They fate to meat, and Satyrane his chance
Was her before, and Paridell befide;
But he himself fate looking ftill afcaunce,
Gainft Britomart, end ever clofely ey'd
Sir Satyrane, that glaunces might not glide:-
But his blind eye, that fided Paridell,
All his demeanure from his fight did hide:
On her fair face fo did he feed his fill,
And fent close meffages of love to her at will.
XXVIII.
And ever and anon, when none was ware,
With speaking looks, that clofe embassage bore,
He rov'd at her, and told his fecret care:
For all that art he learned had of yore.
Ne was fhe ignorant of that lewd lore,
But in his eye his meaning wifely read,
And with the like him anfwer'd evermore :
She fent at him one firy dart, whose head
Empoifned was with privy luft, and jealous dread.
XXIX.
Hefrom that deadly throw made no defence,
But to the wound his weak heart open'd wide;
The wicked engine through false influence
Paft through his eyes, and fecretly did glide
Into his heart, which it did forely gride.
But nothing new to him was that fame pain,
Ne pain at all; for he so oft had tride
The powre thereof, and lov'd fo oft in vain,
That thing of course he counted, love to entertain.
XXX.
Thence-forth to her he fought to intimate
His inward grief, by means to him well known ; Now Bacchus fruit out of the filver plate He on the table dafht, as overthrown, Or of the fruitful liquor overflown, And by the dancing bubbles did divine, Or therein write to let his love be fhown; Which well fhe read out of the learned line (A facrament profane in mystery of wine.)
And when-fo of his hand the pledge the raught,
The guilty cup fhe feigned to mistake,
And in her lap did fhed her idle draught,
Shewing defire her inward flame to flake:
By which clofe figns they fecret way did make
Unto their wills, and one eyes watch escape;
Two eyes him needeth, for to watch and wake,
Who Lovers will deceive. Thus was the ape,
By their fair handling, put into Malebecco's cape.
XXXII.
Now when of meats and drinks they had their fill,
Purpose was moved by that gentle Dame,
Unto thofe Knights adventurous, to tell
Of deeds of arms, which unto them became,
And every one his kindred, and his name.
Then Paridell (in whom a kindly pride
Of gracious fpeech, and skill his words to frame
Abounded) being glad of fo fit tide
Him to commend to her, thus fpake, of all well eyde.
XXXIII.
Troy that art now nought but an idle name,
And in thine ashes buried low doft lye,
Though whylome far much greater than thy fame,
Before that angry Gods, and cruel fky
Upon thee heapt a direful destiny;
What boots it boaft thy glorious defcent,
And fetcht from heaven thy great genealogy,
Sith all thy worthy praises being blent,
Their offspring hath embaft, and later glory fhent?
XXXIV.
Moft famous worthy of the world, by whom
That war was kindled, which did Troy inflame,
And ftately towres of Ilion whilome
Brought unto baleful ruin, was by name
Sir Paris, far renown'd through noble fame;
Who through great prowess and bold hardiness,
From Lacedæmon fetcht the fairest Dame
That ever Greece did boaft, or Knight poffefs,
Whom Venus to him gave for meed of worthiness.
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XXXV.
Fair Hellen, flowre of beauty excellent,
And girlond of the mighty conquerors,
That madeft many Ladies dear lament
The heavy lofs of their brave paramours,
Which they far off beheld from Trojan towres,
And faw the fields of fair Scamander ftrown
With carcaffes of noble warriours,
Whose fruitless lives were under furrow fown, And Xanthus fandy banks with blood all overflown. XXXVI.
From him, my linage I derive aright,
Who long before the ten years fiege of Troy,
Whiles yet on Ida he a fhepherd hight,
On fair Oenone got a lovely boy :
Whom for remembrance of her paffed joy,
She of his father, Parius did name;
Who, after Greeks did Priams realm destroy, Gath'red the Trojans reliques fav'd from flame, And with them failing thence, to th'Ifle of Paros came. XXXVII.
That was by him call'd Paros, which before
Hight Naufa: there he many years did reign,
And built Nauficle by the Pontick fhore;
The which he dying, left next in remain
To Paridas his Son.
From whom I Paridell by kin defcend;
But for fair Ladies love, and glories gain,
My native foil have left, my days to spend
In 'fueing deeds of arms, my lifes and labours end.
XXXVIII.
Whenas the noble Britomart heard tell
Of Trojan wars, and Priams city fackt
(The rueful ftory of Sir Paridell)
She was empaffiond at that pitious act,
With zealous envy of Greeks cruel fact,
Against that nation, from whofe race of old
She heard that fhe was lineally extract:
For noble Britons fprung from Trojans bold,
And Troynovant was built of old Troys afhes cold.
Then fighing foft awhile, at last she thus:
O lamentable fall of famous town!
Which reign'd fo many years victorious,
And of all Afia bore the foveraine crown,
In one fad night confum'd, and throwen down:
What ftony heart, that hears thy hapless fate,
Is not empierft with deep compaffion,
And makes enfample of mans wretched ftate,
That flowres fo fresh at morn, and fades at evening late.
XL.
Behold, Sir, how your pitiful complaint
Hath found another partner of your pain:
For nothing may imprefs fo dear constraint,
As countries caufe, and common foes difdain.
But if it fhould not grieve you back again
To turn your courfe, I would to hear defire
What to Æneas fell; fith that men sayn
He was not in the cities woeful fire
Confum'd, but did himself to safety retire.
XLI.
Anchyfes Son, begot of Venus fair,
Said he, out of the flames for fafeguard fled,
And with a remnant did to fea repair,
Where he through fatal error long was led
Full many years, and weetlefs wandered
From fhore to fhore, emongst the Lybick fands,
Ere rest he found. Much there he fuffered,
And many perils paft in foreign lands,
To fave his people fad from victors vengeful hands.
XLII.
At laft in Latium he did arrive,
Where he with cruel war was entertain'd
Of th❜inland folk, which fought him back to drive Till he with old Latinus was constrain'd
To contract wedlock (fo the Fates ordain'd.) Wedlock contract in blood, and eke in blood Accomplished, that many dear complain'd: The rival flain, the victor (through the flood Efcaped hardly) hardly prais'd his wedlock good.
Yet after all, he victor did furvive,
And with Latinus did the kingdom part.
But after, when both nations 'gan to ftrive,
Into their names the title to convart,
His fon Iülus did from thence depart,
With all the warlike youth of Trojans blood,
And in long Alba plac'd his throne apart,
Where fair it flourished, and long time stood,
Till Romulus renewing it, to Rome remov'd.
XLIV.
There, there, faid Britomart, afresh appear'd
The glory of the later world to fpring,
And Troy again out of her duft was rear'd,
To fit in fecond feat of foveraine King
Of all the world under her governing.
But a third kingdom yet is to arife,
Out of the Trojans fcattered offfpring
That in all glory and great enterprise,
Both first and fecond Troy fhall dare to equalife.
XLV.
It Troynovant is hight, that with the waves.
Of wealthy Thamis washed is along,
Upon whose stubborn neck (whereat he raves
With roaring rage, and fore himself does throng,
That all men fear to tempt his billows strong)
She faftned hath her foot, which stands fo high,
That it a wonder of the world is fong
In foreign lands; and all which paffen by, Beholding it from far, do think it threats the sky. XLVI.
The Trojan Brute did first that city found,
And Hygate made the meare thereof by weft,
And Overt-gate by north: that is the bound
Toward the land; two rivers bound the rest.
So huge a scope at firft him feemed best,
To be the compafs of his kingdoms feat:
So huge a mind could not in leffer reft,
Ne in imall mears contain his glory great,
That Albion had conquer'd first by warlike feat.
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