light  
A Pale like heauens-starrded can oby above him  
The chiefest bowed to ground and then began  
To show the King (who heght Andromadan.)   

29.  
O thouw most mighty Prince of jasons race  
Thou scourge of Pagans and of Persians pride  
O thou who did by mighty strength deface  
Arabia foelix and the spoils devyd  
Amongst the Souldours with a princely mind  
Thy servants come from far, thy help to find   

30.  
Know that we are Archaian's mighty Prince  
Of ancient Greciane blood we are discendit  
Against the Pagans we have made defence  
Our realm lost our royal blood is endit  
Our King our country kingdom croun● & all  
Arrest and forced before our Foes to fall   

31,  
By Sigismond great King of Datia  
Of Transyluania and Moldavia Prince  
Of Servia and of Valachia  
He holds the sceptre and the governance  
With armies great to make his valour known  
Our country, tours, and towns has overthrown   

32.  
This was the cause, Ill hap our Prince let out  
One day the mont Parnassus for to view  
Well armed he was both lofty strong and stout  
Well favoured fair and of a heavenly hue  
Our King Of Children had no more at all  
there was he lost, and their our strength did fall   

33.  
For their he chanced to view a sacred Muse  
Enamoured thus he fondly fell in love  
Pre sing her divine deity to abus  
Whose mind from chaste desyrs he could not move  
By chance a Knight arrived & sought withal  
His pain, his grief, his lose, his death, his fall   

34.  
And thus they both in combat fought a space  
Until there fa● all hour approached near  
And then they both were slain into that place  
Eune then began our woe, our wrack our care  
This Knight was Prince of Datia & was Sun  
To Sigismond for him this war began,   

35.  
When he had done in silence still he stood  
Abiding answer f●om the King who said  
(In greatest ire) he would revenge their blood  
And willingly would lend his freind●ie aid  
Live happic Prince (said they) in whoes sweitt eyes  
Wrath, terror, dreid, revenge, and glory lies.    

Caput. VI  
Argument.  
THe army marches to Achai,  
Encamps on Phocis' plain  
Grodane seeks peace at Sigismond  
Who anfwers with disdame  
Boeotia stays their garisone  
For Grodans help they sue  
Penardo goes to their relief  
With all the Aenean crew.  

1.  
O Amity the worlds only life  
Without the which this great & wondrous frame  
Of heaun & earth should so be wrapped in strife  
That contrary motion's would confund the same  
It seems from mighty jove thou art descended  
He send the down when this great work was ended.   

2.  
Of man thou art the staff and only guide  
Without the, man should walk in darkest night  
Thou art the stay, and joy of his abide  
The world's lamp her lantern and her light  
Of Gods elect the sacred flame alone  
Kindled in heaven before his mercy's thron●.   

3.  
The Nurse of true society human  
Pillar of staitts and policies for awe  
Nor any else save tyrants the disdain  
For wheir thou art their is no neid of law:  
Law is a second mein devyed to be  
And serus for nought but their wheirs want of the.   

4.  
True friend ship reulls desire and the affects  
The heart, the tongue, the mind, the will, and all  
But lay the yock of justice on their necks  
For awe of punishment, and fear of thrall  
They are constrained their duty for to do  
Which friend ship would most willingly go too.   

5.  
Thus Amity the sacred flame has beine  
That fosters truth, to duty giving life  
Whi●h in this following history is s●ine  
By Grodane who had wrapped himself in strife  
In him true Amity had sole dominione  
Which gave no place to wordly base opinion.   

6.  
For lo his counsel would this way proceeded  
They could not thus procur so great a foe  
Except the King Heir to Achai succeed  
Great fools are they that threatening dangers know  
And run but hope but help advise, delay  
Headlongs to wrack, to ruin, to decay.   

7.  
This seemed to grie with reason but the King  
Who feared not, caird not, sought not, gain to crave  
True virtue, glory, amity did rigne  
In him who could not, should not, would not leave  
His friends in strait, in danger, in distress  
His aid, they sought and they should find no less.   

8.  
Wheirat the legatts (falling one their face)  
Did weep for very joy before them all  
And reverently again they thank his grace  
And Thessaly for arms began to call  
The King's will, pleasure, and command declared  
Bands, legions, troops, & squadrons were prepared,   

9  
Thus through the mighty land of Thessalye  
Theirs nothing hard but murder, blood, and wear  
Such tumolts did aryss that presentlye●  
All nighbour nationes gann his force to fear  
Fame fill their ears eune babbling fame too nimble  
All feared his name, and fearing all did tremble.   

10.  
So feared is Nilus proud and mighty rage  
That fertile Egypt's land does overfloe  
When by the hatcheing Crocadills presage  
They know how far the Princely stream will go  
When ower his banks he spreads his azure wings  
All faints, all fears, all flies the force he brings.   

11.  
Then while the flower of Thessally repaired  
Before Eregon on a pleasant plain  
Whoes panting hearts appealed their power prepaird  
To gield their glistering arms with glorious gain  
To wrath they yield, wrath, them to war commands.  
Wrath armed their heart's, their hearts has armed their hands.   

12.  
This great and mighty army was as much  
One horse and foot as feftie thousand strong  
Wheirof were threttie thousand footmen such  
As any was all Christiandome among  
The horsemen all were Princes, Lords, and Knights  
Great wonders wrought their valours, strentghs & might   

13.  
In Thessaly and Aeneans did dwell  
Of all the Greicks those were the most renowned  
In martial featts of arms they did exeell  
Their pedigree from brave Achilles found  
Of those ten thousand to this war was sent  
Most brave, most strong, most fierce, most valiant,   

14.  
Those guards the person of this mighty King  
And called his Cavalarie alwheir  
Thus well provided all of every thing  
This army marched in goodly order their  
And being come unto the frontiers end  
Grodane his legate to the Datian send.   

15.  
Requiring him from such attempts to cease  
And let the Grecians brook their native soil  
Restoiring back their cities and with peace  
Depart but trouble, pillage, pray, or spoil  
And be not proud of Fortunes' pleasant hours  
Whoes smyls are mixed with frouns whoes sweitts with sorwes   

16.  
Although his Sun Prince Tropolance was slain  
Himself too we'll revenged his death before  
For he the Prince Phelarnon killed again  
The law of arms provides revenge no more  
Than should he not triumph and tyrannize  
Thus in their fall, their wrack, their miseries.   

17.  
Eune as a stately ship (her foes to urge)  
Forth slyds upon the restless, rolling waw  
Imperiouslye she cuts the azure surge  
One Thetis back she ryds with gallant shaw  
But when the angry Seas begins to roar  
Waves beats her down, that beat the waves before,   

18.  
So hie upon the tope of Fortunes wheel  
Must neids be thrown down heidlongs at a blow  
In pride he said he would make Grodane feel  
The force of datian arms before he go  
Although his Sun had else revenged his death  
That kingdom skair sly could suffeice his wrath.   

19  
And sure (quoth he) if I had known the platt  
That Grodane made this war to take in hand  
I would have keipt his glory in fo● that  
Yea and perhaps his fury still with stand  
For eune before the wall● of Eregone  
My army there in armour should have shone.   

20.  
Soon after those disdain full speeches past  
The army marched sum tuentie legs that so  
Th●y being near to Phocis at the last  
Grodane directed one herald for to show  
(By sound of trumpet) that he willed them yield  
But they refuised, wheirfore he man'd the field.   

21.  
When he haid laid his siege unto the city  
His Skoutts brought in a messenger in haste  
Who prayed his Majesty to take some pity  
Upon Bieotia that was lost almost  
Tuo days ago they slew their garison  
And maid revolt from wicked Sigismune.   

22.  
And lo of Transyluania the Prince  
(Caldoro strong Phelaston) comes to raze their w●ll  
And kill themselves, their, Enfants but defence  
Leaveing no memory of them at all,  
This Prince indeid of all the pagan camps  
Was most renowned and feared for brave attempt▪   

23.  
Of manly courage stout of body strong  
Bold was his heart and valorous his hand  
Cruel his mind envious full of wrong  
Disdain, pride, rage, yea fury in him found  
A duelling sit (and last to show him right)  
Fearless of God, cairles of hell's despite.   

24.  
Wheirfore Penardo neids would show him sel●  
And falling one his kneiss before his Sire  
Desired that he might have the chairge to quell  
The fury of that princely Pagans ire  
His trembling voice, pale face, and fiery breath  
Shows his true valour and his furious wrath   

25.  
So does a gentle Lion meik and mild  
(For Prince's pleasure teamed with teacher true)  
If moved to rage and wrath he grows so wild  
His wont courage in his breist renew  
His tail he lifts a fit and ●uffs his heir.  
Shoots surth his flaming tongue, & paws to tear.   

26.  
Loath was his father he should undergo  
So great a charge in these his tender yeirs  
Yet knowing courage did his breist over flow  
In him strength, might, and valour we'll appeirs  
Whoes sune of glory can no cloud ow'r vale  
Whoes day no night, nor darkness, may assail.   

27  
To him he gave this great and mighty charge  
And with him sent three Princes stout and bold  
Whoes name fame, praise, worth, valour shall at large  
Be shown above the northern starr' enrolled  
And with him went those warrelyk Aenean bands  
Terror of earth, and strength and Graeciane lands.    

Caput. VII.  
Argument.  
PEnardo's aid is cum to lat  
The town is set on fire  
He follows on the Enemy  
Revenge is his desire  
A visione in his sleep appeirs  
The which he does declear  
Beneath Apollo's altar, He  
Hes found an armour fair  

1.  
AMbitioune is a passioune wondrous strong  
Of noble courage and of mighty force  
Which captive leads all g●alant spreits along  
And even the strongest passions does enfor●e  
Yea love itself which seemeth to contend  
Yet oft ambitione victor proves in end.   

2.  
Ambitione is an flame that burns the mind  
With endless drought still thirsting efter glory  
A blind excessive greediness (of kind)  
To be embossed in tym's eternal story  
Still hunting after greatness that we sie  
Ambitione never satisfied to be.   

3.  
Ambition heigh is no● a Passione feat  
For base-born brain's, or wordly small attemp's  
Renown and glory stoups not to such bait  
Those are not capable but are contemp's  
For proud ambi●oune beats & casts them down  
while as they se●k praise, glory, and renown.   

4.  
Ambitione after gain does not pursue  
Nor actions reapping profeit does it cair  
But ay wheir dreidfull danger does ensu  
Difficult straying unusual and rare  
even there, ambitione hunts for glory eue●  
For base and wordly gain it caireth never.   

5.  
This passione Prince Penardo did bereave  
Of whom we write this following history  
Who thirsting after honour seemed to leave  
A famous name in Glorious memory  
In him ambitione, cruel war sustained  
'Gainst love, and famous victory obtained   

6.  
Who as we said receded that army small  
Wheir with he should relieve Beotias neid  
But Sigismundi (the city for to thra●)  
Haid send the Transiluaniane Prince with speid  
Whoes valorous renown to heaven did munt  
Wheir for Penardo with ambitione brunt,   

7.  
He freat's) he froun's, he longs to reave the crown  
Of fame and glory from Phelastons head  
And set it on his own, which great renown  
To beir it through the world unconquered  
More grief he finds when one goes him before  
Then joy in conquing of a thou and score.   

8.  
Now he right glade in gaining of this chairge  
Tuo days led forth his army one the w●y  
At last drew near and on a plain right large  
Wold neids refresh his wear●e men a day  
And then he sends, to learn, to view to know  
Th' estate, the place, the number of his foe.   

9  
When Phoebus drinshed his sylver shining hair  
In Thetis lap they saw a cloud aspire  
Whoes smook send sudden darkness throw the ac●  
Wherein appeird reid flashing flamm's of fire  
As if the earth out of her bowels wide  
Had send to choke the lofty heavens for pride.   

10.  
While as the army viewing stood amaized  
Whoes haughty hearts no fear could harbour in  
Yeit vew's with fear and fearing still they gazed  
Their quiet murmur made a fearful dine  
At last the skoutts returning told ye truth  
Which moved them all to, woe, to care, to ruth.   

11.  
Know mighty Prince your enemies are gone  
Because th●y have fulfilled their fierce desire  
For they have raised the walls of yonder town  
And set it all w●th skoarching flamm's a fire  
Touns tours and walls in c●●well fire doth burn  
Men, women, babs, by bloody swords are torn.   

12.  
This was the cause of their destructione lo  
They feared the Prince his aid should come too lait  
And la●king soldiers on their wall's to show  
For their defence agains th●ir cruel fate  
Within a forest full of lack's and fenn's  
Three hundredth robe●s lay in caves and dens.   

13.  
The chief of these was once a citizen  
Who playing bancker out, his goods bade lost  
Whairfo●e he hied him to the Robers dene  
Who choosed him chif●ane of their theevishe host  
Him hired they strait with soums of Indian gold  
To guard their walls and to defend their Hold   

14.  
But he who had no pity nor regaird  
Unto their lywes but only to their gold  
Agreid by privy letter's for reward  
And to Phelaston has the city sold  
Ah hapless wretch that caused destroy and kill  
Men at thy mercy, thy command, and will.   

15.  
Eune as the mighty marlion mounts the sky  
And soars one lofty wings with g●aizing eyes  
At last the chirming lark she does espy  
Chief chante● in the queir of all that flies  
Whose hollow throat, sends forth a thou and sounds  
To pierce the azure vaults that back redounds,   

16.  
Her shrill sweit notts, with silent blowing breath  
Now seeing her fierce enemy aspire  
Piercing the empty aer to fly from death  
While to prolong she mounteth, still the higher  
Bot with sad looks, while thus she bids adieu  
Their she a weary traveller does view.   

17.  
Whoes heart she oft had cheird with chirming clear  
Awaking him from drowsy sleep to rise  
And warned him that Apollo's light drew near  
And in his long'sum journey did devise  
New not's wheiron she curious descant found'st  
Filling his ears with diapason sounds   

18.  
And thinking now that he would thankful be  
She hies fast down and seiks his aid to beild her  
With fearful shrieks does in his bosom fly  
Glad that she song to him who now does shield her  
But he whoes hairt no pity harbours lo  
Delivers her unto her mortal foe.   

19  
So did this fruit of ill this wel●h of woe  
This curse of havene in Who vnn●tutall heart  
No petty could have plac● but to her foe  
The city yields (for this her good desert)  
That oft had song sweit not's of education  
To draw him from his hapless constellatione   

20.  
even so the ravening wolf by simple goat  
Brought up, with love, with travel, care, and, pain  
And feid upon her teat (such is her loat)  
Till strength and force and vigour he retain  
Then he whom she brought up so cairfullie  
Her deith, het grave, her sepulchre must be   

21.  
The Prinee that pitied such a sore mischance  
Admiring much this monstrous cruelty  
Swoor in a rage his army to advance  
Till he revenged Boeotias' misery  
Which did inrol his praise above the skies  
His fame, wooeth, valour, wondrous victories.   

22.  
When Phoebus' harbinger in crimson clad  
Chaiced done to Hell nights hated hue abhorred  
The flower that murn's for Phoebus' absence spread  
Her beauty furshe and smyl's upon her Lord  
Whoes birning beams and life infusing rays  
Comforts the Earth and beautifieis ye skies   

23.  
Then through the camp a murmur gane to rise  
All cries for arms the trumpets sounds aloud  
There sturdy coursars courage loudly brays  
And seemed to cry for lofty ●ydars proud  
They forward marched which joy & great delight  
Their willing minds made heavy armour light   

24.  
And marching thus with such a restless pace  
Three days ●he●e nights, a● last they come in sight  
Of thei● proud foe● who heiring of their chaice  
Had lyk desire lyik will to prove their might  
Shouts, clamours, cries, on every syd descry  
Their will, desire, and hope of victory.   

25.  
And yet Phelaston lyk one champioune wise  
Forecasting perrells in his through alone  
Feared that Penardo's hardy enter prise  
Was but a crafty train to draw him on  
And that the army in some corner lay  
His camp upon a sudden to betreay   

26.  
Yet being of a mighty gallant mind  
He shamed to fly at his imaginatione  
Wheir fore in haste to Athens did he send  
Wheir Brando lay at siege to show the fashion  
Brando the rule o'er Servia did hold  
Stout, hardy, wight adventorous and bold   

27.  
Which when he hard his siege he raised in haste  
And to the Prince Phelaston marched along  
Now know that in his camp thei● was at least  
One horse and fute sum tuentie thousand strong  
To Sigismond those news he shortly sends  
Who raised his siege from Thebes and thither wends.   

28.  
Now Primum mobile had drawn the light  
with his swift course out of ou● Hemispere  
And spread the ●eatblack mantle of the night  
That summons all the creatures with fear  
Unto their rest then for to be their shield  
They built a canues' city on the field   

29.  
While thus he had encamped in their sight  
Set forth his watch his camp intrinshit strong  
This Campioune caused disarm them all that night  
For their refreshment after journey long  
After repast the Prince to sleep is gone  
And in his sleep appeird this visione.   

30.  
A virgin Nymph (who's beauty dimmed the sky)  
Wi●h saddest looks with sobs with sighs with tears  
So sorrowful she seemed with weipping eye  
Led by tuo fiends of Pluto's grisly fears  
Her body seemed all died in crimson blood  
Her garment skoarched in flamm's of hellish brood.   

31.  
Thus leading her hard by him (as he thought)  
She cried o sweitt Penardo lend thy aid  
Whoes only strength the fate's decree has wrought  
To end the ceaseless torments of a Maid  
Wheirat him thought he start with sudden fear  
Drawing his brand those hellish fiends to tear.   

32.  
But then with mildest speech she said no more  
Thy willingness suffeizeth at this time  
A greater danger thou must pass before  
Thy happy aid give end unto my crime  
But mighty jove in danger, war, and strife  
Preserve thy fame, thy honour, and thy life.   

33.  
Not far their stands within a pleasant vale  
Ane altar built at Agamemnon's cost  
In honour of fair Pallas sacred Cell  
When he was captain of the Graetiane host  
Their, lies a sword, a shield, one armour fair  
Of worth, of wonder, and of virtue rare.   

34.  
Fight not before you have this armour on  
Whose worth shall much advance thy wondrous fam●  
For know this much before tuo days by gone  
That Pluto has conspyrt to spoil thy name.  
For he has send the Fiends in legions forth  
To seik to shame, to wrack, to stain, thy worth.   

35.  
And thus she vanished quit out of his sight  
He waking one a sudden from his sleep  
thought this to be a fantasy too light  
That from his humoured brain did fondly creip  
Yet warlie did his thoughts one wit attend  
Weighing if good or ill thereon depend.   

36.  
Aurora in her purple rob arose  
Warning p●oud Titan for to light the d●y  
And drew the courtens that did h●m disclose  
In Thetis lovely arms that dalleing lay  
Who stole away and in the gloomy East  
Reared up above the Earth his flaming crest.   

37.  
How soon the Prince espyit his goldine light  
He called for Mandadorus Prince of Mesone  
This Mandadorus was of greatest might  
Of all his subjects save the Duik of Thesone  
To him he told his dream who said your grace  
May tri't and trying let the truth have place.   

38.  
Wheirfore he send and from his ancient room  
Caused raise the altar wheir they found a stone  
Of Alabastre builded lyk a Tomb  
In greik sum letters were engrafted thereon  
Those we ethe words (ingraphed in gold so fine  
That now as first their lustre seemed to shine.   

39  
This precious stone one armour does retain  
Whose wondrous worth as yet shall no man know  
Until the Spreit of them that lives in pain  
Eune to a mighty stranger shaell them show  
Who with the same recalls relents, releifs,  
Thrie Souls from pain, from death, from Hell's mischiefs   

40.  
Hid was the meaning dark the sentence seemed  
Of all the truth they could not ripe the ground  
But this fair costly armour as they deemed  
Had at the famous wars of Troy beine found  
Which grave and wise Cassandra had invented  
For Paris, Troy's fierce fall to have prevented.   

41.  
Lo thus it was she knowing by her art  
The ruin of heaun threatening Troy drew near  
And that proud Paris his unjust desert  
Should be the cause of such an endless weir  
To him by art she had this armour wrought  
That all the Gods decree might turn to nought,   

42.  
Fo● she descending to the lowest Hells  
Her mighty power in magic force she show  
The grisly Ghosts stood trembling while she tells  
Her will in frameing of this armour new  
Loath to proved remorse, remeid, relief  
Who joyed in blood, war, murder, and mischief.   

43.  
Yitt fear them forced they durst not disobey  
Her mighty art and all commanding will  
For she with straying characters could a lay  
The pains of Hell from punishment of ill  
Yea she the Suns diurnal course could stay  
And turn to darkest night the brightest day.   

44.  
And while these fiends this armour fine did make  
They forged the metal first in Aetna's flame  
And tempered it into the Stygiane lake  
With herbs of wondrous force amongsed the same  
That mighty strong enchantments can with stand  
Yea sword, and fire, and water, can command.   

45.  
Ioues douchter brought king Agamemnon forth  
When she with them returning was to Troy  
Who seeing them of such a wondrous worth  
Bereft the grave Cassandra of her joy  
Who had with herbs and flams of Flegitone  
Composed a strange and admirable stone.   

46.  
Which secretly she in this armour set  
Whose virtue was his owner for to stay  
From love, and amorous desyr's to let  
Arming the heart 'gainst all venereal play  
For princely Paris she devised this train  
That he might render Helen back again.    

Caput. VIII.  
Argument.  
AChaians fall fair Pallas doth  
Forsie long time before  
And that Penardo should them raise  
Unto their former gloir  
The Aene●ns tuo batales win●  
And by the Prince alaine  
The Transyluanian and the Seruian  
Disput; both are slain.  

1.  
WHen as the Greciane goat this armour lo  
Ioues brain borne girl did give him this command  
That of this thing no creature should know  
Till he returned unto his native land  
Wheir to her name he should one Altar rear  
And secretly enclose this armour their.   

2.  
The which he did with dutiful regaird  
According to heighe pallas her command  
For lo th●t sacred altar up he raird  
Their under laid the armour which they found  
Wheir it had lyine so many hundreyht yeirs  
Unfound vnmarked unknown as it appeirs.   

3.  
Sum says that b●ight warlyk pallas did forsie  
Eune then, the ruin of Achaias' crown  
And that fair Lissa cause theirof should be  
Trogh her great beauty of so high renown  
Thus she provides, forseiss, prevents their fall  
By means unsought, or unrequeird at all.   

4.  
This brought Penardo out of Thessaly  
F●om torment this fair virgin to releass  
So faites ordained such was his destiny  
So heauns decreed her torment thus should ceass  
O mighty jove blessed be thy sacred name  
That so prevents, sorseiss, temeids, our shame.   

5.  
When they had brought this armour to the Prence  
They fitted him so we'll on every pa●t  
A● if they had been made for that pretence  
Who thus acoutered with a lofty heart  
Lynk Mars himself his countenance he ba●  
That thundered forth blood, victory, and war.   

6.  
This armour was with red vermilion rosd  
And spangled thick with stars of Indian gold  
Whose cornert point● with diamonds imbosd  
And silver branches that the stars uphold  
He goes they glance they shine while as he stirred  
Of all hes praised, regaird●t, loud, admyrd.   

7.  
His haughty helmet guildet all with gold  
Whoes shynning brightness trembling terror bred  
Ow'r all his creist an Eggle did unfold  
His goldim wings which proudly overspread  
The shynning helm and w●th his tall ones wide  
He seemed to tear the metal in his pride.   

8.  
Upon his downy cronne their stood upright  
A bunsh of plumes discolored diversly  
Spangled with spangs of gold and pearl whoes light  
Daizled the sight of the beholders eye  
Their shadows in the Eggls' eyes did glance  
That seemed right glad of this their dalliance.   

9  
So does a tall and lofty Cedar show  
That grows on top of mighty Parnass montane  
The mildest blast that Zephyrus can blow  
Makes all his leaves to tremble on the fontane  
Or Cynthia lyk in silent night that shawes  
Her beams to dance and glance one Thetis waves:   

10.  
Of burnished steill his glanceing shield It shone  
The true presage of his ensuing days  
Wheir sat a lady on a crimson throne  
A knight lay prostrate at her feitt who says  
Ah Fates your fierce Decree I surely prove  
That keeps her heart from all the darts of love.   

11.  
His mortal blade did semlie hang withhold  
Within a silver sheathe wrought curiously  
The hilts were of the fynnest burnished gold  
Which pearl and sapphire stones did beautify  
No metal nor enchantment could resist  
This murdering blade when ever his owner list.   

12.  
And armed thus he red upon a steid  
Whoes pride with prancing beatts the groneing ground  
And champing on his foamme bit with dreid  
Would seim with trampling noye the aer to wound.  
By lofty volts and ravets showing still  
How glade he was t'obey his masters will,   

13.  
Who managed him so we'll at wished contents  
Wi●h turns and curbits heir and their removes  
And when he slakt the reins his lofty sprents  
Would ●kai●slie tipp the trembling earth with hoves  
And glad of such a Master matchless rare  
With swift impetuos speid would pierce the aer.   

14.  
Off was his helm, his amorous face and eyes  
Like Hesper shynd amongst the lesser lights  
His countenance still p●omest victories  
Fair smile, sweitt, and pleasant in their sights  
A light but fire a ha●t but fear or dreid  
A lamp unqueinshd a mind unconquered   

15.  
Then love himself more sweit his countenance  
Wheir grace ●ay hid in glanceing beauties lap  
Still sending with each smile, each look, each glance  
A thousand amours that the senses rap  
With all delight at last he breathed forth  
True valour virtue wonder glory worth.   

16.  
Brave Bretherine and Companions all in wear  
Remember your Forefathers lofty feat's  
Our sweit Thessalian soil did only bear  
Those mighty minds that all the earth abaits  
Our natione with our jason left their soil  
To gain the glory of the goolden spoil.   

17.  
What braver spreits in Greece then hath be in ours  
What greater glory than our country wan?  
What manly minds and mighty conqueror's  
But we may claim ay since the world began  
Yea if we look our lyns descents and bloods  
Wei'll shame to fly from worlds of multitudes.   

18.  
〈◊〉 leave we honour, fame descent, and blood,  
Remember only whom with all we deal  
With Pag'anes, spoylars of the christian Good  
The ancient foes of Greece we must assail  
Nay foes I shame to call them not but thieves  
On robrie theft, spoil, prey, & pillage leaves.   

19  
Their Captane strong Phelaston strong I know  
though called so stout so strong so fierce in fight  
though Persians, Syrans', and Arabiams too  
He foils yet hes not feltt the Grecian might  
Those naked, bare, unarmmed, fear makes fall  
Bot haughty Greeks surpas them, him, & all   

20.  
Great victory by this brave feght shall come  
The danger nothing and the labour small  
Some fearful strengthless, hairtles, mightles, some  
Before our face they fear, they fly, they fall  
What neid we mor bat kill take, stay, and chase  
Envy, strife, discord, throw them flies a pace.   

21.  
Whereat the army gave a joyful cry  
And willingly they rank themselves the while  
Their Captanes and commanders joyfully  
Did cheer them up with the reward of spoil  
there breists are swelled with conquest courage wrath  
The roaring trumpets sounds blood, war, & death.   

22.  
The Prince his battles ordored in this sort  
By Mandadorus was the unegaird led  
To whom tuo thousand footmen did rosurt  
Of Aneans a thousand horse he had  
Who looks lyk hungry Lions while they go  
That wrath war blood & vengeance doth foreshow   

23.  
Phenabon prince of Thays the reirward had  
Equal in number wepins arm's devyce  
Belmondo duike of Toropeia led  
The battle great that was as money twice  
All those for war were borne in war they flourished  
In travels great, great pain great danger nurisht   

24.  
The Ptince himself would not in batteil stand  
But with tuo thousand mighty men of arms  
Would give supply wheir any want he found  
And with fresh aid would still revenge their harms  
Whille as he said Brave Brotherin let me see.  
That if they i'll they're slain, if feght they die.   

25.  
Now by this time the Prince Phelaston had  
Hrs' army we'll in battle rank arrayed  
And with new hope their fanting hearts he fed  
That nothing now but eourage in them stay it  
His venegaird was five thousand at the least  
Led by a migtie pagan Alphorest.   

26.  
Lagone the reirwaird led a pagan good  
Wheir was five thousand bold strong hardy stout  
And with himself the greatest battle stood  
Ten thousand strong but fear but care but doubt  
Thus marching both they joune the trumpets sounds  
At whoes huge 'noys both heauen'e & earth redounds   

27.  
Like to the blasts of boisterous Boreas'  
Th●t hurls w●th hasty wings from highest heau'ne  
With thundering royes and threatening glorious  
To shok the Earth's fundatione fond dreven  
Blasting the heavens ' that back redounds his blowe●  
Beatting ' the earth and billowing Seas that showe●.   

28.  
With swelling waves to soar in lofty skye●  
Disdaining the government he keip's  
Thath causeth all their watery empyr's ryes  
From silent moving in the lowest deip's  
Raising huge mont's one. Neptun's azure plain  
In foamy drops he throuws them down again.   

29.  
And up again through aery waults from sea's  
His bloustring blast● from North to South he sends  
Crushing the clouds that fast before him flies  
Together dashed their broken ranks descends  
In teary drops as if they seemed to weep  
That he so great governament should keip.   

30.  
Eune so these mighty men of arms did crush  
With furious strength their weapons each on other  
Huge drops of blood in streams did always gush  
The streams in floods the floods brought Seas together  
That drops, and strem's & floods, & seas took pair●  
To drinshe, to dash, to drown, the Martial heart.   

31.  
The rank's that stiflie stands against their foes  
Falls down in slaps waltering in bloody stryn'ds  
Whereon fresh ranks (still marching bravely goes  
Out o'er the bellies of their deing friends  
Not yielding to their foes till either side  
Does sacrifice their souls to swelling pride.   

32.  
Now whilst on every syd they fearslie sighed  
The wantguards met with mighty strength and bos●●  
Wheir Alphorest the pagan show his might  
Before his feit lay many deing ghost  
Till Mandadorus saw such havok their  
Wheir Alphorest did feght he did repair.   

33  
And Alphorest (that lyk a Lyoune bears  
Himself) espied the Prince of Meson by  
To red himself of common soldiers feirs  
His blows seemed lightning thundert throw the sky.  
And then he lent the Prince a mighty blow  
That almost from his horse he forced him go   

34.  
But he acquyts him lighting on his hand  
That hand and sword, and all, fell to the ground  
And wheir his visar louse he lykewayes found  
He made him, their receive his fatal wound  
The Pagans now began to fear and fant  
When as their mighty leadder thus they want.   

35.  
And by this time the greatest battle flies  
Eune their wheir as the Transysuanian stood  
For that Penardo with his fresh supplies  
Had broke in throw their ranck● imbrued which blood  
So that in general all began to fly  
Except Phelaston their would bravely die   

36.  
And sure that day his admirable might  
If I sold pass untold I were to blame  
For that himself alone in single fight  
Had slain thrie knights of great and famous name  
Lighosthon, Guelpho, Meldabreid, at length  
By cruel death had felt his might strength   

37.  
Nor those alone by his accursed hand  
Dep●yu'd of life of soul of breath did lie  
But Oerard, Ormond, Groian, by his brand  
Were slain all Knights of noble progeny  
With many more he in that fatal strife  
Hurt, field, or bruised, or then bereft of life.   

38.  
Penardo still that followed on the chaise  
Belmondo and Phenabon he espied  
Both by one Knight were put to great distress  
there armour all with crimson blood was died  
In greatest haste if he had not come to theme  
That Knight alone was like for to undo theme.   

39  
Yet wounding that such wondrous force could be  
In one to foil such fomous Knights as they  
And piteing that other side should die  
He trusts himself betuein and bids them stay  
And to Phelaston says heir are no foes  
Bot from his brand he answered him which blows.   

40.  
Then he commands those tuo to stand aside  
The furious pagan feiresie he assailed  
His thirsty blade oft in his blood he died  
At every stroke his armour he dismaild  
With equal strength the pagan countervaild him  
Showing his wondrous valour no thing failed him.   

41.  
The pagan raised his sanguine sword in high  
Discharging blows upon his helmet strong  
while fiery star's out of his eyes did fly  
His mou●h furth-casting streams of blood along  
Wheirfore he now which wrath shame rage & wonder  
Send blows lyik lightning tempest, storm, & thunder.   

42.  
Theirwith redoubled was the Pagans ire  
Who said shall one poor knight my strength recall  
And so again the Prince received his hire  
That tuyce he reild and ready tuyce to fall  
At last he blushed for shame, & shook for wrath  
requiting shame which foil, disgrace with death.   

43.  
This was the Transyluaenian fierce and strong  
Whom he had slain, and forward then he passed  
And put himself among's the Pag'anes throng  
Which scattered chased, & slain to ground he cast  
As sand before the northern blast forth fleis  
So fled those troup's, & fleeing falls, and this,   

44.  
Werie● with killing then they sound retrai●  
From sending Pagans soul's to Pluto's ports  
Wheir of a now I cease for to repait  
while as to them more danger still resorts  
For lo a greater host they might descry  
With standards wafting in the aery sky.   

45.  
Amazed they stood and knew not what it meined  
At last the Prince undaunted courage show  
By trumpets sound he caused them be conveind  
And thus said he itt is not time to rue  
Keip what your valour courage might & strength  
Has bravely won, and win you shall at lenthe.   

46.  
●●nck then yourself while Courage you relieve  
Let fear fly hence to minds effeminate  
These minds to martial glory does atchyve  
Whoes lives to hasards bold are consecrat  
Do from your hands, your swords your hearts, your eie●  
Strength, valour, conquest victory forth flies.   

47.  
Then willingly they call for battle new  
Still thirsting after glory to aspire  
Their bloodless face and trembling voices show  
That wrath within their breist had kindled fire  
The warrelyk 'noys of trumpets roaring breath  
Steird horse to courage and the men to wrath.   

48.  
And now began the feght more sharp, and thin  
Now their encounters cruel hand to hand  
The Datians feghts to keip what they had win  
The Grecians to relieve their native land  
Their v●ctorie and courage manned the field  
Their come revenge to force those tuo to yield,   

49.  
Yet were the Datians stout in dangers strong  
Their bodies fresh not wound bruised nor bleeding  
Their first assault was fierce and lasted long  
themselves within the Grecians ground intruding  
But Prince Penardo blamed their fainting hearts  
Whose brave example promeisd he●ghe deserts.   

50.  
And formast than he led them throw their foes  
With deip impressiones in these Squadrons great  
His sword so broad a way had made for thoes  
That followed him with hope, strength, rage, despy.  
While now the Datians seemed to rander back  
Their new reft ground a real mends to mack▪   

51.  
But not content with this himself he thrust  
With his brave guard of Prince's lords and Knights  
'Gainst the great body of ●he battle first  
The which he shu●k and br●ck with straggling flights  
Transported so with courage might and strength  
Forth throw his foes he leaves his guard at length.   

52.  
Wheir he his overflowing valour shows  
His sword that seemed his danger for to know  
Such havoc made among his fainting foes  
That he was strongly now intrinsht and foe  
Deid corpse were forts whoes bloody ditches shoes  
Feir, terror, dreid, and death to all his foes.   

58.  
Brave Brando than the Seruiane drawing near  
The great Commander of these mighty maits  
Began his wondrous valour to admeir  
He loud his deids though their effects he haits  
This was the Seruiance Disput whom before  
Phelaston send his aid for to implore.   

54.  
Penardo slew and hurt and chased his foes  
None leued but these who fled his angry wrath  
He like a wild and hungry Lyone goes  
From place to place and with him dreidfull death  
But seeing then no foe gainstands his rage  
He stays and staying does his wrath assuage.   

55.  
As winds gainstand by woods hills tours or walls  
The buildings shaks and tries by roots uptears  
While over the oppin plains he myldlie swalls  
Eune so Penardos' wrath he calmly beirs  
When none his strength his will his rage assailed.  
But Brando him at length to feght appealed.   

56.  
And while their eyes did draw them both in sigh●  
Their minds consents to combat not agr●ing  
Wheirwith they now begin a famous fight  
Whoes bravery was beheld with thousands deinge  
Who raird their heids a fit their lyfe●●enew  
In death's despite that combat for to view.   

57  
Their no●es how much in feriour to the rest  
So much superior they in skilful fight  
Their courage was by skill governed best  
Their skill secundit by their strength and might  
Their terror pleasure shows, unto the eye  
Wheir strength with skill & wit with wrath agrie.   

58.  
Both valiant and both despising death  
Both confident not used to be ow'r come  
Yet doubtful both both forced to draw their braith  
Uniting all their strength they changed their room  
With leaps ' and turns, their hands were agile parts  
Watchful their eyes and resolute their Hearts.   

59  
Each stryveing still as Conqueror to be  
Their blows lyk thunder lights on every side  
Brando (that near before such force did sie)  
Thus to be matched for rage and swelling pride  
He thinks of this their fight to make one end  
With all his force a furious blow he send▪   

60.  
Which lighted on Penardos' head so sore  
That his remembrance left her battered judge  
At which advantage he redoubling more  
H●d senseless laid him with his blows so huge  
The Prince with shame & pain enduring long  
His blows so heavy great, sore fierce, and strong.   

61.  
But then o then who would have sein his face  
Shame in his che●ks revenge into his eyes  
And now to win his honour lost apace  
He waits till fit advantage he espies  
Uniting rage, and skill, & strength in one  
He lights upon his helmet which anon.   

62.  
He clave; the murdering blade that down ward forc'●  
Makes passage for his soul whom he commands  
To overrune Phelastons weary Ghost  
And first to get a kiss of Pluto's hands  
And tell him from Penardo that he will  
With Pagans souls his darkest regions fill,   

63.  
The Datians that saw ●heir Campione fall  
Began to make their faith their best defence  
Penardo and his chosen train with all  
So stuffed the chase that in their fleeing hence  
twelve thousand scars assuadged their furious hair  
While sable darkness made them sound retreat.   

64.  
This was beginning of Penardos' praise  
This time, his fame through all the earth proceids  
This day, his trophies to the heauns did raise  
This was the birth day of his valorous deids  
That heard it was to judge in general  
Whither he was most loud, or feird of all.   

65.  
But Night that for her nevoyes did lament  
In sable black attire bevayled their woe  
Hanging her head sad, louring, does content  
That day their shame unto the world should show  
To keip unknown their fault, their flight, their fei●.  
She darkness breathed throw heaven throw earth throw ae●   

66.  
And by this time the skoutts and watch was set  
The Captanes brings their lord into his tent  
Then every man unto his rest was let  
That ef●er pain sum pleasure might be lent  
Thus being cairles of their farther strife.  
This first night was the last night of their life.    

Caput. IX.  
Argument.  
THe Aeneans full of fortitude  
With valorous d●spyt  
Encounters mighty Sigismond  
And all his army gryt  
But they are slain, Penardoes deids  
Wins glory and renown  
Old Grodan comes to his relief  
And vanquished Sigismond.  

1.  
WHen of bright heaven the oriental gate  
L●●k glistering gold wide oppin did appeir  
Wheir Phoebus in his glorious coathe was set  
F●om wear●e night both heaven and earth to cleir  
His goldin loks about his shoulders lies  
That throws their glistering beams throw gloomy skies   

2.  
And dancing now one trembling Thetis back  
Penardos' skoutts they do return on haste  
And show the Prince that they had sein the tract  
Of more than fourscoir thousands at the least  
With goldin arm's and silver shynning shields  
That marched within a league out ow'r the fields,   

3,  
This was great Sigismond ye hard of yore  
Whom Brando did adverteis long ago  
Who hard of these that fled the day before  
Of all that past into the batrells tuo  
And ha●●ing to revenge his subjects lost  
Was come so near with this his mighty host.   

4.  
Great is that wondrous virtue can resist  
And boldly feght 'gainst all extremity  
That for no fear of danger will desist  
From honours deids, disdaining misery  
Nor for no fore can euer' be forced to zeild  
Bott 'gainst all danger proves a mighty shield.   

5.  
(This virtue rare) fear fortitude does claim  
As due to her, that for no grief can groan  
Her works are constant and she feirs no shame  
For reassone revels her stayed opinion  
She works by courage and true valour gyds he●  
She feirs no foe, nor from no hazard hyds her.   

6.  
If fortitude have in our minds no place  
Nor rewil as sovering Queen o'er all the rest  
our work● our deides our actiones has no grace  
Sh● wish ponders both ●he warst and best  
To life she gives a lustr● tadiant  
●nd croun's our deids with honours ornament.   

7.  
For lo indeid the brave Thessalians  
Were crowned with all the fructs of Fortitude  
First in their minds was great magnificence  
Attemping things heighe excellent and good●  
Nixt confidence in their most valiant hairts  
Bred hope of good event for their deserts.   

8.  
And thridlie patience was their mighty guide  
In suffering for their, country and their fame  
And lastly with perseueranc'e did abide  
In their opinion fermelie fearing shame  
Yea every one with o●her seemed to stryve  
Who best should use these virtues four alyve.   

9  
Which pity draws from rood Barbarian hairs  
The feircest Tyrants cruel mind doth wound  
To sie them (who's unmatchable deserts  
Deseruis with endless glory to by crowned)  
Feght in their own defence half drowned in blood  
Not slain but smothered with hiuge multitude.   

10.  
Their matcheles mighty General was not last  
That brave Penardo whom the world admeirs  
Whom death nor danger could not make aghast  
In him true valorous Fortitude appeirs  
Who Angel-lyk in voice, in face, in speiche  
Thus sweitlie, meiklie, homely did beseiche.   

11.  
My Friends (quoth He) of you I made a chose  
Not for your valour's proof so much of fame  
Bot e'en because I knew you to be those  
That more aceount did make of honours Name  
Nor goods nor riches, worldly wealth, nor gain  
Nor life, nor death, nor pleasure, nor of pain.   

12.  
This Honour now which you so long have sought  
Wheirof so cairfully you make aceount  
So well, you have atchyued tho deirlie bought  
That to her throne this last day you did moun●  
Lo now this day she offers for to crown you  
And make the world yea heav'ne itself renown you.   

13.  
For honours crown so precious is, that nought  
Within the ten fold orbs of heaven, remains  
Compaird to it, the, which has ay bein sought  
And for it all the world has ta'en such pains  
From age to age from time to time we see  
All sues for Honour glory dignity.   

14.  
For even the basest sort will not refuse  
Pain travel danger yea nor death at length  
For it; while as the braver minds do choose  
With hazards great to win that glorious strength  
So did the Macedonian bold and stout  
That victor went the solid glob throughout   

15.  
Still carls he, still fearless did he venture  
Perswadit still to win and never to lose  
No thought of lose into his mind could enter  
Such was his courage 'gainst his fainting foes  
By hazards, Fortune thus her walth dispons  
For hope bred Hap, and Honour both at ' on's,   

16.  
Who 'gainst great Darius' Monarch of the east  
Twice fought and yet not thrice our number past  
Four hundredth thousand Perscans at the last  
Encountered him yet won he first and last  
But you may say they were the Greeks that won  
Are we not Greeks as well as they were then.   

17.  
Yes we're Greeks Honour for ws preserus  
The crown he took such travel to obtain  
Tuyce was he proved wheir to his courage sern●  
Us also twice, the third d●es yet remains  
The which she keips that we may win the crown,  
With all his fame, his glory, his renown.   

18.  
Then deirest friends considder what we do  
And who we are, of whom we are discendit,  
To win the crown we ventured have to far  
If life in death, honour in shame be endit  
This gem, this crown, this garland you should have  
Shall those weak, feeble, faint, from you bereave.   

19  
No no but let us aim at Honour ever  
Base fear dare not assail a mighty mind  
Let honest shame ws guide and let us never  
Care for this life once we must die by kind  
A noble heart has only to his lot  
To fear for nothing bot dishonours blot   

20.  
The happiest Prince that o'er a Natione regn●●  
Is he whoes people standeth more in awe  
Of filthy shame or of dishonours stings  
Then of the streittest or severest law  
Than let me have that happy Prince his station  
And let you be that ever happy Natione.   

21.  
Nether deir Bretherien do as I have said  
Bot also as my deids shall after show  
Before your eyes instructioune have I laid  
And next mine own example shall ye know  
As He who by your valours must obtain  
The greatest glory that on earth remain.   

22.  
Then galents show yourselves true Greeks in wea●  
And only ask wheir is your Enemis  
True Greecians disd a●●e for to inqueir  
What numbered or what multitude they be  
For in their multitude their Hope remains  
Bot truest valour victory obtains.   

23.  
With those his words his face did shine so cleir  
That conquest flowed in streams from his fair eyes  
And on his lovely forheid did appeit  
Grace, valours, worth, triumphant victory  
Yea from his look● (as from a Dyamont stone)  
Come victory that sparkled ganced & shone.   

24.  
And then this little handful did begin.  
With cheirfull shouts for battle new to call  
So willing were they honour for to win  
That even the lamed and deidly wound all  
From camp from tent from trinshes came to prove  
If sicht of deidle wounds reweinge could muoe   

25.  
And such as might for battle did prepair,  
Others that wanted legs and arms did cry  
Revenge our blood while as their wounds they tear  
That their hot blood the army might espy  
Whoes hearts which angry woe began to swell  
All swearing to revenge or die withal   

26.  
The gallant Prince Penardo did reiois  
To sie their willing minds And thus he said  
(Eune with a chei●full and courageous voice)  
Greeks are not borne (quoth he) to be afraid  
Thessalians can feir nothing at all  
While they're on earth except the Heavens down fall.   

27.  
even as the Lyone when he seis his foe  
Doth raise his tail and beat himself so sore  
Till kendling wruth his breist does over flow  
And then his couragie hot begins to roar  
At whoes dreid 'noys all beasts with trembling fears  
His prey with paws he crushes rents and tears.   

28.  
even so Penardo in his princely mind  
Wold neids accuse himself of dastard fear  
Which so inflamed his courage stout by kind  
The lions brave example he would bear  
He feghts, he strikes, he turns to every hand  
He wounds, he kills who ewet did him whth stand.   

29.  
And thus his back his glistering armour fair  
He shows his soldiers & his foes his face.  
Which was the harangue he could best prepair  
Wheir by he sharps their courage which such grace  
That roaring trumpets sounds which dreidfull fea●  
And thunders forth death murder blood & wear▪   

30.  
Their mettings terrible on both the sides  
Their salutation was a warrelyk 'noys  
Of snow whit lances while their mighty guides  
Hade died their why● in blood lyk crimson rose  
Others in flinders fly to tear the skies  
Because on earth they missed their enterprise.   

31.  
Their nothing hard but clashing armour still  
Crushing of staves and justling bodies lo  
That sharpest swords resounding blows did kill  
Whose harsh and jarring music mad a show  
As beautified with greislines of wound's  
With showers, with cries, with groans, with ghostly sounds.   

32  
Their horses died beneath their masters d●ing  
And some that in their life their masters buir  
In death were borne by them their others flying  
To se●k some riders that would sit more su●e  
Their some with ago●eising death that stryve  
Tears up the earth entoumbs themselves alive   

33.  
And yet no sword did pay to Pluto's crown  
Of Pagans soull's so large a tribute still  
As did Penardos' brand, who sending down  
Legions that empty kingdom ●or to fill  
His wrath his rage his anger cost theme deir  
Death on his sword most ugly did appeir.   

34.  
Those warlyk Aeneans of Thessaly  
Wold merchant's prove to sell their lives and all  
Yea sure t●e Pagans thought their merchandry  
So deir a● all their vantage was bot small  
For five to one th●y pay while as they see  
A Squadron fresh appeir into their eye.   

35.  
They seemed above five thousand to appeir  
That all Achaians were of courage braw  
Who of the former victory did heir  
For which to tender ●hank themselves they shaw  
Andromodane le● forth those troops so long  
Stout hardy bold adventurous and strong.   

36.  
The Aeneans their ranks were now bot thin  
Till this new force their courage did renew  
And as they were but new for to begin  
A fresh assault they gave wherein they show  
Tha● they from brave Achilles were discendit  
Who was so much throughout the world commendit.   

37.  
The Datians their ground began to lose.  
While Sigismond preventing when he saw  
Sent Din●mon that brother german was  
Unto that umqhile Prince Phelaston braw  
And with him sent bands, legiones, squadrones stou●  
Encompassing side, wing, flank, front about   

38.  
Now was their last destructioune drawing near  
Now their encompassed in one every side  
Though terror show herself at first t'appei●  
Deckd with the gold of shynning armours pride  
Yet now for blood wrath ire & rage she shook  
Dreidfull her face, and terrible her look.   

39  
With earth with dust with blood were all imbrev  
there brokin armour and their mangled flesh  
Which seemt a burthene to their soul's that rewit  
Their purest Essence was defyld no less  
Sum upwart mounts revenge in heaven to call  
And others draw'ne by Pluto's guard to Hell.   

40.  
But neither could those dangers dreidfull be  
Nor could they seem as dangers to the mind  
Of brave Penardo whoes all conquering eye  
Show how his heart to fury was inclined  
They fall, they feir, they fly, wheir ere he fought  
Death on his sword, revenge into his thought   

41.  
As thunders beats which lightning from the sky  
Heighe tours tall Cedars mighty Roks to ground  
As fierce tempestuous wind with angry sway  
The rypned corn & grain to earth has bound  
So wheir he goes to earth they tumbel all  
Sum hurt, sum slain, & sum for fear does fall   

42.  
When Dinamon his valour did espy  
Who knew that by his sword his brother dyit  
He sought him through the battle couriouslie  
Whoes deids might easily make him espyit  
That which his sword had made so spacious roum  
As he had known the combat was to come   

43.  
And thus they both approatching each to other  
Hate in them both had steird desire of trial  
They thus began a combat both together  
Wheir courage, wit, nor strength make no denial  
With rage and fury each one ather throws  
Yet by their wit and skill they deal their blows.   

44.  
And still the more they feght they more desire  
The more they smart the les they feill their pain  
And quickly now to know the victor's hire  
They neids would try their valour once again  
They strive by might by skill by strength & proves  
Wheir valour most abides whom Fortune loves.   

45.  
Penardo looked about and did espy  
About thrie hundred of his deirest Mates  
Whoes mangled flesh with purple painting die  
Had masked them up with horrors dreidfull feats  
And that no more of all his syd were left  
The rest of life (though not of honour) reft.   

46.  
Eune now and not till now began his heart  
To swell with sorrow grief and kyndest love  
Ah who would now have sein his face convert  
His eyes that wont with furious flamms to move  
His brows wheir anger sat in majesty  
His countenance wheir courage wont to lie.   

47.  
All these were banished quytt▪ his cheirfull eye  
Was d●ound with tears the flamms were quyt put out  
His countenance was sorrowful to sic  
His brows had sydnes louring round a bout  
His heart the seant of his all conquering mind  
To sighs to greiffes to sorrows was inclined.   

48.  
But Dinamon that saw him so amaized  
Said knight my sword shall change the yet moir straying  
Wheir would thou fly thou hes but fondly gaized  
My Brother's Ghost too long abides revenge  
Wheir fore he reuneitts his force again  
And said proud Knight I'll make the prove with pain.   

49.  
I send thy brother to the Stygiane laic  
But to prepair the passage for thy ghost  
Thou stays too long deceive this for his sake  
And with the word the blows redoubled most  
That every blow stroave to be formest still  
To make the Pagans soul run post to Hell.   

50.  
at last one blow he gave whoes force was such  
As re●t not life but senseless has him made  
And as a lyon that disdains to tuitch  
A man but weapins at his mercy laid  
So scorns the Knight to spend his force in vain  
One foes that flies, or feirs, or faints for pain.   

51.  
With wrath and hot desire for to revenge  
He thrusts himself in throw the ranck's and made  
A long broad way, one every side a range  
Like to a wall of Pagans corpse was laid  
Such wonders their he wrought that one might say  
He was the Pagans sepulchre that day,   

52.  
Still pressing forwart at the last he saw  
Ten pagan Knights encompassed round assays  
To ki●l tuo galan● Knights whom he did know  
Belmundo and Phenabon prince of Thais  
Who stood so strongly to their own defence  
That other ten they had dispatched thence.   

53.  
But then he sies Belmundo fall to ground  
The Prince of Thayis so weary was withal  
That he drew near unto his fatal wound  
One him the blows like lightning down did fall  
Their Vrson was and Vrsides his Sun  
That o●re Moldavia regn's and beirs the crown.   

54.  
These tuo did Prince Phenabon greatest harm  
Whose lofty courage still disdained to yield  
Till breathless he, and strengthless was his arm  
●oodles himself but bloody was the field  
Yet feghting still he still doth scorn to fly  
Not they but death obtained the victory.   

55  
Their Captain's heart with pity oversett  
In him grief sorrow rage and fury stay  
With his fine sword he maid a spacious get  
All these were killed that did impashe his way  
At last he came wheir Vrson did most harm  
Who felt the weight of his all-conquering arm.   

56.  
One blow did part his body from his heid  
The which his Sun young Vrsides espied  
With furious blows he one Penardo laid  
railing and cursing all his Gods he cried  
Ah Vrsone Vrsone deir and with the word  
In his heart blood Penardo drinsht his sword.   

57  
The rest that saw the Prince was so offendit  
Took them to flight and left him all alone  
They thought it was sum God that had discendit  
To punish them for their presumption  
Such wondrous deids as this one Knight had wrought  
Belonged to none but to a God they thought.   

58.  
To Sigismound they brought their news in haste  
That Vrsides and Vrson both were slain  
Eune by a God or else sum fiend at least  
For no such strength in mortals could remain  
Euphrastes heiring of this valour straying  
Desire did burn his breist with hot revenge.   

59  
Euphrastes was a mighty pagan strong  
He had Vrsides sister to his wife  
Who efter wrought Penardo mickle wrong  
And wrapped him in mischief and endless strife  
But let ws show Euphrastes his pretence  
That called was of Transyluania Prence.   

60.  
Who throw the battle has Penardo sought  
Till in the body of the battle grytt  
He saw them running heir and their he thought  
Their ranks were brokin & disordered quit  
At last he saw and seeing did admeir  
One Knight that wonders wrought as did appeir.   

61.  
●une as a wolf amid the fleecy heard  
Some chase sum slay some tear crush rive and tack  
Or lyk a boar whoes face the ratches feared  
(Finding the stolen advantage of his back)  
Will preas to wound, yet does but move to wrath  
Who in his fury crusheth them to death.   

62.  
●une so this Knight with furious rage does tear  
All whom he found his noble brand dispatched  
Such heaps were slain that all the rest did fear  
And now th'advantage of his back they watched  
He strikes he wards he takes he turns he pays  
Behind, before, and round about him lays.   

63.  
Euphrastes much admeird his val'rours deids  
And knew him for Vrsides cause of death  
Wheirfore he forward unto him proceids  
And said le●ue of Si● Knight and turn thy wrath  
'Gainst him who better can abide thy strength  
And for thy deids shall chasties thee at length.   

64.  
Indeid Euphrastes was a gallant Knight  
Who near before encountered wi●h a foe  
But ●hese whom still he vanques● in ●he fight  
With foil, s●ame, death, and everlesting woe  
Now breathed he wrath war, vengeance, forth like smook  
But brave Penardo f●om a pagan took   

65.  
A strong and mighty lance, into his hand  
Wheir with so scarce enconter did he make  
That ne●he● shield nor armour could with stand  
Till the steill head appeird behind his back  
Now fell he to the ground alreddie deed  
Whoes name to all the east great terror bred.   

66.  
The Pagans feired and wondered much to see  
That Prince in whom their greatest hope did lie  
By this one Knight so overthrown to be  
Wheirfore in great despair and rage they cry  
Ah Gods injust how long will you delay  
With lightning from the heavens this Knight to slay.   

67.  
Thus running on him mad with fury, beats  
In every part and thought with blows to end him  
B●t he who little feared of all ●heir threats  
With such a wondrous valour did defend him  
That they assaill in vain and make a choice  
In seiking of his life their own to lose.   

68  
The tribute of his wrath them deirlie cost  
For all the ground their bodies died did fill  
So that it seemed in all this mighty host  
Their were not men anew for him to kill  
At last he came wheir Sigismond abad  
Wheir threttie thousand Knights on horsebak rad▪   

69.  
And their one blow he did not spend in vain  
At every stroke he send a soul to Hell  
And still their places being sild again  
He served them all alyk with deing baill  
When as by Sigismond he was espied  
Who send a Squadrone fresh to quell his pride.   

70.  
And th●● with long sharp lances all these bands  
Bore him and horse and all unto the ground  
Yea surely he had ou'r-schapd their hands  
But that this purest remainder him found  
though hurt and d●i●lie wounded still they feght  
Led by that Prince that Mandadorus heght.   

71.  
Whoes wondrous feits I did too long forget  
Four valiant Pagans slew he hand to hand  
At last with Sigismond himself he met  
Who of his mighty prows suirlie found  
He bet him to the ground with might & main  
With strength worth valour victory disdain.   

72  
But when he seis the Prince he neids would act  
The laistest pairt of this sad tragedy  
His mangled band still following on his tract  
Wheir as the Prince defends him valiantly  
Oft bet to ground yet still in feght proceids  
Strange was his valour, wonderful his deids.   

73.  
Thus while he fought expecting notched but death  
This band would die and by their death releivie him  
Showing such valour in their deing wrath  
They fly they fall they die that first drew near him  
And Mandador from his own horse did light  
Horsing the Prince with valour strength and might.   

74.  
While this small handful held them altogether  
They read unto themselves a spations room  
But still fresh bands of men resorting thither  
Left them their armour for their bravest tomb  
Yet fame their Trophies eterneized with joy  
Which time nor death nor hell could not destroy.   

75.  
But Mandodorus that one foot did rest  
Who to his Prinee had lent his horse before  
Was with the multitude so sore oppressed  
That he to death his tribute does restor  
Thrice happy he who bought which death's expe●●  
From death his Lord his leadder and his Prince.   

76.  
By this a mighty army drawing near  
Their speedy pace presaigd a sharp revenge  
Whille as the Datians hearts began to feir  
Else wearied with their battle passed so strange  
Recuilling back with feir fall flight and death  
But they pursue with rage blood murder wrath.   

77.  
This was king Grodane and his mighty host  
Who raizing, Phocis' walls was come to aid  
His sone but seing all his army lost  
Amaized he gaized astonished wheir he read  
The act incredible the murder straying  
Wheir valour stroave with Fortune chance & chaing●.   

78.  
Then brunt with grief woe, sorrow, wraith & ire  
Reveinge from woe and pity did redoune  
Swelling above the banks of his desyte  
And send up floods of tears his eyes to drown  
So brooks over flows their banks with late fallen rain  
The brook a river, river grows a main   

79.  
Revenge revenge, ah deir revenge ah care  
Care stopped his breath with grief rage anger wo●  
This harang so did sharp their mynds to wear  
All cried revenge revenge the trumpets blow  
The●r foes that flies they kill, chase, slay not take  
Till night her friends wrapped in her mantle black.   

80.  
Yet still revenge and kill the army calls  
Blood blood kill kill ●eue●ge revenge we most  
while tuentie thousand dead bofore them falls  
The king that feird his only Sun was lost  
Caused sound retreat & sadly now he murns  
When lo Penardo f●ome the chase returns.   

81.  
And falling one his kneiss before his Sire  
He craves him pardon for this great mischief  
His willingness for honour to aspire  
Had been the eaus of all their greatest grief▪  
Of fourtein thousand which he brought away  
Their was not tuentie left alive that day.   

82.  
Wheirof the King was woeful when he hard  
But glaid his only Sun died live and lo  
His joyfulness his sorrow quit debarred  
He was desirous all the troth to know  
Which when he heirs of all ●hat do●s p●oceid  
He thinkst a bloody victory indeid   

83.  
He caused to search the field wheir as he found  
Andromodane and Mandador the fair  
Belmundo and Phenabon whom entoumbd  
He caused to be in glorious sepulchair  
Those lyns insert their fame to testify  
To age to time to endless memory.   

The Epitaphe of Mandadorus.  
HEir Mandadorus lies  
Of Meson unqhill Prince  
That left his native soil to feght  
In Greciance defence  
Of brave Achilles stok  
He haid his Pedegrie  
The chiefest of the Aeneans  
That duelt in Thessaly  
Of such a mighty mind  
And such a trusty faeith  
That willingly he paid the ran  
Son of his Prince's death.   

The Epitaphe of Andromadan.  
Heir lies Andromadane  
The brave Aehaian lo  
That paid his life for tribute of  
His country to his foe   

The Epitaphe of Belmundo  
HEir lies Belmundo fair  
Whoes honourable Name  
Is left in chronicles of Time  
To eternize his Fame  
A Greciane, true he w●s  
And died in Greece defence  
Of Th●ssaly one Aneane  
Of Toropeya Prince  
So famous for his worth  
And worthy for his works  
That Time and fame in memory  
And glory him inbarks.   

The Epitaphe of Phenabon.  
HEir does Phenabon lie  
That thrice renowned Lord  
Of Thay's that Pagans mightily  
Disdained defy't abhorred  
Who diet in the defence  
Of Grece his native land  
O happy He who deing did  
His countries fall with stand  
Then who soeu'r beholds  
Those Tumbs in passing by  
Learn to defend they Countries we'll  
Or in defence to die  
Wheirby thou shalft attain  
To glory and renown  
To honour fame and dignity  
To an celestial crown.   

84.  
This having done with cost and large expense  
The King entoumbed the pagan Princes lo  
The Seruain and the Transiluanian Prince  
Euphrates Vrson Vrsides also  
And caused insert their praises due their one  
Which time has rolled in black obluione   

45.  
But we'll return to Sigismond again  
And of his new discomfeit army shoe  
Wheir surely of one hundredth thousand men  
Were skairslie forty thousand left and lo  
These wearied hurt, fled, feird, with Feght so strang●  
Had left no hand, sword, hairt, for to revenge.   

46.  
Wheir fore he hies him home in greatest haste  
while loss and shame was all the wealth he gained  
Penardo now in sorrow sadly placed  
even for his friends still murning had remained  
At last he steals troughout the camp alone  
In desert wild for to bewail and moon.   

87.  
Now am I forced to leave the gratulatione  
Wheir with the Achaians did commend the King  
To show Penardo's hapless constellatione  
His angry Star's so mightily did regne  
Butler lo his mother died with in short space  
Which made his father home return his pace   

88  
Penardo goes throw many diverse ways  
Till bright Apollo drensht his goldin hair  
In western streams then down himself he lays  
His weary horse to pasture did repair  
When to our hemisphere the sable night  
From Erebus black house had ta'en her flight.    

Caput. X.  
Argument.  
PEnardo by a visione warned  
Does pas through Pluto's Por●  
He killed a Giant, when to him  
A Virgin does resort  
Who leids him throw a dreidfull cau●.  
Wheir fearful ghosts abide  
He finds a deing Knight that shous  
What their should him betide.  

1.  
THe mighty mind that harbours haughty deids  
And is conceived with, child of glorious gain  
Can rest no wheir but to the birth proceids  
Of glorious act's brought forth with endless pain  
Such restless th●ought's Penardo did torment  
Still longing while the night were over spent.   

2.  
At last Aurora shows wheir she was laid  
In aiged Tithonus' arm's and up did spring  
Blushing for shame that she so long had stayed  
Her goldin loks for haist did lously hang  
Her crimson chariot made more longer stay  
From criestal heavens to chase dark night away.   

3.  
As Pilot one the seas has stayed his sight  
Upon the fixed Pole his course to guide  
while foggy smook and tempests cloudy n●ght  
The burnished light of that bright lamp doth hide  
Then to his compass has recourse, wheirby  
He guides his hollow veshell steadfastly.   

4.  
even so Penardo that was all alone  
Who had no seruand nor no trusty guide  
One hope he sets his stayed opinion  
And with that compass constant does abide  
And forth upon his way he still proceids  
Fed with desire of heighe & glorious deids.   

5.  
Three days he traveled finding nought, at last  
With weary bones he laid him down to sleep  
while as with sudden fear he was aghast  
A visione in his restless brain did creip  
The Lady which he saw before tormented  
Was with those pains again oppressed, presented.   

6.  
This was the ghost of the enchanted fair  
Laissa whom Penardo must relieve  
E●ne that fair Maid who to him did repair  
Before the battles; to prevent mischeive  
So much her wrong and her desire so just  
That pity bade him aid, & aid he must   

7.  
And now for to perform his promeiss past  
She comes again for to emploir his aid  
Requesting him that he would come at last  
To end the ceaseless torments of a Maid  
Whom he within the burning cave shall find  
Eune at the foot of proud Parnassus' pynd.   

8.  
The Prince awaking from his sleep arose  
From of the grass wheiron he softly lay  
And wheir his horse was feidding their he goes  
While as Aurora gane, to light the day  
He travelled still till that the Cave he seis  
Led with revenge, hope, valour, victories.   

9  
Whose sulphur flams would fearful hairts have stayed  
The mounting smook such trembling terror shows  
But he who was not bo●ne to be eff●ayde  
Still in the greatest dangers did rejoice  
And since he saw no entry but by fire  
Valour bred hope, and courage bred desire.   

10.  
Resolving thus his murdering blade he draws  
And thrusts himself with fury through ye same  
His swords sharp point directing fordwart shawes  
His brave assault against the sulphur flame  
Which giving place divides itself in tuo  
As if it feird his valour for to know.   

11  
Now on he goes till he has passed the light  
Through caves wheir gloomy darkness still abides  
Which seemed the palace of eternal Night  
Wheir she her store of ●able treasure hyds  
And eke from whence her mantles black she brings  
Whoes dreidfull terror tams all leiving things.   

12.  
Yet this our Prince Penardo nothing lets  
But on he goes, at last he heirs a noyiss  
Lyik to the opening up of brasin gatts  
Wheirfro their came this dreidfull sounding voice  
Who passed through Plotos', port without pains.  
His due in fiery Phlegeton remains,   

13.  
Then ishewed from a deip and hollow Cave  
Tuo Dwarves that held in every hand a torch  
By whoes great light the Prince might we'll perceive  
A monstrous Giant mounting from a porch  
Great lyk a tour that braithd forth smoke and ire  
His eyes no eyes but tuo great flamm's of fire.   

14.  
The Prince was not amaized at the sight  
But rather was desirous of renown  
With sword and shield himself he bravely dight  
With courage brave to him descending down  
whose mass, like to one iron Bolt on hight  
He reared, with wraith, power, fury, strength & might.   

15.  
And beatts with force the Prince his shield a back.  
Upon his face till with that mighty blow  
He forced him tumbling down the steps, to mack  
Homage upon his face unto his foe  
Then with one other blow upon his creist  
He made his lyvevish breath forsaik his breist.   

16.  
Thus being senseless laid upon the ground  
His mighty hand his murdering blade forsook  
The Giant (that perceived him in that stound)  
Up under h●s left arm him lightly took,  
So goshawks do who ceasing on their prey  
Mounts in the aer and lightly flies away.   

17.  
He carries him throw many fearful ways  
Till he arrived unto a pleasant plain  
Wheir stood a palace pointing at the skies  
Whoes lofty turretts seemed for to disdain  
The basest earth and beautifieed the aer.  
With brightest Alabastre tours so fair.   

18.  
Then drawing near unto the castle get  
The Giant weary of this burden strong  
Threw him to ground and down himself he set  
To breath a while who had not rested long  
When by the fall the Prince again reueiued  
Aer brought him breath, breath life from death relieved   

19  
And being we'll awaked from his dream  
He wounde●th at these wonderful events  
When memory returned he blushed for shame  
All his confufed thoughts bred discontents  
And when he sought up from the ground to cleir him  
The giant with his mass again drew near him.   

20.  
Which lighted one his shoulder with such force  
That one his hands again he stooped to ground  
Who by this rude entreatment raiging worse  
Raige b●ought him strength and strength his courage found  
His armed fist aloft he strongly rears  
And beats the giants brains about his ears.   

21.  
The giant fell with such a fearful 'noys  
As when a thunderbolt from heaven does fall  
Whoes lightning seems to rend the azure skies  
And shaks the power's of heaven and earth withal  
Or lyk a wind whoes furious devastation  
Down throw the aer does shakebag the earth fundatione.   

21.  
Eune with such 'noys the Giant fell to ground  
While presently the earth did him devour  
Receiving him within her hollow wound  
Then closed again like as she was before  
Wheir at great jasons Nevoy was amazed  
And deimed he was sum fiend by magic raised.   

23.  
While he in this amazed mood did stand  
Ha●d at his feitt his sword he did espy  
The which how soon he got into his hand  
He marrched fo●wart most courageously  
But neirer to the palace when he came  
He thought him ay the farther from the same.   

24.  
So thinks the courious man that would attain  
By travel to heaven threatening Atlas tope  
Mounting as far as first his eyes hade sein  
It seems one other Atlas riseth up  
Whoes tope did aeirs third regione proudly threat  
Compassed with clouds & skoartched with Phoebus' heat●   

25.  
Then is his hope accompanied with doubt  
Such hope such doubt dwelled in Penardos' thought  
He stayed himself and looking round about  
His gazing eyes unto his view sune brought  
A Maid who towards him directs her pace  
And first salutes him with a modest grace.   

26.  
Then ax'd him whither he was mynd'tt to go  
He said that gallant fo●tres for to see  
Quoth she thou finds no enters their but loo  
If thou would enter thou must go with me  
Content was he to go, to know, to prove,  
To end the pains of death of life, of love.   

38.  
At last she came unto a vault or groat  
Whoes g●e●slienes was fearful to behold  
But he who only had unto his lot  
A brave undaunted Sprei● with courage bold  
Strait followed he● from light of day to darkness  
And lost her in that unaquanted marknes.   

28.  
Where he does heir a dreidfull sounding voice  
Lyik to the skritching of the nights black Howl  
Hisling of serpent's, and the gre●slie 'noys  
Of ghostly spreits in Pluto's court so foul  
Who if his armours virtue had not saift him  
Of life, of fame, of glory, would had reft him.   

29.  
Whom they begin to buffet heir and their  
Him beat they oft unto the ground again  
Ye● could he nothing find but filthy aer  
Whoes smook might we'll consume a world of men  
Such filthy smook it was such ugly blasts  
As Aetna from his dreidfull mouth forth casts.   

30  
He draws his sword and forward still he goe●  
Vowing to sie the end of these events  
The fu●●her in, the thicker grow the blows  
At last a fearful 'noys to him presents  
A thundering sound a fearful trembling shakebag  
Whoes dreidfull voice made all the earth to quake.   

31.  
Yet he procids and thinks them all but toys  
And stumbling down at last to ground he fell  
While as he heard a pi●eous groneing voice  
Lyk to the sore tormented souls in hell  
That in this grisly cave, this darksum shade  
A howling and a yowling sound still made.   

32.  
The deing groans of sum tormented wight  
He seemed to heir amongst these fearful sounds  
Their Solow dwelled, and their eternal Night  
Of everlasting horror still resounds  
But he no tenor fear's nor danger dreids  
But forward goes and throw the dark proceids.   

33.  
As does the blind in desert forests wide  
Ow'r hazards roks caves, craiges & montanes wander  
While fear of death has chaste his faithful guide  
Eune feir of tempests lightning storm and thunder  
When as he heirs a 'noys, a sound a c●y  
Hope th●ow the danger guides him hastily.   

34.  
So wanders he stout hardy fearless bold  
at last upon a deing Knight he fell  
Scarce could he speik bott zett this much he told  
Ah though thou seiks for death despair and Hell  
Heir duels sad death plagues, torments, heir remains  
Hell brings from this her everlasting Pains.   

35.  
Ah cruel death, ah black despair alas  
Woe woe and with the word woe chokd his breath  
The Prince that pitied such a woeful case  
Heaved up his heid and said relent from Death  
Perhaps some hope sum hap, sum help remain  
He answered, (notched but this one word) In vane.   

36.  
Why (quoth the Prence) is thy relief in vain  
If God so pleas his grace and mercy lend  
But to this house and to this hell of pain  
How camsed thou in, or wast thou heir in send  
Feign would I know wheir with the deing Knight  
Breathed forth these words thought weakly as he might.   

37.  
Within this cave their is a virgin Maid  
Love dairteth lightning from her glorious eyes  
Her beauty bright does all their hairts invade  
(With death, love, fury, passione) that her seiss  
Much is the force, the strength, the vigour much  
Who seis her, this for love, th' enchantments such,   

38.  
Many attempts this adventure to end  
But still they end themselves and it remains  
Which I poor I has too too suirlie kend▪  
And now must pay my life for these my pains  
My bosume keips her beauties burning fire  
That tears my hairt in pieces with desire.   

39  
Ah pity (said the Prence) is their remeid  
To save thy life and quench youths loveing flame  
No no (said he) theirs naine till I be died  
Heir many more lies buried for the same  
Wheirfore go back, leave of, return again  
Heir is no heir bot death for all thy pain   

40  
Then said the Prince I surely were to blame  
Not seeing danger, for to leave it so  
Quod he then since thou cares so much for shame  
I pray the take my counsel or thou go  
Above this dreidfull Cave their stands a laik  
Whoes restless waves this thundering 'noys does make.   

41.  
The Maid is on one altar sacrafeizd  
With sulphur flamms of fire to Pluto's Deity  
Tuelf hours within that fire shoes, martyrizd  
And tuelf hours drowned in blood with out all pity  
Before her burns a Taper will not slaik  
Bot in the water of that thundering laik.   

42.  
This Taper you must win with mighty force  
Sign drinsh it in the foresaid laik & lo  
Her flamm's are quenched then with great remorse  
But how to quenshe the blood you their shall know  
Yet if you be entangled by her beauty  
Thy hairt thy eyes thy hands shall leave their duty.   

43.  
Now if the burning Tapre thou obtain  
To get it back shall many ways be sought  
As soon as it thou wants by any mein  
As soon shall she from life to death be brought  
Bot if thou be entangled with her love  
The taper from his place thou can not move.   

44.  
Thus fair you we'll▪ and with the word the Knight  
Sunk down with sl●ip of leaddin death oppressed  
Grief woe, and pity, did ●he Prince affright  
His valour, courage, hope, they much distressed  
He goes but co●fort, while his guide was cair  
His manly hairt assailed with cold despair   

45.  
Though he was still turmoiled with cair and g●●if  
Though danger still forbids his jot p●yse  
Tough sad despair threats de●●h without relief  
And ●hough Dreid, fame and conquest bo●h denies  
Yet fordward still he go●s but cair o● pain  
And hops one happy success for to gain,    

Caput. XI.  
Argument.  
THe birning Altars Keeper, of  
His life Penardo spoils  
He seis the daily funeral  
In blood the Virgin boyll●  
He that by love could not be win  
The Tapre does obtain  
About the Queen of love he seis  
All thois yat Love had slain.  

1.  
O Now you Muses matchless and devyne  
Help by your sacred skill my gros defects  
Make sharp my wit and pregnant my engine  
That by your friendly aid in all respects  
My pen suplied may boldly breathe his name  
Enrolled above the star's by endless fame.   

2,  
Whoes mind the feat of royal virtues birth  
And who all goodness knew, but knew no ill  
Admeird of all the world for his rare worth  
Which caused Envy for rage herself to kill  
Eune he uwithout all fear or cair did enter  
And throw this cave lyk greisslie hell did venture.   

3.  
At last a thirling light he did espy  
Which from a dure did glanceing forth appeit  
Wheirto when as the gallant Prince drew nigh  
He saw a flame most pure most bright most clei●  
Upon one alter burn and in the same  
Brint, skoarched, tormented, lay a virgin Dame.   

4.  
while on this piteous spectacle he gaized  
From out a corner dark he might perceive  
A monster huge that maid him much amaized  
Whoes greatness seemed to fill that empty cave  
He breathed forth clouds of smook which dimmed the flame  
And darkened all the place about the same   

5.  
So thundering tempests dims the goidin Sun  
And darkins all the crystal heauns so hy  
The reiking clouds lyik smook down moltin run  
By force of fire that thonderis throw the sky  
At last such roars he thunders in his ear  
It seemed the cave, shook, trembled, quaiked for fear.   

6.  
This monster fearslie did assaill the Prince  
Who nimble, quick, sharp, ready, light, avoiding  
His mighty blows, so brave was his defence  
Oft him he harmed, himself unharmed abiding  
So that the monster ●oird for grief and pain  
Forth casting Floods, of poisoned goi● a main.   

7.  
Thus each perseving other to the death  
W●th strength with ●aige with fury hait & ire  
That neither give the other leave to breathe  
The monster still threw forth bright flamms of fire  
Who's skaills bore forth the Prince his furious dint  
Lyk tempered Steill, hard diamond, or flint,   

8.  
Wheir for a stranger kind of feght he chooses  
Quyting his sword he draw's a dagger fine  
His skill his sl●ght his might, and strength he uses  
To rid this devilish monster out of pine  
Who lifting up his armed creist with ire  
Smook from his mouth his eyes forth sparkling fire.   

9  
Did fiercely forewart to the Prince forth pace  
enfolds enrolls in links with gaipping jaws  
But he with foresight, weighing, well the case  
His skaillie gorge in his strong arm he thrawes  
And through his burning eye with fatal knife  
Brought forth his brains & with his brains his life.   

10.  
Glade was he to be rid of such a foe  
Yet pity, cair and sorrow, chased delight  
To sie so fair a Maid tormented so  
His eyes with child of tears his hairt still sighed  
Taeirs from his eyes spring's rivers floods forth sen●  
Sighs from his hairt lyk blustering winds upwent.   

11.  
When neirer to the alter he was come,  
Of solow he might he● the saddest sound,  
There grievous g●one● we● inter mixed with some  
We●k breathing words, that did sad death resound  
The words were sweet and pitiefull to heir  
The accent soft the voce was sharp and cleir   

12.  
Those were the woeful words he pitied most  
Ah Pl●●o Pluto end this sacrifice  
Hell Hell dovore my souls tormented ghost  
Ah cruel Heavens that gloir's to tyraneize  
Ah pain pain pain let endless pain remove  
Cur's death, cur's hell, cur's earth, curs heaeuns above.   

13.  
while thus she spoke Penardo hard a 'noys,  
And suddenly appeired a greater light,  
A hundredth torches borne by little boys  
All cla●● in murning w●id a woeful sight.  
Softly the prince ●o vayes himself a side  
To see of these events what would betide   

14.  
After these torches were tuo horses led  
Whose T●apers were of purple si●k & gold  
Such curious work so rich embroidered  
W●s admirable ●air for to behold  
For greffon lyk they p●ce●ng seemed to fly  
With goldin plumed wings right curiously.   

15.  
These horse were kept by lackaves tuo who had  
Two shields which seemed of sundry Knights to hold,  
And after them tuo Paiges richly clad  
Two mighty lances bore with heads of gold  
Nixt a●ter them four gallant coursers d●ew  
A crimson cotche that seemed of bloody hue.   

16.  
within this cotche tuo Knights were sadly placed  
In glistering armoor that was finely framed  
The armours shining lustre was defaced  
Wi●h purple blood th●t from their bodies straimde  
Sad w●s their minds wheir sorrow did remain  
Great were their wounds but greater far their pain.   

17.  
The one still sighed and g●oin'de but spoke no word  
For in hi● brei●t a b●oodlie dagger stood  
The other through his bodi● had a sword  
From whoes steill point ran streams of crimson blood  
Death o'er them both long since hade spread her wing●  
Yet life by airt, pain, grief and sorrow brings.   

18.  
Behind the altar stood a brazen porch  
Which opp●nd wide for to receive this train  
Where enters all the boys with eue●ye torch  
The horse, and all the rest that did remain,  
But while the cotche near to the altar drew  
The woeful dame her sorrows did renew.   

19  
Ah Heavens alas come come I gladly go  
Let deith give end to Hell's tormenting flame  
Blood blood glut up both soul and body lo  
Stop now my braith and suffocat the same  
Let these tuo leive & then impose on me  
Ten thousand deaths so I may once but die.   

20.  
No sooner did she end her plaints when as  
Tuo old and aiged Hags come in then sights  
Who bore one huge great veshell made of bras  
That keipt the blood of those tormented Knights  
Long gaizd the Prince on their hid mysteries  
while pain, on pain, & grief on grief he sies.   

21.  
The virgin from the fire began to move her  
The veshell near, she throw her in the same  
While as the blood began to boil above her  
And utherwhyls above the blood she come  
So bubbling streams of brooks from high that fall  
Raise up the Pebls pure whit cleir and small   

22.  
They gone the Prince did with himself device  
To spill the blood bot now he heirs a sound  
It seemed a heighe and bloistring wind did rise  
And looking wheir the veshell to have found  
He saw a pillar rai●ed up whoes end  
Reatched from the ground almost unto the penned.   

23.  
Then did he hear a murmur and a 'noys  
A duilfull murning and a woeful sound  
So from a hollow pit resounds a voice  
Of one that lies tormented under ground  
Or lyk the ghostly and the dreidfull dine  
That roaring bulls make hollow Caves within.   

24.  
The pillar seemed to be of marble stone  
In form of one Pyrameid as it stood  
Within the which the virgin was alone  
Tormented still within the boiling blood  
Penardo knew but help of human hand  
That it was fraimd his fury to with stand.   

35.  
But neirer to the pillar when he drew  
Sum goldin letterd lyns he might espy  
Whoes meining was as efter doth ensue  
Be not so bold this adventure to try  
Least Faits who made the most admeird of all  
Should make the most in famous for thy fall   

36.  
But cairles who had thus menaced him so  
Which served but to affray a fanting hairt  
Now round about the pillar does he go  
While as he finds sum other lyns insert  
Wheirby he knew the former fainged deny all  
Was but to stay him from a farther trial.   

27  
WHat ere thou be that proves to end the pains  
Of this tormented Maid that heir remains  
And would undo the great and wondrous frame  
Which Mansays art has build it for the same  
The taper from the birning Altar take  
And drinsh it in the fearful thundering lake  
But first from birning lust search some releiff  
For These tuo Princes wrapped in all mischeiff,   

28.  
Not half so fast the Tiger swift forth goes  
Through desert ways for to redeem h●r brood  
As does the P●en●e when these glad n●wes he knows  
Unto the alter wheir the taper stood  
He hopes yet doubt-sum ill might him be fall  
To mar his hope, hap, will desire, and all.   

29.  
Cassandra's armour was not now for nought  
Else of that dame in ●mour'd hade he beine  
For the effect of this enchantment wrought  
On every one before that had her seine  
And being once entangled by her love  
Te tortche they could not steir, nor touch, nor move   

30.  
Yea surely if his armours virtue strong  
Had not resisted the enchantments force  
Within the cave he should have stayed so long  
While he had diet for love without remorse  
Her beauty was of force, strength, power, to move  
Yea massacre a world of Hairts with love.   

31.  
But he who in his armour does retain  
The rare and precious stone of chastity  
(who's virtue is the owner to restrain  
F●om lo●e, or lust, or Venus' fantasy)  
Could not be moved, to love, so none but he  
Could end the fair Laissas' misery.   

32.  
And entering now within the brazen porch  
The which he thinks to be the only way  
E●ne w●th the light of this his little torch  
He saw some lines ing●aph'd (which made him stay)  
Upon the brazen gate he did behold  
Inde●ted all with courious warks of gold.   

If aught thou lose that thou has bravely win  
Thou deirdre sh●ll repent thy coming in.   

33.  
Now he began to gaize upon the ground  
And calling presently unto his mind  
The deing Knight whom he before had found  
Within the Cave and of his counsel kind  
He knew it was the taper to defend  
Or else her sorrow should with death have end,   

34.  
And by this time within a goodly Hall  
He entered was when viewing we'll this sight,  
The rare proportion was majestical.  
To every airt their was a gallant light,  
And glaid their of joy cheirt his countenance  
So Phoebus flower spred's when her lord does glance.   

35.  
Long stayed he nought when looking heir and their  
One his left hand a door he might espy  
Within the which he saw a gallery fair  
Wheir pleasure did invite a gazing eye  
While through this pleasant gallery he was walking  
He thought he hard sum people softly talking.   

36.  
Whoes murmuring sound had drawn him now in sight  
Of a fa● chamber that was richly hung  
Wheir sporting at their dalleing delight  
Were Knights and Ladies lying all along  
Upon ●he pa●ement wrought of crystal rock  
Whose glances bright the Prince his sight did chock.   

37.  
But his delight did him their after lied  
Unto one other chamber much more fair  
For their the crystal pavement all was spread  
With crimson velvet costly, rich, and rair,  
And in the mids a pillar stood upright  
Of gold that shynd, flamed, glanced, with sparkling light   

38.  
Adjoind unto the pillar rose a throne  
Of beattin gold whoes lustre clear unstained  
The beautifullest Queen did sit theirone  
That crystal heaven or solid earth contained  
And round about her stood a comely train  
Of kings, queins, lords, knights, dames that love had slain.   

39  
Their was the Queen of Carthage, Dido fair  
Who for Aeneas love had lost her breath,  
And for Antonius' love with Vipers their  
Sad Cleopatra Stinged herself ●o death,  
Their Ariadne that herself had slain  
For proud unthankful Theseus disdain.   

40.  
Whoes life decreed to Minotaurus rage  
She fred and from the labyrinth h●m gained  
Their was Media by whoes counsel saige  
jason the goldin glorious fleice obtained  
Their Phillis who did many passiones prove  
Chuseing sad death for sweet Demophoons love.   

41.  
Their julia the wife of great Pompey  
Who died because she feird her husband's death  
Their Porsia for Brutus' love did stay,  
Who with hot birning coalls had choked her braith  
Their Pisca with her lover loud to be  
Who threw themselves both heidlongs in the Sea.   

42.  
Their might Ponderous loveing dame be seine  
That choosed for to be buried quick in grave  
Rather than be the Persian monarches Queen  
Because he did her lovers life bereave  
The Greciane dame fair Camma their did move  
Who slew herself and him that flew her love.   

43.  
These women with their lovers did enjoy  
A pleasant life about this princely Queen  
And men that did for love themselves destroy  
Menon that hanged himself might their by sein  
For to the proud Assyriane King alone  
His best beloved Semiramis head gone   

44.  
And their Tiberius Gracchus did remain  
That fund tuo Serpents in his chamber floor  
And knowing if the ●emell first were slain  
His life should longer not his wife's endure  
The Male he slew so we'll he ●oude his wife  
And m●de his death the ransom of her life   

45.  
And Marcus Lepidus did their abide  
That slew himself eune for his loves disdain  
And Platius Numidius by his side  
That for his deir loves death himself had slain  
Their old Sylvanus that himself had hanged  
Because proud Nero would his love have wronged.   

46.  
Their Pollio grave and sad, a German borne  
A famous Knight though Fortune wrought his fall  
This was the Knight that in the Cave before  
Haddit told the Prince what th●i● should him befall  
There many more that died without remorse  
For Lissaes' love by the enchantments force,   

47.  
All these and many thousand their remains  
Who to that co●r● doe● momently resort  
The winge● boy delights in all thei● pains  
And of their greatest grief he makes a sport  
But lo that glorious Queen b●ed ●ll their joys  
Their love their fancy and their amorous toys.   

48.  
For to enthrall the heart that Queen we'll knew  
The sovereign Mistress of that art she was  
Her wantoune shining looks and heaunelie hue  
W●th sweitt allurements secretly would pass  
For still the glanceing of her wanton eye  
Would make her train, sad, joyful, live, or die.   

49.  
Her wantoune eyes bewrayed her inward mind  
Her countenance de●laird her hearts desyte  
To burning lust she seemed to be inclined  
Consumeing still with never quenshing fire  
Dissembling all wi●h such a crafty mind  
That any sa●e Adonus would by kind.   

50.  
Her modest blush would divers times bewray  
That which (it seemed) she shamed fo● to unfold  
With amours quaint her wanton eye would play  
And from her hairt in sport their message told  
Her lowling look● or chei●full smyls doth move  
To laugh to weep, to smyll, to sigh forth love.   

51.  
Amongst the rest Penardo might espy  
Phelarnon brave and Tropolance the bold  
Whom by their woeful look● he did descry  
To be eune far agains their will withhold  
Phelarnons breist bewray it his ceaseless pain  
Wheirin a bloody dagger did remain.   

52.  
And Tropolance his woeful heart was rend  
With bloody sword, tormented still he goes  
Yea these tuo princes only did lament  
While as the rest did seem for to reioes  
But now sad shadows of the dankish night  
Began to drive away the cheir full light.    

Caput. XII.  
Argument.  
PEnardo's tempted oft and yet  
The taper he obtains  
He chaiseth burning lust to hell  
And ends the Prince's pains  
He quensheth in the fearful Lake  
The Tapers light anon  
He finds sum tombs and sies sum lined  
Which were ingraphed theirone.  

1.  
WHen hells great Grandam ganher self to rise  
For anger breathing forth dark clouds of smoo●  
And chaste heavens cheirfull lamp down through the skies  
Then of his wide ●mpyre possessione took  
Penardo 〈…〉 thundering sound  
Lyk Neptune raiging 'gainst a stormy wind.   

2.  
And lo a fearful ●ind did now arise  
With dreidfull thunder, lightning flamms of fire,  
Ane earth-quak and a trembling in the skies  
That seemed to shok the world's sure fixed empire  
From of his centre & his steadfast statioune  
And with proud rage to raise his sure fundatione.   

3.  
Wheir with of all this ●ryne incontinent  
He, s●is not one in twinkling of one ey  
But of their feet he might decern the, pren●  
In the ●iche cloth that on the ground did lie  
Whei●at Penardo much a mazed stood  
But nothting daunted was his courage good●   

4.  
And looking round about while thus he stared  
Ane other dure he saw whei●on he read  
take what thou finds within for the prepairde  
Thus in the brave Thessaliane was led  
By courage and a fierce undaunted mind  
Not feiring hell itself thairin to find.   

5.  
The royalty of this fair roune was ●uche  
As seemed the lyik on earth could not be found  
The value of the hanging was so much  
That from the syling to the paved ground  
Did reach all ●ichlie wrought with pearl & gold  
Which Hercules great battles did unfold,   

6.  
There had he slain the Giant all alone  
Who sometime rewled fair Europa's fairest isle,  
Of whom it got the name of Albeon  
And their was seu●ne mouthed Hydrae fierce ere while  
Whom he by his al-conquering force had slain  
His shafts there, in the monster did remain.   

7.  
Their in the Naemeane forest he had slain  
The Lioness fierce ' the monster of the Sea  
He slew slew and fair Exione did obtain  
There the Thessalian Centaurs vanqueist he  
Theine Cerberus he bond and Captive l●d  
And Pr●serpine from Pluto's thraldom fred.   

8.  
Their did he kill Anhteon fierce and bold  
And Nessus there, and Gereon proud of Spain  
And from Hesperides renowned of old  
Wheer did the goldin f●eiced floks remain  
He theme from Atlas daughters did dissever  
And bond Philotes as a slave for ever.   

9  
Theer his zuelf works bred terror to the eye  
And trembling fear unto the boldest hairt  
There had he thrown'e him headlong in the Sea  
Who brought to him the straying Emppysoned shirt  
There he in pain rage sorrow, did lament  
Tearing the venom that this flesh did rend.   

10.  
And in the mids a pillar stood upright  
Wheiron a rich and glorious armour lay  
Their hung a shield ingrapht whoes glancing light  
The arms of Thessaly did forth display  
A 'bove the which a candlestick of gold  
Did hang which seemed but one small lamp to hold.   

11.  
In this fair chamber stood a glorious bed  
Of beattin gold Whoes fiery sparkling flies  
from precious stones & diamonds which spread  
Thei● piercing beam is that dimmed the Prince his eyes  
The tapers light that in his hand he bure  
Gave place to this more shining clear & pure.   

12.  
Four mabre pillars did a table bear  
Of yellow glanceing Topas fynlie dressed  
And of transparent crystal stood a cheer  
As if it would inveit ●he Prince to rest  
Who wearied with his toylsum travel past  
This proffered rest accepted at the last.   

13.  
And gazing still upon this glorious wark  
The table suddenly wes over spread  
By whom he knew not bo● he might remark  
With fructefull Ceres danteis it wes called  
Their Bacchus plenyie floweed till yis brave Prince  
Was weill suffeized then all removed thence.   

1.  
And all this time the taper did abide  
Into his hand wheron he does devise  
How he might savelie lay the same aside  
And rest In the fair bed till Titan rise  
When presently did in the table stand  
Ane candlestick presented to his hand   

15.  
Which as ze heard did our the armour hang  
Wheirof when he the workmanship espied  
He did perceive engraven ●bout the ring  
Sum lyn's in azure blue thame selfs bewrayed  
Which if obeyit it ends the ceaseless strife  
Of Lissa's pain and with her pain her life.   

16.  
Of me thou only make a choice  
Tell thou with sleep thyself repose  
I am devysd thy light to hold  
Then but suspitione be thou bold.   

17.  
This youth had goth no sleep tuo days ago  
Wheir for to rest a great desire he found  
Bot wondered who so we'll his mind did know  
Assaying if his light theirin would stand  
A sudden fear assailed his haughty hairt  
He trembled, and he quacked in every pairt.   

18.  
And, as a merchant in a darksum night  
Does travel in a forest all alone  
Wheir he before has sein a fearful sight  
Of robbing thieves and murderers, anon  
Does fear and faint, and tremble yea and quak's  
So he In every joint, and sineu shakes.   

19  
And wondered what this accident sold mein  
When presently their come unto his thought  
The deing Knight he in the cave had sein  
Who told him all his travel was for nought  
If once the tortche were tint or gone; or lost  
Lost were her life, lost all his pain and cost·   

20.  
Then Night began to hide her loathed heid  
Rendering her place unto her foe so fair  
Whose messenger was clad in crimson reid  
Hurling his fiery beams throw gloomy aer  
Melting the clouds in liquid drops that fall  
Moystninge the thirsty parched earth with all,   

21.  
The royal Knight right joyful of the day  
That he might bring to end his tedious task  
When to the pill●r whair the armour lay  
When Titan did his shining face unmask  
He saw a goldin image which did hold  
A table of black jasp all wreit in gold.   

22.  
And towards him the table pointing was  
The which How soon his arm did raise aloft  
The image le●'t it with his hand forth pass  
Viewing the courious workmanship so oft  
The lyn's he red which shaddowith all deceat  
Mischief, doth, discord, fury, wraith, debait.   

VOlcane this fair and goodly armour wrought  
Which Venus to her Sun Aneas brought  
Whoes virtue from all tempting tongue defends  
And Hope and courage to she hairt it sends  
With vigoraus strength it does the body said  
And vanquisheth the Enemy with dreid  
Who wears the same shall victor still remain  
And still his hairts desire he shall obtain  
Enchantment strong or any secreit train  
Of subtle Foes shall always prove in vain  
No human strength can this enchantment end  
Except the trojans armour him defend.   

23.  
Sure quoth the Prince this is a rair devyce  
That no deceat nor danger can assaill  
True valour sold be counted bot a vice  
If this were true the coward should prevail  
Then falset cruelty and all deceat  
Should truth, worth, valour, virtue, all abait   

24.  
Falset should banish purest truth to hell  
And wicked wrong all right should overthraw  
Folly should wisdom leid as slave to Sell  
And manly minds of fazards stand in awe  
Of human kind then to prevent the fall  
This evil of evils I'll cut in pieces small.   

25.  
He cutt's the armour which als soft as brass  
He finds and knew it was bot to ent●ape  
Him in a snair (bot Fates ordained his glass  
To ●●ne his howls of life in Fortunes lap)  
For lo such devilish stren●h the arms retained  
As in the shirt of Hercules remained.   

26.  
And sure too great mischief should have betide  
If one himself this armour he received  
For first the tap he must lay a side  
Wheir with Laissa's life had been bereaved  
And also him with fury, rage, and wraith  
Paine, solow, cair, and grief had brought to death.   

27.  
But Fortune smyld her looks were gracious  
And suffered not frost, storm, hail, cold or rain  
A flower so young, so fair, so pratious  
With death, decay, or dolour, ●oo be slain  
But rid of this he searching found a none  
Ane ●rone door with this inscription.   

That dreidfull Dragone heir within does lie  
That fosters still the fire of Lechery  
Wherein tuo Princes are tormented still  
And can not be removed from thence, until  
A Knight shall come whoes chastity is such  
And whoes good Fortune favours him so much.   

AS can not be by aine meins entysed  
To fall into the snares for him devised  
He first must lay his sword & sheilld asyd  
Then unto him the door shall oppin wyd  
Sign prove by strength the weapons for to win  
That does the Prince's wounds remane within  
Wheirwith he must ow'r cum the dragon fierce  
Then shall the torments of the Princes cease.   

28.  
This devilish dragon was one fiend of Hell  
Bred first in floods of fyvie Phlegitone  
In whom the fire of birning lust did dwell  
Which sho brought forth from darkest Acheron●  
And being bred of such infernal brood  
She levied on fire, in darkness was her food,   

29.  
This lustful fire through all the world she send  
Wheirwith she had infect the greatest pairt  
Who lyk unto their mother does intend  
In darkness for to quench their burning smairt  
There, help they find, but no relief at all  
Till for their mother they have searched ' in hell.   

30.  
Whom Mansay by his airt had brought from thence  
Unto this place these Princes to torment  
Whose lustful fire had bred their own offence  
And first unto their ruin gave consent  
But loath he was his sword to lay a pairt  
Which brought his foes to woe, to death, and smairt▪   

31.  
●it seeing no relief he lays a side  
His sword and shield and fearless forward goes  
When presently th● door burst oppine wide  
And their (a fearful sigh●) unto him shoes  
A burning cave that throws out flamms of fire  
Which from a dragon's mouth did still retire   

32.  
Eune as the d●eidfull Salamander lives  
Amid the fire while one the fy●e she feids  
The fire her braith her life her essence gives  
But fy●e she dies in fy●e she leaves and breids  
Eune so this fiend in smook and flamms so bright  
Did burn and shyn and glance, and sparkle light.   

33.  
In through these flamm's he saw these Princes laid  
On burning beds of steill lyk furies fell  
Wheir hell they cursed and heaven they did obbraid  
With many fearful cry and woeful yell  
To sie such gallant Princes so tormented  
With tears into his eyes he thus lamented,   

34.  
Ah harmless Soull● so pynd cursed be the time  
That Mansayes cruel art devysd such pains  
His punishment is more than is your crime  
Ah how injustly heir he you detains  
Your harm done to yourself your crime your own  
To him no spite nor malice had you shown.   

35.  
Ah cursed by that Zoroaster old  
That first devysd deip incantatioune  
Of magic art, whose spells oft being told  
Brings up that foul infernal natione  
The man whoes wit does search forth such one evil  
Is foe to man and friend unto ye Devil.   

36.  
Ah mighty jove that does permit such wrongs  
And does behold thy creatures thus pynd  
Revenge unto thy glorious self belongs  
Mercy thou grants to a repenting mind  
Ah for thy glories saik in mercy grant  
Thou by my hand this fiend infernal daunt,   

37.  
Nether could fear of terror yielding fire  
Nor world devoiring monster him effray  
Nor daunt his dauntless hairt that does aspire  
Throw danger for to gain great glories pray  
This said, he fwiftly to the monster hied  
Feir terror dreid and danger he defied.   

38.  
The monster now with flaming tongue drew near  
With death, or lustful heat him to inflamme  
But these her flamms did not on him appeir  
Nor could he be molested be the same  
She saith that her hot consumeing fire  
Could not inflamme his spotless chaste desire.   

39  
Strait did cast forth a dark black foggy smook  
Which with the flame made this a second hell  
Fixed on the Prince her burning eyes did look  
Cl●pping her iron wings and dreidfull tail  
In fixed in this tail were stings anew  
The Prince the Knight the Champione to pursue.   

40.  
These stings if they be fixed the flesh within  
Does it infect with filthy lustful fire  
Of venamous and poisonable sine  
And appetites inquenshable desire  
Working throw all the veins, till boiling heat  
Makes them the heaven yea God himself forget.   

41.  
Into her tongue are also stings infixed  
Who poison breideth sensual delight  
Which with a gluttonus desire is mixed  
Wallowing in pleasure, plunged in eternal night  
Of all forgetfulness and idle sloth  
And sklaveth man to pleas his dainty mouth.   

42.  
For drounkinnes and gluttonnie alone  
Draws ef●e● them a thousand filthy sins  
Grief▪ anger, love, extremity, anon  
And birning lust through all the body rins  
That memory, and understanding quit  
Extinguished are with lecheries delyt.   

43.  
It makes a dullness ow'r the mind to creip  
A monster makes the body fat with rest  
And reassone thus it lu●leth sound a sleep  
Thus man does differ nothing from a beast  
These bats in the beginning sweitlie move  
But in the end a Cockatrice they prove.   

44.  
This monster these her stings infecting heat  
In mortal minds, infixeth but relief  
And howked once allured with poisoned baitt  
She draws them heidlong unto all mischief  
At last to death and hell's eternal pain  
From which all hope of blised releiffs in vane.   

45.  
None of these stings could in the Prince have place  
With them she him ●ssayls but all in vane  
Wheirfore she fiercely forward flies a pace  
Aiming with tearing paws him to have slain  
And being now heigh raised above the ground  
She beats him with her mighty force a sound.   

46.  
And aiming for to crush him unto death  
In her sharp paws she takes him gredilie  
But he (who wa● not whol●●e void of breath)  
Her by the go●ge● gripeth speedily  
And had th'enchanted tapre beine a side  
She new'r had gone from thence in hell t'abyde.   

47.  
But yet although he had no hand but one  
Her grisly gorge so strongly did he grip  
That she was forced to ryiss and with a groan  
Her hold about his body to let slip  
She roared she yield she brayt she billowed loud  
So does the lions, bulls, boars, coursers proud.   

48.  
This monster's mouth like to a golf appeirs  
And their she thinks him quick for to entomb  
A filthy smook she throws before his eyes  
Which forced him breathless for to leave that room  
And farther throw the flamms to seek for breath  
She roaring still, still gaiped still threatened death.   

49.  
So Neptune in a raiging storm doth roar  
When Aeolus his bloystring face o'er blows  
His rolling billows fearclie beatts the shore  
Gaipping his hollow greedy gulfs he shows  
Where in threats to swallow or to wrak  
The Plowars of his yrie awful back.   

50.  
Before she could Penardo over reatche  
He came unto the steillie burning bed  
And from Phelarnons breist wheir was the breatche  
The daggere's pull's when with a weappine clad  
The monster seemed more heavy sad and low  
Her force, moir feeble, weary, fante, and slow.   

51.  
Thus thinks he of this feght to make one end  
And with the dagger to bereave her life  
Who with her oppine jaws does her defend  
And theirin cacht the dagger which with strife  
From him sho ref● and brak in pieces small  
And thus to him no weappine left at all.   

52.  
Betwixt him and the sword herself she set  
Which Tropolance his bloody breist contained  
While as such fire and sulphur 〈◊〉 she let  
That all the house into a fire remained  
So she a birning Salamander seemed  
But nothing of her fire the Prince esteemed.   

53.  
And yet this kind of fight was very strange  
That Hercules the like did never view  
When a● the Giant Cacus (in revenge  
Of Italy's enormities) he slew  
Nor when the Minyan force before him falls  
Raising their mighty siege from Theban walls.   

54  
Nor when he slew the dragon fierce in fight  
Yea none of his tuell labours might be match  
To this for that he used his strength and might  
And with his weapeins did advantage watch  
Tuo hands he ha●d, Penardo had but one  
He weapins als our Champione had none.   

55.  
But now the brave Thessaliane nought amaizd  
Makes him as he the drago●e would assaill  
Who with her wings above the ground was raised  
And to the fegh● him fearslie did ●ppaill  
With opened mouth she greased on him to fly  
Who lightly leaps a side and lets her buy.   

56.  
Then pulls he out the bloody weapine straightly  
From out the deadly wound and their withal  
Himself addresseth bravely for the feght  
Bott lo he sies the dreidfull dragon fall,  
With roaring lowed the earth she rudely tear  
Down tumbling into hell with grisly fear.   

57  
A mighty wind made this fair building quai●  
So that the greater pairt theirof down fell  
The earth began to ryve and with a shak●  
The ed●feice sank dounwards unto hell.  
When lo he was upon a pleasant plain  
Wheir, of that building did no mark remain.   

58  
At last he spies a fearful laik in sight  
which restless rowlleth lyk a ●aiging Sea  
Whoes billows baits their bounding banks with might  
That crubs them from destroying liberty  
And whoes huge waves with restless 'noys did swell  
Though Aeolus near breathed theiron at all.   

59  
Whereby he knew it was the very same  
Wheir he to qvenshe the tapre should return  
Which being done the strong enchanted flame  
Made all the laik with fear and dreid to burn  
At last it raise and like a thunderbolt  
With fearful 'noys it pierced the azure volt.   

60.  
When as lyk crystal all the stream grew cleir  
The which before a pitch colour hid's  
No wave no surge no billow did appei●  
Bot softly on the goldin channel slyds  
The silver stream with sweittest murnming sound's  
Which wind's, rocks, caves, woods, montanes back redounds▪   

61.  
He woundered much at all these straying events  
Amaized he stood and gaized upon the ground  
When as thrie pleasant toumbs to him presents  
he, wherein he looks what might be fou●d●  
The toumbs of mabre richly wrought with gold  
Where on these lines ingraphed he did behold.   

I Laughfull loved and yet  
Vnlanghfall was my love  
I'm punished justly for my fault  
And yet I faultless prove  
I die because my crime  
Deserveth well to die.  
And yet no act nor crime at all  
Committed was by me  
First did I slay my foe  
And then my foe flew me  
And died, my Sire I brought to wrack.  
Such was my destanie  
The Palace wheir I dwelled  
Was fairest of remoune  
By feftie thousand pillars borne  
All which my de●th threw down  
But none can change decry  
Of Fates nor NON RAP HELL  
If any for my name inquire  
The former line doth tell.   

62.  
This matchless Champioune was the rat amaized  
The meining dark he skairslie could descry  
But that he knew this trophy now was raised  
And that Phelarnon their intoumbd did lie  
For NON RAP HELL he knew his name to be  
And on the second tomb these ly'ns did sie.   

Me to my cruel death  
Ambitione surth did call  
In my revenge my natioune wrought  
A stranger nations fall  
And with their fall th●ir own  
Perpetual infamy  
Thus am I ground of all mischief  
Ordained by destanie  
Ah cursed unhappy love  
Love was the cause of all  
In spoiling of my Rivals life  
I spoiled mine own and all  
Than who so ere shall lock  
On Tropolance his name  
Remember love to be the cause  
Of ruin, death, and, shame.   

63.  
Penardo was right sorrowful to see  
Such gallant Princes so bereft of life  
For that be thought that he had made them fri●  
But at what time he took the fatal knife  
From each of them out of his bloody breist  
Then death from the enchantment them released   

64.  
Yet more desire hade he the third to see  
Ane trembling feir through all his body goes  
For that he feird Laissa dead to be  
And then his longsum travel should be lose  
But now in Thetis azure palace fair  
With her to dally Phoebus does repair.   

65.  
Then lowering sad cum f●rthe the cheirles' night  
Over earth to spread her sable canoby  
while as the stately bir●ing lamps were light  
Shyn●ing in Ioues he●ghe palace presently  
Twixt fear and hope dou●e ●y the Prince unsein  
Vpoune the gr●ss●, soft, fresh, we●t, easy, grein.    

Caput. XIII.  
Argument.  
VPoune the sleiping Tomb the Prin●●  
His travels seit ingrapht  
He seis Laiss● their ye sword  
He from the rock out rest  
A spreit or fiend of Hell he meitts  
Vpoune Danubius' fair  
That in the shap of Maid him leids  
To pain, will grief, and cair.  

1.  
NO sooner goldin Phoebus guilds the skies  
And shoots forth fiery beams throw empty a●●  
Wheas the Prince up from the grass doe● rise  
And in his hairt a thou●and thoughts repair  
His courage fled he doubts, he fant's, he  
Floods from his eyes send streams of sylver tears, fears,   

2.  
K●nd was his hairt though not resolved to love  
carefulll h●s mind her ●yfe for ●o preserve  
Constant●● kindness did he always prove  
Courts a●d cai●full Ladie● fan to serve  
His hai●t a th●one fo● beauty's excellence  
If a●● withheld not Natures influence.   

3.  
At last to the desired tomb he came  
Which ●eem'd not to be wrought with human hands  
So rich ●o r●ir so wonderful the same  
Wh●●h on fou● silver sh●nning Pillars stands  
Of beattin gold ●o pu●e fair, clear, and bright  
Whoe● shynning seemed to scorn fair Phoebus' light.   

4.  
And round about himself ●e might behold  
His traeull's throw the birning cave, it show  
No painting colours beautified the gold  
Bot Emiralds, Pearls, Rubies, sapphires blue  
Which lyue●●e shoes e●ch pu●trat & each pairt  
So comely nature helped courious airte.   

5.  
Their was the purtrat of the Sulphur flame  
In birning Charbunkles and many a ostone  
Whoes glanceing light agains the Sune forth came  
Lyk sparklying fire that flamed that br●n● that shone  
●her whe●e the Gy●n● field him to the ground  
And carried him through all the cau● a sound.   

6.  
A crimson blush a pourple die our spread  
His lovely face and made him hang his eyes  
Shame, rage, revenge, wraith, fury, anger bred  
He loathes himself he frets he froun's, he fry's  
He thinks these purtrats in despite were shorn  
To show himself unto himself in scorn.   

7.  
But looking farther of he did espy  
There wheir The Giant threw him to the ground  
And how he rose again with majesty  
Giving at once his foe his fatal wound.  
Each purtrat their to pleas his eye contends  
And seemed for former faults to make amends   

8.  
There all the rest of this his longsum wark  
Were fynly graphed in precious stones and gold  
The which from point to point he did remark  
And their his wondrous valour might behold  
Bot lines effrayed his hairt, his eyes, his ear  
He feirs to reid yet reids and reids with tear's.   

All is in vain all labour is for nought  
from Mansayes charmeing spells can none defend  
In vain her life in vain relief thou sought  
In ending of her pain her life did end  
Thou cased her pain and cruel death did send  
This is the fruct of all thy travels past  
Thou wrought her death her death to the shall send·  
Grief, sorrow, cair wo●shame, disgrace at last  
●et is thy Sune with clouds of shame o'er cast  
Spent is thy lamp of glory praise & fame  
Thy honour fades dishonour buddeth fast  
And blossoms beirs of woe, disgrace, and shame  
Thy glories done praise dead & fame outworn  
Go then of heaven, of earth, of hell, the scorn   

9  
Eune as when fearful dreams in slumbering sleep  
Wold mack a man to shout, to call, to cry  
Whi● fear and horror o'er his senses creip  
Yet speitchles, sightles, mightles does he lie  
So now it seemed the Prince was in a trance  
And greatly troubled in his countenance.   

10.  
Thus drunk with sadness and devoid of joy  
Amaizd he stood bereft of speich and sense  
downward he casts his looks with sad annoy  
Grief sorrow cair would life have chaiced thence  
Oft did he wish the solid earth to rive  
And hid his shame, by swallowing him alive.   

11.  
But waiking from this dreaming sleep at last  
His lofty wits again together flies  
When as his roaling eyes by chance he cast  
Above the tomb the which he oppin seis  
As Seaman in a raiging storm of wind  
A● glaid the land and wished sho●e to find.   

12.  
So glaid he was hoping to find relief  
That sorow's passed might have a happy end  
Wheirfore to eas his cair, his pain, his grief,  
A fit unto the tomb his looks he send  
Wheir hope with dreid, & dreid with hope made weir  
He feird in joy, & joyed in mids of feir   

13.  
For their Laissa fair he might behold  
Nay not Laissa bot Penardo rather  
For even the sharpest eye could not unfold  
The meinest ma●k of difference tuixt either  
And thus not glad while her he oftin sight'●  
But even himself to sie himself delight's   

14.  
As that fond boy that gaizd into the well  
Wheirin he sies the shadow of his face  
And being deip enamoured of him sell  
Oft looks and oft the image would embrace  
So in her face as in a glass or well  
He loved the only image of him sell   

15.  
She sat upon a bensh of glanceing g'old  
And leined her lovely face upon her hand  
Bright looked her eyes wheir love & fancy rolled  
But lo no spunk of aer nor breath he found  
Yet was her colour lively fair and cleir  
A sylver tinctour in her cheeks appeir.   

16.  
He called her oft and named hereby her name  
First soft, then loud, then whispered in her ear  
But yet no show of heiring made the Dame  
Nor any sign of life could once appear  
Wheirfore sad sorrow sheltered all his joy  
And horrid pain his pleasure did destroy.   

17.  
And ean this be (quoth he) and art thou dead●  
And has the world her chiefest glory lost  
Could not my pains thy dearest life remead  
Oh no, no pains, of nought but shame I boast  
O shame, O fame, shame brings eternal foil  
Shame shall my fame disgrace, my glory spoil.   

18.  
Oh could my life thy life (deir life) redeem  
Soon should it by discharged from this breist  
Or would the heauns so much my soul esteem  
That heir it might dislodge and their might rest  
Or that but sin my luck les life might smairt  
I to thy ghost would sacrafeize my hairt.   

19  
Oh but the faits denies I sold have pairt  
Of thy sweit joys, and heauns denies my bliss  
That their fierce wraith may make me more to smairt  
For this my fault, my injury, my miss  
Cursed by the sp●eitt that me deceived twice  
With visions dreams, temptatioune, fantasies.   

20.  
Cursed be the time I put this armour on  
Cursed be the tongue that me their to intysed  
Cursed be the hands that framed the same alone  
Cursed be the wit that armour first devised  
Cursed be the spreitts the fiends the furies fell  
That built this house of shame, of death, of hell.   

21.  
And with the word his birning eyes did roll  
And shoot forth fearful flamms & sparkling fire  
Despite rage fury madness did control  
Wit, reason, shamefast modesties desire  
Wyldlie he looked, he staird he gaizd about  
Raige had his wit, and reason quit put out.   

22.  
Then of his helm and armour did he teir  
Which in his furious rage he threw away  
Quoth he I am not worthy airm's to beir  
If this be all my conquest all my prey  
Of simple maids the blameless life to tack  
Heaven, earth yea hell itself, abhors the fact.   

23  
Let brightest heaunes a sable hue unfold  
Let grass and herbs be withert wheir I go  
Let Sun and Moon in dusky clouds be rolled  
Loathing to shine shaming my faults to show  
Which sold be wrapped in black eternal night  
In hell in pain in horror and despite.   

24.  
Thus from the tomb he goes forth throw the plain  
And wanders far and wonders at him sell  
He seiks the flaming rock but all in vain  
That led him first unto that field of hell  
Their to get out but none save Mansay knew  
That fearful cave, and his infernal crew.   

25.  
This valley's walled about by Nature's airt  
With mighty craiges, steip rocks, and montanes hi●  
Except the cave their is no entering pairt  
Which by that flaming fire defendit be  
Their set by Mansayes' art but now the Prence  
The craigs, rocks, montans, climbs, & flieth thence.   

26.  
While this brave youth torments his mighty mind  
With woe, despair, cair, sorrow, grief, and pain  
A marble rock his rolling eyes out find  
Wheir in he sies a glaunceing sword remain  
The sword half in the rock, a shield beside  
And underneath sum verses he espyid.   

27.  
But in his fury he disdained to reid  
Which efter was the cause of all his grief  
For from these verses did his health proceeded  
His hope, his hap, his joy, and his relief  
Yet from the rock the sword & shield he takes  
The which, he cuts, he beats, he bows, he breaks.   

28.  
This was his sword and shield which he did leave  
Behind when Lechers birning fo●te he wane  
No weapins now he cares, nor none did crave  
He goe● he knows not why, nor wheir, nor when  
Nor stands, nor sits, nor re●ts in any place  
Till Phoebus' tuyce had sunk, tuyce shown his face.   

29.  
At last he comes unto th●t rolling flood  
Heght Danubie whoes tumbling billows roir  
His murmring streams in heaps ●yik montanes should  
To shoulder from his place ●he craggy shoir  
Discharging Surges throw the clifted rocks  
With thundering 'noys the fearful crage he Shaken.   

30.  
Eune as that mighty iron engine strong  
His belly being filled with sulphur brown  
Casts forth a flaming smookie cloud along  
With fiery balls that touns and town's th●ow down  
And fills the aer with 'noys of roaring thunder  
The heauns with lightning & the earth with wounds   

31.  
Eune so this mighty flood with hideous swye  
Of surges great beats down his broki● shoirs  
And ow'● the fertile land doe● swiftly fly  
His sounding streams throw humid aer that roirs  
Heir stayed the Prince and heir hei● forced to stand  
Till he espies upon the silver strand.   

32.  
A little bairge that fleitted nigh the place  
The which a damosel alone did g●yde  
Bright wa● he● colour lovely was he face  
But sorrowful her countenance he spied  
Leaving her bark she quik●y to him drew  
And sighing said those ●ynes wh●●h ●oeth Ensue.   

33.  
Ah vofull miser wretched cre'ture I  
Woe, Pain, and death, grief, sorrow, caír, I find  
Long have I gone long sought sum Knight to try  
Yet near the neirer to my journeys end  
Ah my poor Lady dies for pain & grief  
Ow'r cum but cause and vanquished but relief.   

34.  
Although the Prence was full of woe and cair  
Yet for to heir of Lady's one throw  
Did his old pain the sorrow he got air  
Reneve augment Incense, and cause overflow  
So do grein wounds their b●eidding stensht & gone  
The mind once vexed, again they rive anon.   

35.  
And thus he said fair Lady if you please  
The cause of this your grief ● pray you show  
To gre●f (in t●ubled minds) it i● one ease  
The same t'vnfo●d or pairtners fo● to know  
Wrongs blaizd abroad will seeldom ●kaipe reproof  
On gained sum hope sum comfort sum relief.   

36.  
Fair sir (quoth she) my wrong, my hope, is done  
Wrong past relief and hope is turned despair  
And though of aid my comfort all is gone  
Yet i'll unfold a very world of cair  
Tears stopped her braith, such cunning could she frame  
Now reid, now pale, her colone, went, and came.   

37.  
Thus silent did the Lady stay a while  
And sighed and ground at last from crafty mind  
She breathed a souggred lie a crafty guile  
A falls deceat sprung of malicious kind  
Yet could she we'll dissemble her feigned feirs  
With bashful blush, with groans, with sighs, & tear●   

38.  
And thus began, In Transalpina fair  
Their regned a Prince that bold Euphrastes heght  
Who went with Datians to that luckless' war  
Of Greece their slain by proud Thessaliane might  
He left no Heir his sceptour for to hauled  
But his fair wife the fair Philena called   

39  
So young, so wise, so virtuous, and so fair  
All Regiouns fi●d were with her glorious fame  
So excellent in all perfectiones rair  
That monarchs, Kings and Prences, swed the dame  
And wooed, her, sought her, loud her, yet still find  
That none could prove or move, or match her mind.   

40.  
At last fame singes her beauty sounds her worth  
In th' ears of Antiochs' brave Prince anon  
The round, the sad and solid globe sought forth  
Apollo shynd not on a braver one  
His might, his strength, his worth, his valorous deida  
Al●menas fierce unconquered Sun exceids.   

41.  
Fame kindled so this Prince with hot desire  
Which to Philaenas' love did him provock  
That nather could he eeas, nor quenshe the fire  
Which death ordained both love and life to chock  
But to our court he come one errant Knight  
And saw her fair, and feing loud the fight.   

42.  
He served her long and by his valour wrought  
Deids of great wonder, worth eternal fame  
And for his due reward of her he sought  
Her love, her favour, marriage was his aim  
She no les brunt with loves consumeing fire  
Yields to his suit consents to his desire.   

43.  
At last that day, cursed day wnhappie yeir  
When loves unsein delight and beauty's treasure  
The fortress which all women holds most deir  
She should have randred he received with pleasure  
Eune that same day with strength, with might, & strife  
She is carred thence and he bereft of life.   

44  
By tuo strong giants mighty fierce and bold  
Which Maro fierce and Bramarano heght  
That does ow'r Creitt their cruel sceptre hold  
Which they have won by murder, blood, and feght  
Her beauty fame unto their ears hade soundit  
Wheir by proud Bramaranos heart was wound.   

45.  
This Bramarano sone to Maro is  
Who hearing of Philenas' wedding day  
Come with his Sire and feftie Knight of his  
While she (poor soul) was but one easy prey  
For all the court in pomp in joy in stait  
Had neither sword shield armis not feared deceat.   

46.  
Thrie scoir and more into this woeful broil  
Were slain and their the Prince of Antioch fell  
Whoes only valour long with stude this spoil  
Seune airmed Knights he slew unarmed him sell  
On Bramaranos sword at last he smairted  
O cruel death, o Tyrant cruel hairted.   

47.  
This woeful murder wrought, they thence remove  
Philaena fair, with travel pain and toil  
Nor could her car, her grief, her sorrow, move  
Their hearts to pity, nor their hands from spoil  
But Bramarano would have rapt the prey  
Which eye should not behold, nor tongue bewray.   

48.  
And yet with tear's with murninge, and complaint  
His hairt by Nature furious, fierce, and crowell  
She moved on this conditione to relent  
though love still brunt, and lust still fond the fuel  
Where nought but beauty breideth loves desire  
Lust feids the flame, and booldith still the fire.   

49.  
He was content if in tuo months she could  
Find out a knight to vanquish him in fight  
Unto her former liberty she should  
Be set and he should quyt discharge his right  
Provyding if no Knight with stood his strife  
She should remain his Concubine or wife   

50.  
And now tuo tym● has swartish Cynthia shynd  
Tuyce showin her spheric face with borrowed light  
And tuyce again to horned shape declined  
Since I from fair Philenae took my flight  
To find sum Knight, sum Champione, or sum Lord  
That would to her his happy aid afford.   

51.  
Yet have I fund not one that had regaird  
To honour glory fame or dignity  
Although she gives herself for their reward  
Who conquer shall so fierce one Enemy  
And now no more but full tuo weiks remains  
Of the appointed time which he ordains.   

52.  
Thus have you hard the some and heil ●ffect  
Of all my toil, my travel, and my pain  
Sure then quoth he it seems that you neglect  
To find a Knight or else no Knights remain  
Bot if the heavens so pleas or it be long  
I shall abaitt his pride, revenge her wrong.   

53.  
Thanks sir quoth sho, your great good will I sie  
But lo you laic both armour sword and shield  
I was but knighted now of lait quod he  
And swoor to wear none till I waned in field  
Why then quoth she if our revenge ensue  
The heavens has sm●ld and I have done my due.   

54.  
The Prince and she both enters in the bairge  
But heavens preserve him f●om that deeulishe train  
Which falsely is devised fo● him at lairge  
To work his shame, his fall, his death, his pain  
Who o'er that great Danubius is gone  
A companeid with falls deceat alone.    

Caput. XIIII.  
Argument.  
THe Prince is by this fiend furthled  
Unto Philaena's bour  
He slays the Giant seine by fair  
Philena from her tour  
Her rage to love does turn but lou●  
Disdaint turns meir despite  
She seiks his death he's by an  
Angel warned & flies by night.  

1.  
Happy are they that can eschew deceat  
Whoes baits are beauty glory flattery gain●  
That virtue pulls from honours high estait  
Alluring them by what they would obtain  
Thus hope of virtue glory praise & fame  
Leads them to death destructione foil & shame.   

2.  
So does the crafty Crocadeill entice  
(Beneath the fertile banks of flowing Nile)  
●he travelers with murnefull platns and cries  
●s if it were sum woeful wight that feill  
The pains of death but when they come to see  
With terror feir and death tormented be.   

3.  
Such kind compassione with Penardo wrought  
He goes bot knows not to his death devised  
So was decreid and so Philena sought  
So with this false deceat she him entysed  
For tattling Fame had ●●id it known to all  
That Prince Euphrasies' did before him fall.   

4.  
Whai●fo●e long time she mourned she sighed she plained  
At last she send (when for revenge she cries)  
For Arebo a visard (who sustained  
And brought her up in youth) with him t'advise  
who's ai●t his wit his will to ill enticed  
Ay ill he wrought ill used and ill devysde.   

5.  
He told her that the Prince Penardo was  
So brave a knight whom heaven so much did favour  
All slights all straits all danger could he pass  
Except he chanced but sword o● armis to waver  
In chantment strong his virtue still commands  
If moved to wraith whole armeis he with stands.   

6.  
Whoes might be then had brought to end (he said)  
The fairest rarest wounderfullest work  
That ere be force of magic airt was maid  
Yet he the wished end shall not remark  
For that shall be unsein vnfuned unknown  
Till time place fates and fortune leave to frown.   

7.  
Wheir for now fits the season for revenge  
Now fits the time to crown thy just desire  
Now travels he throw desert montanes straying  
From whence my art shall make him heir reteir  
For Bramaeran●●end ●end whoes strength all knows  
To the that Giant great affectione shows.   

8.  
Feid him with shows and shadows of delight  
Whoes valo●r stre●th and might so we'll is known  
If not by him not by the world ●hat Knight  
M●y be orecu● or vanquish● or o'er thrown  
Yea if he h●d● his armour sword or shield  
He nor all Europe could not win the field.   

9  
Thus did the wicked wizard her entice  
To act thi● falls deceat and cruel slight  
Which was performed eune as he did denyse  
And Bramarano brought was to the fight  
Whoes fury strength and might so known by fame  
That all those kingdoms trembled at his name.   

10.  
Thus Arebo one wicked fiend had sent  
(In shape of Maid) with whom o'er that fair stream●  
Of Danubie, the Prince Penardo went  
Not doubting ill deceat disg'race nor shame  
But in her lovely looks deceat did louvre  
So Serpents lurk amidst the fairest flower.   

11.  
When over Danubius the Prince was gone  
With this foul fiend this lady and this guide  
Such will hast, zeal, and such desire alone  
He had that fast he on his journey hied  
Ah happy Prince had it been know'ne to the.  
Who trained the, brought the bure the company.   

12.  
In false report no credit nor no hope  
Thou would hau● had nor have believed deceat  
But mighty jove who gave thy rains the sko●pe  
His Angel send for to preserve thy staitt  
Else furies fiends ghosts Spreitts & fairies all  
Had brought shame death & everlasting fall.   

13.  
Guydit by hell although preserved by heaun'e  
At last Philenas' palace he espied  
Vpoun a rock heighe built were castles seau●e  
Below a murmuring river softly glyd  
o'er which the rock with rugged airms forth lay  
Threatening his fall her speedy course to slay.   

14.  
Thrie quarters of this rock the river folds  
And in her azure arms it rude●ye takes  
A ●●ou●ie plain thrusts in betuine which holds  
The stream unmet whoes roaring billows braks  
With surges great upon the sandy shore  
Yet to the rock the plain a passage boire.   

15.  
The rugged craiges and cliffs that seemed thus broke  
Was clad with tries with hearb's with flowers witgrasse  
Which garland-wayes bedected the mighty rok  
Pin's Cedars Oaks Palms Eshes Firs Embrace  
The stream below wheire, Caves, walks groaves, and sheds  
Erects to Venus' chambers galries beds.   

16.  
The Prince with great delight walked throw the same  
At ●ast his ey sight lady says Sir Knight  
On top of yonder rock abides my dame  
From whence you must release her by your might  
The giant by the way will you assail  
No longer must I stay for fear farweall.   

17.  
And with the word she glyds throw shaiples aer  
He gazed about to sie wh●ir she was gone  
But nought he seis yet nothing could he fear  
But forward still he goes and goes alone  
By Arebo at last the Prince was known  
And to Philena from heighe turrets shown.   

18.  
Then from hersprings of tears bright flames forth shyn●d  
Where rage revenge mischief wraith anger bud  
With sorrow care, woe, grief, and saidnes pined  
Wyldlie she gaized with rolling eyes as wode  
Now Bramaran with tears and groans she moved  
She sighed she mourned she plained she prayed she proved   

19  
She moved him proved him wished him take revenge  
Of that fearee crewel proud disdainful Knight  
Which if he did she promised to exchange  
Herself for guerdon of his strength & might  
Her crown her wealth her kingdom all efford  
All should be his & he should be her Lord.   

20.  
As he who gaizeth one the Sune is seine  
To have a weak a dim and daizled sight  
So blindit was the giants hungry eyen  
Who all this time fed on her beaurie bright  
Feir not Madam (quoth he) be heaven I sweir  
His body from his cursed head to tear.   

21.  
His looks from love now changed to wraith & ire  
Soon was he armed and soon to battle dight  
Down from the rok he goes with great desire  
To feght to vanquish and to slay the Knight  
So does a falcon soaring in the sky  
Haist down when as his prey he does espy.   

22.  
By this the Prince was come the rock hard by  
Winds birds and streams thrie pairts sang in his ear  
When he that mighty g'yant did espy  
Lyk Typhon that appealed the gods to wear  
Nor had the Prince sword shield nor armour strong  
But choosed a club the sturdy Oaks among.   

23.  
Wheirwith he marched against his mighty foe  
Whoes throat send forth a hoarse confused sound  
So bulls and lions roir to feght that go  
Ah God quoth he this simple man confound  
Who naiked bear but armour sword or shield  
Dares feght or look or meit me in the field.   

24.  
Cease quod the Prince thy threats and babbling tongue  
Use now thy sword thy hand thy strength thy might  
So pleas the heauns i'll make the knower long  
T'abaitt thy pride God has ordained a Knight  
Then do thy worst or best or what thou may  
Heauns be my hope my strength & thy decay.   

25.  
No longer could fierce Bramarano stay  
Foam from his mouth fire sparkled from his eyes  
Thy spytfull cursed head (quoth he) i'll lay  
In fair Philenas' lap for thy defies  
This said together flew the champions bold  
Their battle straying rare wondrous to behold.   

26.  
Penardo was of body great and strong  
Quick nimble active ready sharp and light  
The giant lyk a tour as great as long  
It seemed if he but fell upon the Knight  
That he would crush his bones to pieces small  
So Serpent's feght with Elephants more tall.   

27  
Penardo eye his hand his fute goes right  
He nimble shuns the giants mighty blows  
The Giants spends his force in vain, so light  
And ready was the Prince who always goes  
Traversing heir and their and oft at neid  
Strikes wards reteirs turns And assails with speid   

28.  
Thus long in equal balance stood the field  
But far unequal in their arms they fall  
The Giant armed with mass arm's sword and shield  
Penardo had no arms sword shield at all  
While thus they strive to win stout hardy bold  
Philena from her tour did them behold,   

29.  
Long gaizd she thus and long she looked thairone  
At last she said unto the wizard old  
Sure were thy words and sure yone Knight alone  
If armed 'gainst mighty armeiss might be bold  
It fears me now and sure I dreid his strength  
Shall unrevenged my vengeance work at length.   

30.  
This said the dame for that she felt her hair●  
From rage revenge and vengeance to Relent  
rage mild became and vengeance did convert  
To pity, than did cruelty repent  
Of ill the source dried up the spring did cease  
What discord ist that love can not apaise.   

31.  
But Arebo (who had her words mista'en)  
Said ●loe Madam I fear our hope shall chaing●  
If he yone weapine from the Giant gain  
In vain our toil in vain our wished revenge  
Wheirfore me thinks it best thus to prevent  
Thy Giants death his life your discontent.   

32.  
In matcheles Macedon their regnes a Queen  
To Geraldinus sole and only Heir  
At whoes sad birth the Destanies were seine  
T'ordaine her fate strange wonderful and rair  
Clotho ordained of all the earth alone  
She should be fair and equal unto none,   

33.  
Nixt Lachesis ordained and did protest  
She should be loud of all that viewed her face  
And Atrope made her spotless pure and chaste  
though loud of all she near should love embrace  
O beauty rair O chastity, O love  
O wonder virtues thrie, thrie vices prove.   

34.  
For still her beauty praise augments her pride  
The love of all her heighe disdain still f●ids  
Pride and disdain the ornaments does hide  
That from her spotless chastity proceids  
Nor meik nor mild nor humble is her mind  
Non she regairds non canc her favour find.   

35.  
Thus many thousands loves and dies for love  
And thousands loves and lives a deing life  
And thousands more (that dare not fortune prove)  
Sum kills themself sum killed by Rivals strife  
Love breids confusioune war blood discord death  
Al loves few lives and none withstands her wraith.   

36.  
She conquers all and yet her gain is loss  
When she has vanquished all she wins but shame  
The●e she o'er cums these breids her greatest croce  
This cruel Queen Olindo heght to name  
Wh●m by my art i'll make this Knight to sie▪  
Her shall he love and lou●ing her shall die.   

37.  
But fair Philenas' fierce revenge or now  
Was overcome with pity mildness love  
Sighs groans and tears were all that she could dow  
True signs wheirby we true repentance prove  
At last she said shall he depairt ah no  
I'll have his cursed hairt before he go.   

38.  
For if stout Bramaran he chance to kill  
Eune heir will I inveit him for to rest  
Then fits the time than must I work my will  
Then to my wish shall my revenge be best  
Loath would I be that any should bereave  
The life I should I would and I must have,   

39  
This spoke the Dame all that her heirs still weining  
That she decreit by death to work his smairt  
But subtle women's words hes double meining  
Each blow that he receives lights on her hair●  
Oft looked she down oft victory she prayed him  
And with her looks her hairt flies forth to aid him.   

40.  
And all this time still equal stood the fight  
The giants blows could never do him harm  
He was so agile nimble quick and light  
At last he lighted on the Giants airme  
Where his left shoulder band it to his back  
Which with his club like Hercules he brack,   

41.  
Wheirat proud Bramarano raiging more  
Cursed all the Gods and cursed heighe he auns above  
In vain his blows in vain his mass he boir  
In vain his force his strength his might to prove  
Wheirfore in rage his mass away he flung  
And draws a curtle-axe keine sharp heavy long.   

42.  
Wheirwith he fearslie did assail the Prence  
Uniting force strength fury rage and wraith  
Now 'gainst his thundering blows was no defence  
He gives not Prince Pe●ardo leave to braith  
For now his club was no defence at all  
The Giant cuts the same in pieces small   

43.  
Near was the Prince in danger until now  
Now little could his lightness him defend  
He gives him wound on wound and blow on blow  
Wheirfrom the blood in purple streams descend  
So does a fontane made with art and cunning  
His streams in sunder oppin pairts forth running   

44.  
Greats shouts and clamours from the castle came  
Wheirwith that wicked crew express their joy  
But chiefly Arebo who said Madam  
Our skill our wit our flight no more employ  
Ours is the day the feght the victory  
His be the fall the wrak the in famie.   

45.  
Ah quod the Queen it much torments my mind  
That Bramarano lives if he should die  
My love myself my marriage I assynged  
To him and death (ye know) it were to me  
Him for to wed which he will have perforce  
Ah deir revenge ah lait too lait remorse.   

46.  
Ah heauns I wish yone crewel Knight alive  
Till my revenge myself should undertake  
If he the Giant of his life deprive  
Eune him my thrall and bund slave would I make  
No more for grief and sorrow could she say  
Her tears her sighs her groans the rest bewray.   

47.  
But she disguysd her love with shows of hate  
Although for love she tr●mble pant and quaikt  
These words again did to herself repeat  
Eune him my thrall and bond slave would I mak●  
But o sweit love should be his prison good  
My airms should be his bands my lips his food.   

48.  
And thus did she this doubt sum feght attend  
With torment fear care sorrow grief and pain  
For every drop of blood the Prince did spends  
Her hairt a sigh her eyes a tear forth strain  
Still when the Gyan● strikes she starts she crier  
The wounds impression in her bosom lies.   

49.  
Amaizement grief and sorrow mixed with doubt  
Her change of hews her thoughts confusioune shows  
Cold was her blood within but hot without  
True witness that her hairt her torment knows  
Now reid now pail now pale now reid again  
Her love bred fear fear grief & grief bred pain.   

50.  
Hard was the stait wheirin Penardo stood  
His club now gone long deip and wide each wound  
From whenc flowed rivers of his purple blood  
Which died in sanguein all the flowery ground  
With weakness now he wearies and he faint●  
His agile leaps and nimble quickness wants.   

51.  
Oft sought he with the giant for to close  
A● though his wounds his strength & life did waist  
But all in vain his travel did he lose  
Such was the giants wraith h●s rage his haist  
That him now heir now their now out now in  
He forced about the field for to rind.   

52.  
At last he stumbled on the iron mass  
Wheirof as then great neid great help he found  
That he it got the Prince right joyful was  
Now strength reneued into hi● strengthless hand  
Revenge bred ire wraith fury rage and might  
Wheirwith again he did renew the fight.   

53.  
Feirslie he fought but feeble was his strength  
His might his sl●ght his cunning all was gone  
And only wratth manteind the feght at length  
The giant breathless brusd with blows alone  
At last each one so near to uther drew  
That breist to breist and airme to airme they threw.   

54.  
Blood moved the Prence a dreid revenge to take  
Shame moved the weary Giant unto wraith  
Shame 'gainst revenge revenge 'gainst shame does wreck  
Their ire their will their veangeaunce unto death  
Thrice stroave the giant in his arms to fold  
The Prince, but his left airme refused his hold.   

55.  
Which great eduantage did the Prince espy  
And in his arms the giant strongly greips  
while both their feeble forces thus they try  
Sad night with sable wings their deids eclip's  
while as her daughter darkness their resorts  
To guide the giants' soul to Pluto's port's.   

56.  
Thrice gired the Prince the Giant in his arms  
And thrice again he's forced to let him go  
With deip and deidlie wounds the giant harm's  
The back the legs the thighs of his strong foe  
By on unarmed so overcum to be  
He loathed he scorned and he disdained to die   

57  
Thus struggling long at last to ground they pa●  
Of fallis the Giants helm the Prince up flies  
And quickly with that mighty iron mass  
Beats forth his brains & with his brains his eyes  
Thus bold disdainful fierce prowed full of wraith  
He yields his soul to hell his life to death.   

58.  
The Prince gave jove his prase his thanks his right  
But yet this bloody conquest had so much  
Feebled his strength his valour & his might  
Tired were his trembling legs his weakness such  
He falls at last no differ could ye know  
Betwixt the victor and his vanqueist foe.   

59  
The Queen Philena fair (who all this while  
Hade we'll remarked the valour of the Prince)  
Cheird up her woeful looks and with a smile  
She hasted down to bring Penardo thence  
Whom when she sawly pale cold bloodless dead  
She grou'nd she sighed she sank down at his head.   

60.  
This sight amazed her servants much but more  
It troubled Arebo the truth to find  
At last his science airte and magik loir  
Revealed to him the sedret of her mind  
Wheirfore with cair grief sorrow woe & wound▪  
He fear's least death pairt life & love asunder.   

61.  
Although eun'e to the death he haits the Prince,  
Yet for Philenas' cause for him did cair  
And softly caused them both be carried thence  
Up to the rock and laid in chambers fair  
Wheir soon he b●ought by skill art craftingyne  
His life his senses and relief from pine.   

62.  
When life o'er death had got the victory  
And feir Philena had revived again  
Love stroa●e with shame and shame with in famie  
And in famie reviv'd what love had slain  
But shame revenge hait in famie and all  
At last by lou● was fought foiled bund in thrall.   

63,  
Wherefore these words she sadly did rehears  
O lawless Love imperious proud and cruel  
Unjust unteamd unconquerd strong & fierce  
O thou of good and bad effects the fewall  
Thou moves mischief shame doth war woe despite  
And freindsship true true joy & true delight.   

64.  
And thus thou ar● More would ye dame have said  
But Arebo she seiss who did remove  
The Ladies all when she on bed was laid  
His cure his spells and mighty charmed to prove  
She that herself bewrayed might now behold  
Discoured all, revealed all all she told.   

65.  
So does a craiftie Traitor to a King  
Who with his fellows has conspyrd his death  
But fearing once discovery of the thing  
Repentance feigns in looks in words in breath  
Discovering all their cursed, malicious treason  
And still himself condemn's himself with reason.   

66.  
When Arebo had● hard the tail she told  
Still interruped with groans with sighs with tear's  
His hairt inclined to cruelty he would  
And could have been content to stoup his ears  
But that the love he bore unto the Dame  
Stopped up his wraith and quenshed his fury's flame.   

67.  
Wheirfor this much he promised her at lenthe  
That he so we'll his phislik would apply  
Hi● health his vigour beauty blood & strength  
Should to his sinews vain & arteirs High  
Which in few days he had performed so  
The Prince began to rise to walk to go.   

68  
Whom to Philena every day repairs  
Her chiefest pleasure was, to dres each wound  
Her snow white hand she daintily prepairs  
To dight to dry to dres to ripe the ground  
Love smyld to see his nou●sh thus allured  
O happy man so dressed so healed so cuerde   

69.  
And while she tuiched his soft & snow white skin  
Which heir and their was stained with purple blood  
Tears from her eyes lyk liquid pearl do●n rinne  
And on his skin oft trembled ●old & stood  
To plead for their fair da●me & seemed to move  
His hairt to yield to pity or to love.   

70.  
Some time she eyed his fair and lovely face  
His goldin locks his quick sweet smile eye●  
His we'll proportioned limbs & every place  
She still remarks still feids on what she seis  
She looks she views admirs & still she gaizerb  
And from each pai●t a wound her love increse●●   

71.  
we'll might the Prince behold her passiones strong  
Yet seemed he nought to know or not allow  
Lest by deny all he should do her wrong  
Whoes martial mind to love could never bow  
Yet courteslie her proffered pains with stands  
Which for unkindness she takes at his hand's   

72.  
Oft by her looks yet would she make him know  
The passioune that torments her inwart mind  
Oft by her pretty speeches would she show  
She caird not much although he would be kind  
And often be simlituds would prove  
How far her Sex exceedeth his in love.   

73.  
But neither speech similitudes nor looks  
Could make him quick or capable at all  
He could not see those baits, allurements hook ' a  
Or seeing would not see nor heir their call  
Still Mars his Sogeour he himself had sworn  
For Cupid he was nather bred not borne.   

74.  
Yet fair Philena could not leave to love  
With new conceits new toys & questions new  
Which in one uthers person she would prove  
By parables his sansie to subdue  
But seeing neither this nor that could move him  
With sighs and tear's she told him she did love him.   

75.  
Wheirat he stood long silent and amaizd  
At last resolved to take it but in scorn  
He said Madam i'mt glade you so are pleased  
To t●k your pastime of a wretch for lost  
Whoe● birth whoes merit and whoes poor estate  
Your basest hand maid would not choose for mate.   

76.  
By this his simple answer we'll she knew  
He knew her love her passione and her mind  
Wheirat she shamed & changed to vermilion hue  
Shame brought in wraith, wraith sweir he was unkind  
Wraith brings in haitt in hait away she flung  
And while she flies disdain chased love along.   

77.  
Penardo left in chamber now alone  
Reputes him of his answer rashly said  
Ah now Philena had you known his moan  
And sein the groans, the sighs, ye ●ears he shade  
Once more thy cruel mind had now re●ented  
And thy mischief new bred had new repented·   

78.  
But heavens denied his pace and her content  
So prone and bend her mind was to mischief  
Who now with Arebo has given consent  
To end his days and with his days her grief  
In throw a privy postern they should creep  
And in his bed should murder him a sleep.   

79.  
When bright Apollo sank down under ground  
And Night looked up with many thousand eyes  
Penardo in his bed was sleeping sound  
Ane Angel bright descend from heaven he sies  
Who said up up heighe jove commands ye fly  
Fly then in haist for if you stay thowle die.   

80.  
Then he awaks and leaps unto the flure  
His birning eyes ●old staird & gaizd about  
At first he could not think himself secure  
To go from thence or stay such was his doubt  
Not that he feared whole army's their to find  
But called Philenas' restless suit to mind   

81.  
while dim weak hale and feeble Cynthia shine  
Her borrowed light she lends to arm ye Prince  
With armour bright rich costly rair and fine  
And with a sword & shield for his defence  
Which fair Philena gave him long ago  
And with them would have geu'ne herself also.   

82.  
Be chance théns to ye dure he did repair  
Which to receive the murderers oppin stood  
And down a black deip dark and hollow stair  
Which seemed to lead to hell and Lethe's flood  
At last beneath the rock wheir waters glide  
Forth their he come down be the rivers side.   

83.  
And thus along the river side he goes  
Throw rocks craigs tries woods groves and paths unknown  
In silence of the night while Cyn●hia shoes  
Her pale weak pure clear silver Beams forth thrown  
Throw gloomy aer tuixt clouds youth Zephyre brings  
Upon his soaring swift & lofty wings.    

Caput. XV.  
Argument.  
THe Murderers miss their false intent  
Alone Penardo flies  
He on the banks of Theissa fair  
The Heir of Hung'ry seiss  
By Argalantes reft away  
He kills him brings her thence  
He foils Lord Doreo in her sight  
Shes' amrous of the Prince.  

1.  
GReat harm ensue by over great desire  
O vain desire ridiculous and ill  
That birnes the mind & sets the hairt on fire  
From the proceids wooed furious fraintik vil  
A groundless deip of ill if ill abused  
diverse inconstant infinite confused   

2.  
Unnatural desires heighe heavens offend  
And appetits immoderate and vain  
As birning lust but limits bound or end  
A sink of sin a gulf a sea a main  
Which draws the soul from heaunlie contemplatione  
And beastly bruttshe makes her operatione.   

3.  
Yea who soe'er or what soe'er they be  
Suffling themselves with lust for to be led  
They are no more themselves, no more are fry  
Nor from no travel pain and labour fred,  
For their desire a thousand ways they use  
Nor for it thousand torments will refuse.   

4.  
Their body not refusing thousand pains  
So they obtain their pleasure their desire  
Into their mind a thousand he●ls remains  
In quenshing (thought unquenshable) their fire  
And their desire their fire incressing still  
Turns fury seiks for death if want of will.   

5.  
Such fury in Philena falls abides  
Who birnes in fire of sensual delight  
Wanting her will and her desire provides  
In fury for to murder this her Knight  
Not love of him but lust in her remained  
And therefore cruel death because restrained.   

6.  
For presently no sooner was he gone  
When sextein Knights arrived in armour clad  
And throw that sec●eit passage goes anon  
With clear sharp swords about the Prince his bed  
The which if mighty jove had not forsein  
Their had he died their had he murdreed beine.   

7.  
But he whom heavens preserved for better hap  
Did restless on his longsum journey wend  
Till Titan thrice in Thetis watery lap  
Had dyued and thrice his spheric course did end  
When he upon the banks of Teissa fair  
Lay down and ends his weary journey their.   

8.  
This Teissa is a fair and pleasant flood  
Which Hungaries' east border rins a long  
Near to that montanes sevine heighe hoary rude  
Which Transyluania fortify right strong  
Heir rests the Prince all night & feids his mind  
Wi●h conquest praise and glory brought from Ind●.   

9  
And wheir he lay the river from a rock  
Poured down his pure clear silver streams in stoir  
Which on the pebble channel softly broke  
Throw hollow concaves of the crooked shoir  
Whoes ghostly roars makes all the craigs to ring  
while tries birds winds with sweit reports does sing.   

10.  
Whoes comfort rare of music sweit and fine  
sung him a sleep till bright Aurora rise  
Whoes mantle bright reid whit & clear did shine  
And alter turn and change in azure skies  
A suddan sound (into his ears that rings  
A waks the Prince with shouts and murmurings.   

11.  
He starts a fit and looking round about  
He sies ten Knights come f●o a forest wide  
Who Captive led seaune Ladies in a rout  
Whom with away in greatest haste they ride  
He draws his sword and with his shield he goes  
To wine that prey be valour death and blows.   

12.  
One of the ten their passage to make fry  
Comes far before and caught his mighty lance  
The which he shuns with hand with fute with eye  
And quickly did his murdering blade advance  
Whi●h in the Knight's hairt blood he sheathed perforce  
Then took his lance and quickly man'd his horse.   

13.  
By this the Ladies and the Knights drew near  
And swor their fellow should not die for naught  
One moir they send the passage for to cleir  
Whose king for revenge a vengeance bought  
The Prince eune with his fellows lance a pairt  
Pierced throw his breist his body and his hairt,   

14.  
The rest with rage with fury and despite  
The Ladeis dainty hands and feitt hade bund  
And ta'en them fro their horse for feir of flight  
And left them sadly weeping on the ground  
And in their fury mad for their revenge  
All with the Prence began a battle straying.   

15.  
The Prence who saw the ladies weep and murne  
His ire and wraith was changed to pity mild  
But pity unrevengd to rage did turn  
Thus l●ke a lyon angry fierce and wild  
His flaming sword he tossed till they all shaken  
Yet fanting strikes and tremble while they struck.   

16.  
The Prince rush throw them with his brand heigh born●  
Death by his side at each blow one to catch  
As sith cuts down the grain the grass the corn  
So cut befoi● him fall they every wratche  
Each blow a wound each wound brought death with pain  
Himself vntiutched unharmed unhurt remain.   

17.  
Eune as a montane craige or mighty rock  
Whom raiging seas or blustering winds assail  
'Gainst seas winds storms & lightning thunder broke  
Still unremoved abides and never fail  
So stead fastly the Prince with stood their strength  
And hurt field slew or chased them all at length.   

18.  
Not one now left his fury to withstand  
His bloody brand he dights and sheaths it then  
The ladies he would loose bound fute and hand  
Tormented sore with sorrow grief and pain  
And she that Mistress seemed of all to be  
Her lowsed the Prence from bands & set her frie.   

19  
Mistress she was indeid of all the rest  
For comeliness for beauty and for grace  
For virtuous mind unstained pure cleine and chaste  
Meik modest mild and sprung of princely race  
The field of love did modest virtue plow  
And rypt the fruit unpuld as yet that grow.   

20.  
Her modest blush her S●ne shine beauties ray  
Her fiery sparkling light cleir bright and shynning  
Their goldin beams spring's furt● in wanton play  
Streams on the Prence his face whoes eyes refynning  
Hade recolle'ct' her spreading beams in one  
And throws them back and burns her hairt anon   

21.  
So bright Apollo spreads his beams o'er all  
And sweitlie warms and comforts every flower  
●ut in a little birning glass recall  
His rays he shows his might his strength his power  
For that to which before he comfort brought  
He birnes he skortches and consumes to nought.   

22.  
The Prince admeird the beauty of her face  
She stood she staird she wounde●t & she gaized  
Still from his eyes come lightening forth a pace  
Which brint her hairt dismayed and much amaized  
For love of every glance and every look  
N●w weapins forged whei●with her hairt he struck.   

23.  
Thus stood the dame now pale now reid now wane  
Which we'll bewrayed the passiones of he● hairt  
Till floods of tears from her fa●r eyes down ran  
Sighs from her swelling breist unsolds her smairt  
Then love for mend's did change to crystal ball's  
The silver globs which f●om her eyes doun● falls.   

24.  
And them he throws at Prince Penardos' eyes  
Theirwith to hit to wound, or work his smairt  
But all to weak his childish airme he seiss  
To harm the man that had a Mars his hairt  
Wheirsore he sweir in fury rage and ire  
To fet eyes hairt and all into a fy●e.   

25.  
Ane arrow f●om his quaver forth he drew  
The which by chance did bear a leaddin head  
Whei●of he nothing in his fury knew  
Till in the Prince's hairt he fixed the lead  
Then Cupid blushed & sighdt and ground full sore  
Who never knew that he was blind before.   

26,  
Ane uther shaft with goldin head he takes  
Wheirwith he would undo his wo●k ere long  
But all in vain his travel now he makes  
For that the other's poysione was too strong  
Yet mollefied the force and did him move  
To pity her because he could not love▪   

27  
Then weiping throw the aer young Cupid flies  
To show unto his mother his mischance  
The dame who now had cleird h●r wattrieeyes  
With modest blush and smile countenance  
Gave th●nks unto the Prence for hi● relief  
When lo appei●d more harm & more mischief.   

28.  
For that a mighty Giant they espied  
Come from the wood upon a Cameall strong  
At whoes huge fearful sight the ladies cried  
O now begins our hell our death ow'r wrong  
But she that was unbound with smile cheir  
Said thus unto them all, leave of your fear.   

29.  
In this most brave and gallant Knight remains  
Our hope, our comfort, our relief, our strength  
Such virtue grace and valour he retains  
That he must be ou● tour and shield at length  
Love bred her courage that the tail hade told  
What one so feared but love can make them bold.   

30.  
Such was her love although her love was new  
Then leave her second self she rather die  
The Prince that saw the Giant ne●er drew  
Said thus to her fair lady now I see  
I may not stay the rest for to unbind  
Whei●fo●e that wa●k to you must be assingde.   

31.  
Go then quoth she heauns the preserve from ill  
So small a wo●k as this may I perform  
He horsed and took a mighty lance him till  
Then ready he abides the furious storm  
The Giant near now dead seis every Knight  
And cried ah Gods do I behold this sight,   

32.  
Trembling with wraith with anger rage and ire  
He gnashed his teith and shook his head a round  
Out from his eyes flew flamms of sparkling fyr●  
And from his throat a hoarse confused sound  
His braith within his throat his speeches toi●  
So bulls and lions billow feght and roir.   

33.  
Thus in his madness fury wraith and haist  
He couched his mast-lyke lance & forth did run  
The Prince that had before his lance in raist  
Lynk haist lyk will hade lyk desire to win  
And thus like Pegasus gross earth they spair  
And flies like thunderbolts throw boxin aer,   

34.  
The Giant brak his lance first on the prince  
Himself not steirt nor hurt nor moved at all  
But 'gainst the Prince his arms were no defence  
Split was his hairt he down to ground did fall  
With such a 'noys & such a thundering sound  
As makes a mighty tour that falls to ground.   

35.  
Be this the Ladies of their bonds weref●●d  
And saw this bloody monsters fatal end  
Terror of him and horror of the dead  
Made them to shrink and fearful looks futth send  
They stood amaizd dismayed afraid they fanted  
Their timorous hairts in their weak bosums panted.   

36.  
When to the Damns the Prince reteired back  
Those Ladies all falls down upon their kneiss  
First jove then him they thank for this kind act  
With tears like pearl that streams from their fair eye●  
They myldlie him be seeche request and pray  
Of pity mercy grace that he would stay.   

37.  
As he had freed them from that Tyrann strong  
To be their gairde their guide & their defence  
Against all hazard death mischief and wrong  
Till they were saif at home & far from thence  
He lighted down nor strayed till they had done  
But sweitlie meekly myldlie answered soon.   

38.  
First by the hand he raised them from the ground  
And then he said fair Ladies leave to mourn  
A guide a guairde a servant have ye found  
Till you unto your homes may saif return  
They thank him praise him joys in such a guide  
Then take their horse forth on their way they ride   

39  
And while they traveled throw the forest wild  
The Prince enquired how this mischance befell  
When one of them both courts grave & mild  
With smyl●ing countenance began to tell  
Fair fire (quoth she) first know then what we be  
Whom your great might & valour has made frie.   

40.  
This Lady pointing to the Dame whom he  
First lowsd from bands (but tied in bands of love)  
V●dina heght sole Heir of hungary  
H●r Parents joy delight and pleasure prove  
And thus ●our force th' Vngarian hope defend  
On her we wait we serve and we attend.   

41.  
Into this wood oft tym's she much delights  
To chase the lofty heart and simple hind  
On her awaits Lords Princes Erl's and Knights  
That loud her praised her served her to her mind  
Amongst the rest that with the Princes came  
Prince Dorio was a Prince of noble fame.   

42.  
Betwixt tuo famous floods he holds the lands  
Dravus the one Savas the uther heght  
And Belgrade that on fair Danubius stands  
That mighty town belongs to him of right  
This gallant Prince should wed Vodina fair  
And regne with her as sole & only heir.   

43.  
This mighty Giant whom you haply slew  
The mighty Argolantes heght to name  
o'er Misia he regned which they may rue  
He when he hard of fair Vodinas' fame  
Send to the King & proudly him commands  
To give his only daughter in his hands.   

44.  
Whom after he had seen perhaps he would  
In marriage take to be his laughfull wife  
The King disdained his pride & suit so bold.  
And him refused the which began this strife  
The Giant swor in pride disdain & scorn  
Her would he have although the King had sworn.   

45.  
Thus with ten Knights he in this kingdom came  
And scorned with more this kingdom to subdue  
Who thought himself sufficient for the same  
Such was his hope his pride his valour true  
And knowing by his spyalls every day  
Of this our pastime hunting sport and play.   

46.  
On us he come before we was awar  
When heat within our tents made us reteir  
Our Knights still wandered throw the forest far  
Sum heir sum their to bring us in the Deir  
Except sum on the Princes that attends  
Whom in short space he brought unto their ends,   

47.  
Then us poo●e souls he took unto his prey  
We that could make no more defence but mourned  
Us with his Knights before he send away  
While with our Knights he fought that hade returned  
But much it feirs me all our Knights are slain  
Heavens grant that sweit Prince Dorio yet remain.   

48.  
And this is all fair Sire that I can show  
Which but your aid had been more tragical  
And if so pleas you would the Princes know  
To whom her thanks should randred be for all  
Since to your aid your valour strength and might  
Our lives ourselves and all belongs of right.   

49.  
Long mused the Prince and answer long delay'de  
For ●oath he was his name should their be known'●  
At last their Princes fair Vodina say'de  
Whom all this time sad silence had o'er blown  
On her new love her fancies new she fed  
New thoughts new toys devices new that bred,   

50.  
If I presume or should this much be hold  
With maidens modesty for to dispense  
even to your courtesy of whom I hold  
My life I will bequeath my rood offence  
Whoes wondrous worth still Midas lyk is such  
Pure gold to make of dross if you bot touch.   

51.  
Then this my fault this boldness than forbear  
though for not else yet since I am a Maid  
For thy blised name blisd natione to inquire  
And that thrice happy soil wheir you west bred  
Resolve me this which to thy worth adds more  
More to my bands more to thy fame thy gloire.   

52.  
Not so Madam quoth he theirs not in me  
That merits from your lips to have a sound  
Much les a praise yet if their onie be  
You are the source the root the spring the ground  
From whence that virtue spring bud bear or grow  
Such force have words if from your lips they flow,   

52,  
As for my name my natione soil or blood  
In Thessalye near Tempe's flowing fontanes  
Upon the banks of fair Peneas flood  
Their was I borne betwixt to famous montanes  
That Ossa and Olympus heght and so  
From than Pelympus I, no more, I know   

63.  
Thus while be spoke attentive was the Maid  
To his sweit braith and his sweet voices sound  
That peirsd her breast her hai●t and all afraid  
Each word a dairt each dairt a cruel wound  
Each wound by force a deadly poysione framme  
A sickness a disease a quen'shles flame.   

55.  
And while she thu● to him heir speak delights  
Amid the bushes thick they heir a noise  
Of horses trampling and of armed Knights  
Whi●l trembling fear bereft the ladies joys  
But lo the Prince his sword and shield provides  
And suddanelie wheir was, the sound he ryds '.   

56.  
Wheir as he seis thrie Knights in armour bright  
And in his wraith inquyres what they would have  
From the those ladies said the formest knight  
First said the Prince you their goodwill must crave  
Yes Yes said he but for thy fault thy wrong,  
Death thou deserves death you shall have or long.   

57  
Who death so frilie gives & no thing wins  
Perhaps mey serve himself before another  
For charity ay at itself begins  
This said the Prence no answer made the other  
But each began to thunder on the blows  
Valour alyk lyk strength lyk courage shoes.   

58.  
Yet that which harmed the Prince Pinardo mos●  
The uther tuo did also him assaill  
But he whoes never-deing valour lost  
No time, his deadly blows began to dail  
Do●ne to the breist the one he cleift in tuo  
And heidles left the uther at a blow,   

59  
His first Apailler feirslie forward ride  
Tuo mighty blows he gave him for his due  
One cleift his shield the uther pierced his side  
And at the third his sword in pecees flew  
Whom at on blow the Prince hade brought to death  
But saw him with out a sword and calmed his wraith.   

60.  
But he that wants a sword did nimbly press  
To greip the Prince and bring him from his horse  
Which he refuses not bot with a treace  
H●m in his mighty arms he strains by force  
He beirs him to Vodina him presented  
Who all this time the battle soir lamented.   

61.  
Yet knew she not those other Knights at all  
Love hade her eyes so fixed upon the Prince  
The other Dams fled feared & fanting fall  
But love stout hardy bold was her defence  
And when the Prince presents to her the Knight  
Ah stay quoth she thy hand wraith ire and might.   

62.  
He is my friend and come to find me out  
And to relieve me from the giants thrall  
Prince Doreo he heght strong hardy stout  
Then my offence my wrong my fault & all  
Quod he deserveth death ah haist I blame  
Haist cause of murning death repentance shame.   

63.  
Prince Doreo still amaizd dumb senseless stood  
Love and regaird stroave with disgrace wraith shame  
Wraith bad revenge revenge the others blood  
Shame bad revenge disgrace, love said the same  
Dismayed, amaized, he staird & gaized about  
At last Vodina thus recalled him out.   

64.  
Amaizment Dorio leave and leave to dream  
Thank now this Knight whoes valour courage strength  
Preserved my life my honour and my fame  
The Giant and his knights chastised at length  
Whom to disgrace to death to shame he send  
Thus he began what none but he could end.   

65.  
love jealousy disdain had kindled fire  
Of wraith to heir his Mistress praise his foe  
Yet cunningly he smudden in his ire  
Till time place fate and fortune favour sho  
Then quickly turning to the victor Knight  
Thus said he sire I shame not by thy might.   

66.  
To beore cum, since fates hes the ordained  
Most happy and most fortunate of all  
Nather do I accout my valour stained  
Since Fortune the her Champione does call  
Thrice happy thou and famous thrice for why  
Thou art Vodinas' friend her Seruand I.   

67.  
Be these his laittest words the Prince we'll knew  
Love was the only passione of his mind  
Wheirat within himself he smyld yet show  
Great coutesie for these his praises kind  
Nor did he love nor feared he Rivals spoil  
Such proud ambitione in his breist did boil.   

68  
Then fordward on their way they still proceed  
Till they oretack the Ladies that were fled  
Whom heir and their in bushes hid for dreid  
They find half dead with fear and terror led  
Yet all with fair Vodina ford wart pass  
To Buda wheir the King her father was,   

69.  
At last Apollo in the west discendit  
And changed heauns goldin smyls to azure hue  
When as their journey with his course was endit  
Budas heighe tours they look they see they view  
Whoes gliftring splendour fiery lightnings throws  
Through gloomy heauns so shynning Cynthía sho●●.   

70.  
Thus near to fair Danubius they drew  
Mean while swift fame hade tidings borne of all  
How that straying Knight fierce Argalantes slew  
And saved Vodinus shame disgrace and fall  
Then from his kingly throne her father raise  
And come to give him honour thanks and praise.   

71.  
They past that famous flood whoes silver stream  
Disjoins tuo cities stately rich and fair  
Buda the one Pesth is the others name  
That on his banks heaune-threatning tops uprair  
Lift up from earth as if in skies they stood  
To view their glanceing beauties in the flood.   

72.  
Arrived wheir as the King did them abide  
Vodina kneild before her royal Sire  
And told him that brave Knight kneild by her side  
That saved her life his honour crown empire  
Them lifted up betwixt his arms the Roy  
Both them he kissed and both embracd for joy.   

73.  
he's led betwixt Vodina and the King  
Unto their court proud stately rich and fair  
Still praises new, new thanks new honours bring  
Due for his worth and happy fortunes rair  
And every day were new triumphs devysd  
That him to pleasure joy delight entysd.    

Caput. XVI.  
Argument.  
VOdina shoes her love but He  
Feigning base birth refused  
She kills herself and Doria him  
As Murderer accused  
From prison long hes brought at last  
To burn, But heauns Revenger  
A stranger fends that him redeems  
And he Redeems the Stranger.  

1.  
while Prince Penardo heir unknown abides  
Under the title of Pelympus still  
Inconstant fortune all her favour hyds  
And turns her smylls to frouns her good to ill  
O wordly pomp: O glory vane: O fame  
A waisting lamp A shadow and A dream.   

2.  
Long stayt he heir loved pray'st admeird of all  
Of Dorio disdained invyed and feared  
But poor Vodinas' feidle was made thrall  
By Ty●ane love▪ love sowed love reaped love eared  
All place to her was loathsum day and night  
Except the brave Lolympus were in sight▪   

3.  
And while she wakes his sight her love augments  
But oft in sleep sad visiones frights her mind  
In sleep he sad and frowning him presents  
Unthankful coy disdainful proud unkind  
And death in thousand forms he shows in hate  
The presage true of her ensuing fate.   

4.  
When she awaks she calls him too unkind  
Tears drown her eyes, and sighs o'reflowe her hair●  
Yet oft she wished that he had known her mind,  
Love bids her use some meins love to impairt:  
But shame forbids her modesty to pass  
Tuix Love and shame a cruel war their was.   

5.  
Shame says a simple Virgin and a Maid  
Should chastely love and modestly desire  
And of audacious words should be afraid  
From love proponed should shun & thence retire  
For Maids that heir & forts that parley loud  
Make both the lover & the foe grow prowed.   

6.  
Much more if thou propone will he disdain  
Thy want on forms and thy immodest love  
The glorious name of Virgins shall thou slain  
And Maydin hood a heavy load shall prove  
Love by refus all lives but profert dies  
A woman conqueres love when love she flies   

7.  
But Love beguiled both Modesty and shame  
And thus he said, A woman thou must be  
O si●s thou not what stains a woman's Name  
No thing so mu●h as Haite and Cruelty  
Nature hath framed a woman's hairt to yield  
And Courtesy and love to win the field,   

8.  
Sure he would speak if he were once assured  
Of such a Prince's favour as thine own  
His birth too base thy match to have procured  
Or else long since his fancy had you known  
though base of birth he beirs a Monarch's mind  
Then do but spe●k or look and He'll be kind.   

9  
What if some new occasione call him hence?  
Then shall some other Princes win his hairt  
May thou not once with modesty dispense  
Before thy love and life be death should smairt  
If health love ease & pleasure stayeth still  
Upon a word theyr'r fools that wants their will.   

10.  
What also if thy father the constrain  
Prince Doreo to wed against thy will  
For with another doth thy Hairt remane  
Although before thou gave consent their till  
Pelympus oh Pelympus only He  
The sight of Doreo were but death to ye,   

11.  
Haist then to tell Pelympus that thou loves  
Else he goes hence and Doreo shall the wed  
But o what if the Knight disdainful proves  
O he will not disdain a Prince's bed  
Although thy beauty could not move his mind  
Yet will the crown of Hungare make him kind.   

12.  
Thus on new Hope begyld with love she fed  
Resolueing once for to unfold her mind  
Thus argued she thus thought she in her bed  
while Cynthia pale wan and dimly shynd  
At last heauns get above the eastern streams  
Oppins and day shoots forth his silver beams.   

13.  
With heauns bright silver hue the Dame op rose  
When Phoebus' beams did gild heaven earth and sea  
She in a garden did herself repose  
Alone save love that boire her company  
She thence her dames and Ladies all had sent  
Till on loves altar she poured forth her plaint.   

14.  
Then to one quiet arbour she reteird  
Wheir long she mourned she sighed she plained she prayed  
She honoured love, love praised and love admeird,  
For wheir abides true luoe but in a maid:  
Of● she complained that love hade done her wrong  
At last she took her Lute and thus she song.   

15.  
The senseless snaik benouwd with Winter's cold  
With storm with frost with hail with snow with rain  
If her for pity one inbreist should hold  
Till cherished life with heat return again  
Then strength and life and Nature makes her bold  
To reave the life that did her life obtain  
Of love this is the true similitude  
O love the purtrat of ingratitude.   

16.  
When thou was dead in winters of disdain  
And perished quit in dark oblivions flood  
I cherist the with travel cair and pain  
And thy sad death my fiery smylls with stood  
But when my breist by heat did life obtain  
Thou stung my hairt and made my bosom bleid  
Ah love how can a simple maid offend  
That this her love should bring her life to end.   

17.  
Love brings despair despair brings death & hell  
Some say that music oft proud love withstood  
But o how can thy hairt in pleasure seal  
When as thy very soul is drowned in blood  
Yet pray perhaps thy prayer mey love compel  
But medit at tone is of pray're the food  
And cruel love by meditation lives  
Then every thing Pelympus deir revives   

18.  
Thus while she plays thus will she sweitly sings  
Throw empty aer the Queir of burds down fly  
And spread a round their soft and dainty wings  
To shroud her while she strains her notes on high  
And when they heir her voice her sound her 'noys  
Lyik hands they clap their wings; in sign of joys.   

19  
When she had done about her heir and their  
Some say her song and strain her tender throats  
Some laurel leaus and myrtles sweit prepair  
In their sharp beiks and then with merry notes  
Upon her head they let the leaus down fall  
And seem to crown the Virgin their with all.   

20.  
Others would sit and from their throats forth send  
A woeful sund that seemed to move the skies  
To pity her sad death and woeful end  
While as the birds would strain such doolfull cries  
As who would say ah love ah beauty mourn  
For her whoes death your day to night does turn.   

21.  
But all this time she mused upon her love  
Her love her joy her pleasure her delight  
Pelympus brave whoes deids did matchless prove  
Non liueed like him in valour strength and might  
Who walked abroad that day to take the air  
while fate heaven chance & fortune brought him thai●   

22.  
She seis him come throw bushes leaves and wands  
Than lyk a mabre image up she stood  
The Lute falls down betwixt her snow white hands  
And her fair eyes power forth a silver flood  
Lyk dew on roses whit and reid that falls  
Or silver globs or pearl or crystal balls.   

23.  
To wake her from this dump he takes her hand  
And while he toutched she trembled quakd & shook  
Now reid for shame then pale for fear she found  
How her fant heart his wonted room forsook  
And upwart fled from pain woe grief despite  
True signs of sudden love or sad affright.   

24.  
At last the Prince her silence thus removes  
Some say that music does the mind delight  
But lo Madam in you the contrary proves  
Quoth she in hell death horror and despite  
Who lives melodious sounds at harmful still  
And still augments but ne'er remeids their ill.   

25.  
To the perhaps my words may seam un faitt  
For basheful Maid's or simple Virgins pure  
And not agreeing with my heighe estait  
To sue for grace when I should leive secure  
But o quod she if I indecent prove  
Not I but shameless tyraneizing love.   

26.  
The ravening wolf, the simple lamb did catch,  
Whom on he thought to fill, to feid, to prey,  
When lo the princely lyon did him watch.  
First him he slew, then brought the lamb away,  
though once from death he did the lamb relief,  
Afar more crewel death he did it give,   

27.  
This wolf was Argalantes, I the lamb,  
And thou the princilie lyon made me fire  
When lo thine eyes more cruel bands ' did framme  
And band and chained and linked my hairt to the,  
Ah deir Pelympus, deir, too deir, it fears me,  
Love shame, fear, hait, in thousand peicees tears me,   

28.  
Thou stole my hairt out throw my bosom pour,  
But, o, sweit stealth, sw●it thief, I pardon the,  
Mine eyes thou too● and did their aid procure  
And thus I helped to steill myself to the  
Deip sob●, and tears, heir stayed her woeful speech  
And with dumb signs his pity did beseech,   

29.  
But all this time the Prince looked down to ground  
Rueth, reas●one, pity, woe, amaizement bred  
Yet in his bosom love no place had found  
But mildest pity had so far him led,  
That hardly he from yielding was refraind  
Yet thus he answers, and from love restrained,   

30.  
Madam (quoth he) your luckless' love I rue  
And would it mend if with my life it stood  
Too base my birth fair Princes is for you  
My worth too small to equaleize your blood  
I will not hait and yet I most not love  
Mars doth my heart from Cupid far remove.   

31.  
Then drive those fond affections from your mind  
Let your wise hairt calm love & leave secure  
Love is, a, monster, furius▪ fer● and blind  
And I'm an errant Knight base worthless poor●  
I'll serve you still if you but love for beir  
In joy in grief in comfort hope in feir.   

3●  
forbear quoth she and must I then forbear?  
O? mad misluck O? love O? chance O Fate!  
O, love, O, torment great? O, grief? o fear!  
O? plague of plagues! O, desperate deceat!  
O sting, O deadly Poysione of the hairt  
O hell of mighty minds o death O smairt?   

33.  
forbear to love O, word of sad disgrace  
The task begun by love must love not end?  
Nature had framed the fair and sweet alas  
But the a cruel tigers mind did send  
O cruel nature man▪ O man to cruel  
To foul a blot to stain so fair a jewel.   

34.  
And love forbear alas that word forbeir  
O sad decry O sentence of my death  
O torment of my soul, from verteus spheir  
Could such disdain and loath sum hait take breath  
Thou loves to live in scorn of love and me  
I live to love, and loothed, for love must die.   

35.  
And now alas the hour approached nigh  
When her sweet life that sweet hold must leave  
She draws a knife which hang low be her thy  
And tuix her breist's a flood-gat up she reave  
Wheir pity love and beauty long with stood  
The fatal knife the life the vital blood.   

36.  
From him she turned her face & did this fact  
Then turns and says without, a shrink or pain  
Receive this solemn sacrafeize I make  
Upon the altar of thy heighe disdain  
Deir sweet receive my hairt my life my love  
My Virgin soul, Fairweell I must remove.   

37.  
And now the star light of her eyes grew dim  
Her fair sweet face upon her shoulder fell  
In her pail looks sad pity looked on him  
Her trembling kneiss grew weak & down she fell  
Lyik one fair flower pure beautiful and young  
By frost new slain youth had but newly sprung   

38.  
●une as discoloured opell's change and turn  
The white now wan now pale heir reid their blue  
Her lovely white grew pale and seemed to murne  
The reid in spot's did change to azure hue  
The Sune grew dim and smylling heavens did lou●  
The cloud's did murne & floods of tears down power.   

39  
The Prince that saw both life and soul was gone  
His mighty mind began for to relent  
His sight his speech his sense him left a none  
Woe sorrow cair grief sadness discontent  
His life and breath closed in his hairt withal  
Pale cold and dead he on her breist did fall.   

40.  
Thou lies Penardo dead upoune the ground  
Whom mighty armies could not overthrow  
Nor loss of blood nor many grievous wound  
Could make the shrink or fly or yield or bow  
Although she died for love and for thy hait  
Yet should thou not be blamed bot cruel fate.   

41.  
But Fortune would extinguish & put out  
His shynning lamp of conquest prais and fame  
For Doreo that long had sought them out  
With iclousie and love despite and shame  
Was thither led when he this sight did view  
Both joy and grief despair and hait ensue.   

42.  
joyful he was to sie Pelympus dead  
But deadly woeful for his mistress deir  
Tuix contrar passiones finds he no remead  
At last revenge on his dead corpses he sweir  
That wheir before he was renowned & praised  
His infamy to heaven should now be raised.   

43.  
The fatal knife which in her breast he spied  
He pulls away and putt into the place  
The Prince's dagger, than aloud he eryede  
Ah treassone tresson ah woe woe alas  
Whoes d●eidfull 'noys th●ow all the palace ring's  
And thither Lords Knights Earls & Barones brings.   

44.  
When they had hard & sein this woeful sight  
Their come the King the Queen the Ladies all  
Great was their cair their angwish their despite  
They weep they mourn they sigh they cry they call  
That roks woods montanes sound forth sad despair  
Whoes Echos fill the earth and empty aer.   

45.  
Yet some more ware and wise perseavit the Prince  
No● dead but fallen a son the which thy tell  
In chains in cords in gives they brought him thence  
Unto a dungeon deep and dark lyk Hell  
When he reveiued and found himself in chains  
He wondered much at last he thus complains.   

Penardo his complaint.  
WHat? do I live quod He  
And speak and see & breath▪  
who's damned soul the heavens abhors  
And ●kornes to give me death  
And of that guer done due  
For sin● they me deprive  
Till I should daily leive and die  
Ten thousand deaths a live  
Come death teir forth my hairt  
My too too cruel hairt  
That of my love more then deserved  
Did scorn she should have pair  
But death sense thou art used  
Poor virgins lives to take  
Thou pities so to ease my pain  
Since hell abhors my fact  
You fearful monsters all  
You fiends you furies felt  
You Centauris Harpy's Hydra's foul  
You Gorgon's grim of Hell  
Come Pluto's damned Ghosts  
Come all since death delays  
With legiouns of your grisly troops  
I'll feght and end my days  
But o you fear to veiu  
worse than yourselves can be  
more torments in my soul abides  
Then you in Hell can see  
Fa'ine would I fly myself  
Because myself I fear  
For still myself within myself  
A thousand Hell● doth beir  
But wheir o wheir is she  
Wheir is that Angel fair  
With whom abode all grace all good  
All love all beauty rair  
Ah thrice unhappy Me  
Ah my disdain had power  
To reave the Heavens their Darling deir  
And earth her fairest flower  
My hapless sloth before  
Bereft a Virgi●● breath  
And now disdane my mad disdain  
Ane other brought to death  
Why stay't I not alas  
With fair Philena still  
She would have given me due reward  
And hade preveind this ill  
O fantasies! O dreams!  
O foolish visiones! O  
Why gave I credit unto you  
That twice hes wrought my woe?  
But woeful monster I  
Of luckless' love alas  
That still must leive in endless pain  
Lest death my sorrows chase.   

46.  
Thus in this agoneizing grief he lay  
Long in this doungeone filthy deep and dark  
Fast bound in chains nor saw he sight of day  
And still bewailed his life his chance his wrak  
And this his murning woe grief sorrow care  
Turned unto madness oft and oft despair.   

47.  
But all this time great woe great pain great grief  
Prince Doreo took for his deir Ladies death  
And still his mind was bend on heighe mischief  
He sought revenge with fury rage and wraith  
For in his craft his malice his despite  
This vicious wrong he wrought that valiant Knight.   

48.  
while to this garden I did walk (he said)  
I hard a sound a voice a call a cry  
Ah Heauns preserve me let me die a Maid  
Thither I ran but when I come hard by  
The Murderer me saw and feigned he fainted  
And fell as life breath sense and soul he wanted,   

49.  
I little caird his feir his fate his fall  
But to the Lady ran whom soon I knew  
I cried and in my woeful airmes withal  
I took her up but gone was her fair hue  
I called her once once looked she in my face  
Once spoke this word ah woeful word ALACE.   

50.  
Into her fair and ivory breist abide  
The instrument of that fierce tyranes wraith  
I pulled it forth and their with all she said  
Thou come to lait for to prevent my death  
Her hand I got fairweell she would have said  
Wheirof but (fair) her laister breath furth-layde,   

51.  
These speeches spoke Prince Doreo and with all  
So woebegone and sorrowful he seemed  
Oft stopped by sighs and oft would tears down fall  
That every one him praised and much esteemed  
And then the King in wraith revenge and ire  
Commands Pelympus should be brint in fy●e.   

52.  
The night before this woeful Prince should die  
For her he murnes on her he calls he cries  
So does the lapwing when some Sheiphird by  
Her brood bereaves all day all night she flies  
And weips and calls Yet sleips or night be passed  
So weeps the Prince and so he sleeps at last.   

53.  
And in his sleep the Angel did appeir  
That wairned him from Philena for to fly  
And looked on him with fierce and angry cheir  
Saying Penardo O Penardo sie  
Ioues wraith prononced if thou not soon repent  
Thy wicked thoughts thy words and thy complain●.   

54.  
Thou dost refuse his help his grace his aid  
Thou still rebels 'gainst mighty Ioues decree  
Thy grief at Hell's wide mouth thy Soul has laid  
O wrarche O man from sin refrain or die  
O fie behold thy plaints and joves heighe wraith  
Leids the to pain to hell to endless death.   

55.  
Thy visiones come from heauns and not from hell  
Why temps thou then heighe heaven with plaints and tears  
He hes decreit what e'er to the befell  
Do then what he ordains leave griefs and fears  
Eune of thy good he makes thyself the meins  
But thou his goodness grace & love preveins.   

56.  
Vodinas' blood on her own head shall fall  
A just reward for her unjust desire  
For her own sin and her fore fathers all  
That race in her must end their proud empire  
Nor in thy love no interest hade ye Dame  
Ane other of more worth shall win the same   

57  
Who shall preserve thy life ere it belong  
Fly not heauns joy heauns peace but heaven obey  
This said his face lyk lightning beams ou● flung  
That filled the house with glorius glistering ray  
Which done the Angel thence himself convoyed  
And left him filled with comforts hops and joys.   

58  
Then joyful he awaks and watis the hour  
Of life or death as mighty jove thought meit  
No plaints but prayers did the Prince forth power  
Upon the altar of repentance sweitt  
And still he sighed he mourned he plained he prayed  
To God for grace for help relief and ayd●.   

59  
Now come the time wheirin this cruel King  
Would execute his vengeance on the Knight  
Forth to be brint with fire they did him bring  
When lo a wearyour bold approached their sight  
In airmour clad it seemed dreid war he brought  
He finds the King whom throw the throng he sought   

60.  
And said Sir King perhaps my coming may  
Dismay you much yet i'll the truth unfold  
And what my guilty conscience bids me say  
That none you wrong as now it seems you would  
I beir the hand that wrought your Daughter's fate  
Yone Knight to save her came, but came too laitt.   

61.  
Fierce Argalantes was my uncle deir  
Whoes blood for to revenge, I thither ca●  
Long waited I into this forest near  
That yoynes unto your Park your Gardines' frame  
And disper at my wished revenge to work  
At last into thai garden did I lurk.   

62.  
When bright Apollo gilted had the sky  
Vodina by misfortune come within  
The arbour wheir I secretly did lie  
And would have fled again but could not win  
I took her would have forced her 'gainst her will  
But she dnyed whom I in rage did kill.   

63.  
Her laittest groans yone Knight whom kill you would  
Hade hard and come to sie I fled be twein  
The Parks and Gardenes to the forest old  
The way I come unhard unmarkd unseen  
Ever since within the forest did I stray  
Nor out from thence could ever find the way.   

64.  
And still her ghost unto me does repair  
And still presents Hell's torments to my mind  
And still the grisly fiends throw troubled aer  
Sounds forth the pains my woeful soul should find  
In thousand forms her murdered ghost before me  
Appeirs; & hell still gaipes for to devore Me.   

65.  
This day again she did herself present  
Commanding me to the the truth to sho  
Ane other guiltless life for to prevent  
Else I tormented should in endless woe  
This is the cause that I my death desyir  
Then set him fry & leid me to the fire.   

66.  
All that this warrior heard were much amaizd  
And looked and mus'de & gaizd and silent stood  
Thought pity in the King was never raised  
Yet shamed he was to wronged a Knight so good  
And caused to louse unbind and set him fry  
And armour horse and all restoird to be.   

67.  
How soon his horse and armour he received  
They charged him to depairt the court and fly  
But nobly for to die was all he craved  
For to revenge his wrong his infamy  
Yet knew not who with death his life would by  
But also sweir him to relieve or die,   

68  
Whom they had tied with cords & with a chain  
Had bound him to a staik his armour on  
So he de●yrt and so he did obtain  
In armour thus to burn and burn alone  
O kindness true that fear of death remove  
O praise O virtue great o wondrous love.   

69.  
To sie that sight amaizd Penardo stood  
His breist began to swell with rage wraith ire  
pity drew from his eyes of tears a flood  
Wraith pity helped, pity blue angers fire  
And thus his wraith his pity ire and woe  
Brought Sudden war and sudden conquest lo,   

70.  
Heir love heir proud ambitioune man'd the field  
And still contend's who most governs the mind  
Love caused the stranger to the fire to yield  
Eune love of Prince Penardo most unkind  
Who rewld by proud ambitione scorned to be  
o'er matched in aught and chiefly courtesy.   

71,  
He feghts alone amongst a thousand foes  
And all of them defies and overthrew  
All whom he found; to ground with mighty blows  
And still his wraith still his revenge renew  
Nor gave them leave to pray to plain to call  
Such haist he made to kill to murder all.   

72,  
Some at his dreidfull angry look afraid  
Fled heir and their and some in heaps down fell  
Those that withstood slain on the earth were laid  
And those who leaving could not him repel  
With their dead bodies raised a wall a none  
And thus gainstood when other means were gone.   

73.  
But he but ledder skalled or engine  
Martchd proudly o'er tho●e walls and fortress strong  
And would display his shield for ansigne fine  
And toss his flaming sword his foes among  
Till he unto that dreadful fire was come  
Some feared some fell all fled to give him room.   

74.  
That amorous Knight that to the staik was tied  
Beholding his straying deads' and wonders straying  
Brek all his bands and through the fire he hied  
Whoes threatening sword did thirst for dreid revenge  
Not that he caired his life or feared ye fire  
But for to aid or d●e was his desire.   

75.  
Be this the King Prince Doreo had sent  
With him his guard for to chasteize their pride  
Himself reteired that mischief to prevent  
He feared some secreitt treason their t'abyde  
This armed band and Doreo now assailed  
These warryours stout but nothing yet prevailed.   

76.  
More deadly then more cruel grew the fray  
The Prince and his Companione back to back  
Such valour show such wonders wrought that day  
And with such courage did such havok make  
As Eggles Haulks or ravening Wolf's that rear  
The simple sheep or silly fowls that fear.   

77.  
Those warryours tuo stout hardy fierce and bold  
Would thus assuage their hunger quench their thirst  
With bodies dead in gory blood enrolled  
Great was the valour of the stranger first  
That sharp revenge and vengeance sharp ordain  
Ilk blow a wound each wound death vo and pain.   

78.  
Those Champions dissevered were again  
Each one with warrelyk troops beset a round  
And strove to take them both but all in vain  
They beat them back and kill & fell to ground  
Whose a●me straitcht forth to take them first would enter  
He seis cut of & darrs no further venture.   

81.  
Penardo still those forces new assailed  
Whom he with strength and might still overthrew  
And lykwayes still the stranger Knight prevailed  
But Doreo the Prince hi● strength we'll known  
And theirfore to the stranger Knight he hasted  
On him both ire and honour to have faisted.   

82.  
That gallant stranger matchless for his worth  
Met him amid the reid blood flowing plain  
And rage blood war & murder breathed forth  
Eatche other strongly hits & hits again  
At last the stranger's airme aloft he bore  
And Doreo's heid he brak he cleft he tore.   

83.  
Dreid horror fear and terror of the sight  
Made all to feir to tremble & to quake  
Conquest once smelled by that brave stranger Knight  
The sinews ranks & bands he roodly brak  
Whole trops to earth he brings he beats he beirs  
So winds brinks down the corn & rypned eers.   

84.  
As children make in pastym sport and play  
Ane spaill to waft to role to toss to fly  
About their heid quick speedy nimble lay  
That of one thundering spaile it seemeth thrie  
So seemed the strangers sword whoes deids thy thought  
Straying wonderful incredible were wrought   

85.  
Thi● ramping lyoune sought Penardo out  
And found him in the mids of all his foes  
Whom strong & valiant hardy bold & stout  
The heaps of murdered bodies did enclose  
So irked he was and weary their with all  
though still he fought yet ready still to fall,   

86.  
Their Deaths sad court deaths palace their abode  
Their trophies were erected unto his name  
Their lukwa●me blood did smook and flow abroad  
The stranger stood amaizd to sie the same  
And softly said O valours only stoir  
Whence comes his wealth of conquest fame & gloir.   

87.  
Now Phoebus from his glorious car down lies  
In Neptune's azure palace while sad night  
A rose maskd up and clad in dreidfull gyiss  
With fearful shad's of darkness and affright  
The worthy stranger to Penardo hasted  
And dealt so many deaths till Death was wasted.   

88  
But lo the tumult munting in the are  
would pers, ye clouds with plents and vofull sounds  
Men women bairnes with fury rage despair  
Revenge and vengeans calls till heaven resounds  
Now wes their danger greater than before  
Thou●ands by heaps almost to earth them bore.   

89.  
Yet heavens decried their savetie thus inteir  
Bl●k night o'er all the earth spread forth her vai●  
And such a fearful darkness did appeir  
It seemed their was no darkness left in hell  
With hands they graped they wander & they stray  
So does the blind alone that loosed the way,   

90.  
And thus confused now heir now their they rind  
Penardos' friend thus to him said but dreid  
Sheath now thy sword leave heir thy shield & win  
Out throw this lawless multitude with speid  
I'll good the to the forest heir but stay  
Why then I go quoth he show you the way   

91.  
Thus throw the throng unseen unmark't unknown  
They march alone but feir but cair but dreid  
Nor was their feirles' flight to any shown  
But saiflie to the forest come with speid  
Wheir in a grove hard by a fontane side  
They rest while light for saifer flight p●ouyde.    

Caput. XVII.  
Argument.  
THe stranger Prince Penardo knows  
Of whom he does reioys  
Who tellis him many wondrous thing's  
At last they heir a 'noys  
The Queen of Macedon they see  
Led by them as they thought  
Fals Ar●bo beguyls' the Prince  
Whom long the stranger sought.  

1.  
WHen Budans could not thus attain revenge  
Of that disgrace & shame was to them wrought  
With 'noys confused sad shout's and murmur straying  
The slain & murdered bodies home they brought  
And to this day Penardo's thought so wild  
That with yat name they still yair weeping child,   

●.  
while they in woeful murning pass the night  
Penardo in the forest did remain  
With his true friend his unacquainted Knight  
That for him took more th●n a friendly pain  
No wounds they had but wearied while they la●  
Hard b● the sounding stream & longed for day,   

3.  
The Prince said thus since heavens are pleased with these  
That I must live who looked for nought but death  
Most worthy Knight think not I do amise  
To know of whoes brave mind I hold my breath  
And unto whom my indevores and all  
My life my thought my service should be thrall.   

4.  
Or if the heavens hath sent you to my aid  
Since none but heauns my innocence heth known●  
Vodinas' death was falsely on me laid  
Which jove this day has of his mercy shown  
Nor my request because too lait you shun it  
Long since if time had served would I have done i●.   

5.  
Then quoth the other, Prince Penardo know  
I am that maid whom thou redeemed from death  
From pain from hell from everlasting woe  
From Mansays mighty charms his craft his wraith  
even I that same Laissa whom throw fred  
First from the flame last from the sleipping bed.   

6.  
Her words at once bred wonder and delight  
Yet in his hairt there could no credit find  
Till of she took her eask of sylver white  
Then bleiz'st her eyes her, looks lyik lightning shined  
Her shining hair about her face down flies  
Through which bright vale like stars appear her eyes,   

7.  
As when the Sun● throw yellow glaze doth shine  
On alabastre toumbs pure clear and whit  
With small and pretty goldin streams divine  
Seems trembling on the stone to take delight  
Of that whit object decked with crystal rocks  
On ●er fair face so shynd her goldin lock's.   

8.  
Although the night was dark he might behold  
Her eyes lyk glanceing comets blaizing far  
Or dyamonts in whit enameled gold  
Penardo thou whoes hairt from dreidfull war  
Could not be thralled to womanizing love  
How thanks thou now this passion for to prove   

9  
Wheiron now thinks thou wheiron does thou gaize  
The same is she whoes lovely self thou saw  
Within the sleipping tomb and could not raise  
Nor from enchanted sleep her senses draw  
Whoes bright Idea wanders throw thy mind  
Yet can no resting place for love out find.   

10.  
When thoughts assured him she the same must be  
O●t times he thanks the heavens for her relief  
Has heaun'e fate fortune smyld again quoth he  
And are thou now suffe●s'd with my mischief  
Heighe jove his sacred help & aid up steirs  
When danger most most harm most wrack appeirs.   

11.  
And fair Madam quoth he yours is my name  
My life m● service and my all is yours  
Yours be the praise the honour glory fame  
Yours be my deads' my acts my happy hour'●  
Yours is my lyife by right me shall you have  
To be your knight your servant and your slave.   

12.  
The varient stuf that altar change and turn  
Wrought of discoloured silk soft subtle clear  
Heir l●●lie white their crimson reid doth burn  
Now mingle bo●h and now doth red appeir  
So she that heirs him turns and changes so  
Heir reid their whit & then all reid doth sho.   

13.  
Sweit were the sounds that from his lips proceeded  
Which pierced her tender breist & gentle hairt  
Wheiron her old-bred love & fancy feid  
Renews the flame first in her mind insert  
For first she fell in love with him when as  
Enchanted sitting in the tomb she was.   

14.  
And ever since in love hade she remained  
Far had she gone far sought to find him out  
Till providence of higher powers ordained  
She should of his sad death remove the doubt  
For Cupid of his deads' a chain did f●amme  
That captive led this fair & amorous dam   

15.  
Thus while she gaisd long on his countenance  
A modest smile for answer he received  
Oft would her eyes steil forth a secreit glance  
If not for shame a kiss she would have craved  
Each pairt she viewed she loud she praised with smylling  
Such craft can lovers use themselves beguylling.   

16.  
From secreit pleasures and from hid delight  
From gazing thus at length the Prince awaks her  
To pass away the long and weary night  
With courts speiche and prayers fair he makes her  
To tell her life her invirye her wrong  
Her forepassed labours and her travels long.   

17.  
First then she raised her mild and modest eyes  
And cleired her countenance with heaunely grace  
A fiery smile sweit pleasant glade forth flies  
That chased the clouds of cai● and griefs apace  
While beauty of her foreheid made a throne  
And sat their to be gaized and wondered on.   

18.  
My Lord quoth she to show my woeful life  
Would tedious prove and never have one end  
For heavens and fortune seime to be at strife  
Which should against me most their forces bend  
Yet shaell you know the Muse's cruel hairted  
And what befell to me since you departed.   

19  
My Parents friends nor blood I do not know  
Nor of what house or line I am discendit  
Nor of my woeful birth I can not sho  
But skairslie well thrie lustres yet are endit  
Since swaddled by the Heliconian fontane  
The Muses found me on that pleasant montane.   

20.  
They brought me up within that holy mont  
Taught me their holy reitts and sacred art  
One day (a woeful day) as I was wont  
When I had chased the Stage ye Hind ye Heart  
In their swit spring to bathe I took delight  
Which was my ground of woe grief cair despite.   

21.  
The Muses for that cause I do not know  
But that was all the fault they did pretend  
Left me bereft me and decreid my woe  
And by their Power divine did thither send  
Two Knights my love to win to sue to pray  
And Rivals both each one did other stay.   

22.  
Then Mansay did his charms and spirits send  
Enchanting them and me as you have seen  
Which by your might and valour brought to end  
And you to let when as he saw no mien  
Me in the sleipping tomb he did enchant  
That saw you knew you though my speech did want.   

23  
When from the rook you took the sword and shield  
Then from my pain and prison you redeemed me  
I cried I called I sought you throu the field  
But Mansay that some better than esteemed me  
Appeird to me and told me you were gone  
Which made me weet my cheeks and sigh and moan.   

24.  
The Wizard then from murning me refrainde  
And told me you should saif return again  
For you pain cair and sorrow was ordained  
Whair throw you must to glory great attain  
So heavens decreit and so you must obey  
Thus said throw shaiples aer he went away.   

25  
His words renewed but somewhat eased my grief  
Still on I went over craigs & montanes hoar  
But hope but hap but help or but relief  
The wraith of heaven, ne'er satisfiet the more  
And to augment my cair my woe my strife  
I lived this base this poor this serueill life   

26.  
It was my chance when I had traveled long  
In forests wide some sheipherds for to find  
Whoes life content secure from fortunes wrong  
Would fite my cursed and haitfull days to end  
Wheir long I served in poor and mein degree  
Refused no pain while pain refused not me   

27.  
But Fortune still invying my estait  
And scorning this my blessed tho poor content  
Disdaining so I should escape her hait  
Not suffering death my shame woe grief prevent  
Nor pitted she my woe my cair my grief  
But pitied I should thus eshew mischief.   

28.  
One day as I my shaggy flock forth dreane  
From fold to grove to medewe and to plain  
Evandone Prince of Ephyre did persave  
Within whoes land thoes shipherds all remain  
By chance from sporthe come and me esteemed.  
More beautiful than in effect I seemed.   

29.  
And thither oft in times he did resort  
To thrall me chaste desire unto his will  
But I still cloyed with cares and vod of sport  
Denyit his suit and preisd to shun his ill  
But all in vain my travel was for nought  
Me 'gainst my will unto his court he brought.   

30  
Ane youth he was unmarried I confess  
And on my head would set his diadem  
But I whoes hairt one other did possess  
This spoke the dame unwarrs and bushd for shame  
And thus she turned her speech, from whom all love  
My cair my grief my sorrow did remove.   

31.  
When he perceived my resolution strong  
un moved nor vows, nor prayers could prevail  
He neids would have by force despite & wrong  
What he could not obtain by lovet ' assail  
And long he mewed me up from days sweet light  
In prison dark in voes eternal night.   

32.  
Nor could these wrongs his cruelty suffeize  
Nor could he pity puire unhappy me  
But in the sight of all the People's eyes  
He would bereave my spotless chastity  
Nor could words prayers sighs or tears him move  
To leave so foul so vild so filthy love.   

33.  
His vicious mind so odious had him made  
That all his Lords and people him detested  
Then would he have me bound upon a bed  
When on my kneiss this one thing I requested  
He would not suffer Rascals bind or bow me  
But his own hands yat honour would allow me.   

34.  
Wheirto he yields and I resolve to die  
Then called I thrice on sweit Penardos' Name  
Thus twice unwarrs her passion forth did fly  
Twice she her love bewrayed & tuyce thought shame  
O love true love for speeks she or be mute  
Her blush looks smyls or word bewrayt her suit.   

35.  
Yet love to hide that had so oft burst out  
Her eyes tuixt wraith and shame ●old brint and shynd  
At last this she excuse she casts about  
Quod she Thine aid would their have pleased my mind  
I wished the when the Tyrane did aspire  
To act his filthy foul and vile desire.   

36.  
His dagger then I quickly pulled a pair  
And ere he could himself of me relief  
I stobd his love but with his love his heart  
Wheir with the people cried O sad mischief  
Some in a rage me fouriouslie assailed  
But with the greater pairt my pairt prevailed.   

37.  
And thus began a fierce & cruel feght  
On at her side were killed hurt brusd or slain  
I pitied for my cause my died my right  
They murdered thus should masacred remane  
Wheirfor with gentle speech & pleasant words  
I both appeased their wraith & sheathed their swords.   

38  
When they be thought them on the tyrants deids  
His murders great when they to mind did call  
They praised heighe jove from whom their help proceid●  
To me they gave yair kingdom crown and all  
Which long for to enjoy I could not stay  
Whom angry fates and fortune called away.   

39  
I vowed yat' rest my body should not find  
Till I my country friends & parents kn●  
A governor their left I me behind  
Then forward on my journey did I go  
Long traveled I and money dangers past  
Till in this forest I arryud at last.   

40.  
Wheir while I lay my weary limbs to rest  
Beneath the umbrege of a spreading B●eche  
A virgin Nymphish lyk attyrt and dressed  
Presents to me this armour with this speech  
Arise Laissa now the time draws near  
Wherein thou must a knight no maid appeir.   

41.  
Mansay the send this armour sword and shield  
And their with bids the go to Buda strait  
Wheirby thy Fortune Heauns shall to ye yield  
By cunning slight by force and dreidfull feght  
Thou must that Knight from fire from death detain  
That the relieved from fire from blood from pain.   

42.  
As for thy Parents this he lets ye know  
Thou art sole Heir unto a mighty King  
Which tym and fate, and fortune shall ye sho  
And end to all thy grief cair sorrow bring  
But know thy heart's delight and greatest joy  
Shall be the greatest cause of thy annoy.   

43.  
This said the Nymph through shaples aer does glyd  
I fond myself well armed on every pairt  
And forduart fast my speedy steps I hied  
Me thought some fear assailt my pancing hairt  
Some fear of fortune ill mishap mischief  
Wheirat I tremblit shouk & quaked for grief.   

44.  
while thus I go tuix dreid woe hope and fear  
I met By happy chance a Palmer old  
Who did the matter all to me dcelair  
And how you slew stout A●galantes bold  
And though your name was changed yet we'll I knew  
Your deads' your valour show me it was you   

45.  
Then Argalantes Nephoy feigned I me  
To make you fry none other mein ay saw  
And to revel to you for you I die  
Then knew I we'll you all the truth would shaw  
So should you die I leive for to be sorry  
That Earth's object was saift & lost her glory.   

46.  
By this heavens' light Earth's comfort Darkness foe  
From our horisone Night did wairn to pass  
And like transparent crystal gave to sho  
The hemisphere or lyk bright azure glass  
Or lyk a demi-syluer-globe it lies  
Upon the earth earth seems to beir the skye●   

47.  
No sooner days fair coach man did appeir  
When as their talk was interrupt and stayit  
A 'noys of horse and chariots they did heir  
And suddanly they roise as half affrayit  
while as the sound drew near they did espy  
Some threttie Knights that galloped softly by,   

48.  
And round about a coach they seemed to ride  
That four whit fair and gallant coursers drew  
In which a lady sat who●s beauties pride  
Seemed to contend with bright Apollo's hue  
Yet throw her beauty looked forth proud disdain  
That show her mind displeasure did contain.   

49.  
Her crimson cheek leandon her snow white hand  
Her eyes loves fiery Comets seemed With child  
With tears which woe and anger did command.  
And rained down Tempest from her face so mild  
On her fair breist lyk diamonds whoes range  
Fired by her eyes in thousand colours cheange.   

50.  
Or like the rory dew in May that lies  
One snow white lilies and on purple roses  
So stands the Nectar drops stilled from her eyes  
Upon her rosy cheeks sweit beauties poses  
She breathed sweit balm whoes odour physic prove  
To purge gross sense & sharp dull wits for love.   

51.  
And war●one Cupid dalieed in her lap  
Snatching the crystal balls still as they fall  
And at Penardo throws, him to entrap  
Too we'll that crafty Cupid knew with all  
How to revenge Penardos' former wrong  
Which woefully he acted now ere long.   

52.  
O thou Penardo brave Penardo thou  
What dost thou think or whein on dost you gaize  
Heth love o'er cum the, has one made the bow  
Whoes hand o'er airmyes' goat the conquiring praise  
But O what hairt so hard or strong to keep  
But yields to love when beauty list to weep.   

53.  
And while he stood in this amaize he seis  
A simple Groom upon a galant-horse  
Who cries and sighs and weeps with watery eyes  
And follows still the ●raine with great remorse  
At him he would inquire and runs a paee  
Who in few words thus answered him Alace.   

54.  
Sire Knight if ere true pity pierced your hair●  
Or if the vow of knight hood you obey  
Relieve my Dame and ease her woeful smair●  
By cruel tyranes reft and brought away  
take this my horse and stay my ladies flight  
Thrice happy I if this succeid a right   

55.  
The hapless Prince no question more would crave  
But takes the horse and after them he ryds  
The wicked Groom that did him so deceive  
Was not a Groom but in that shape abides  
Fals Arebo so full of all disceat  
That sought his death & fall of his estate   

56.  
For when the Prince eskeaped Philenas' train  
Wairned be the Angel when he fled by night  
She would have murdered him for his disdain  
But finding he had saved himself by flight  
With Arebo consults for her revenge  
Who had devised this train fierce cruel strange.   

67.  
This gallant Lady whom the Prince had sein  
Was fair Olinda whom the fares ordained  
Fair cruel chaste & of all hearts the Queen  
Love bowed to her but she all love disdained  
o'er Macedon she regned whoes shaip by airt  
The wizard fraimed to work Penardos' smairt.   

58.  
Laissa oft required the Prince to stay  
Ti●l she with him the quarrel hade embraced,  
But he impatient of all delay  
Told herd he would return again in haist  
Yi● love made her unfit to follow fast  
Till wandering far she lost the way at last.   

59  
And wearied with her heavy armours weight  
Drowned in displeasure sorrows griefs and harms  
She traveled till the dark and dreid full night  
In folds the world within her lazy airmes  
Then rests she by a font▪ bevaills her state  
Her luck, her chance, her fortune, and her fate.   
FINIS.  
Heir ends the first book of the famous History of PENARDO and LAISSA.   

To the Author.  

NAture and art contending which should prove  
Most favoured of the muses did ordain  
Old Orphaeus their judge who brought his love  
From Pluto's kingdom and from hellish pain  
But he excused himself his works were torn  
And with, times rusly Canker clean outuorne.   

Yet Said that he would wish them to one uther  
Whoes lines could weal decyd their wrangling stryff  
And so thy brave Penardo did discover  
Wheirby aste seemed to be bereft of life  
Whilst thou her conqur'our to thy greater grace  
Mak'st art to nature evin in art give place.   

Then since thou'rt arts controller, nature's Child,  
Stirred up by virtue to encreass thy fame  
Leave not Layssa thus from love exyld  
For save thyself non dare attempt the same  
And as thou dost in us sweet thoughts Inspire  
So go thou one and we shall still admyte.