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Much fairer than the former, was that room,

And richlier by many parts array'd :
For not with arras made in painful loom,
But with pure gold, it all was overlayd,
Wrought with wild anticks, which their follies plaid,
In the rich metal, as they living were :
A thousand monstrous forms therein were made,

Such as false Love doth oft upon him wear.
For Love in thousand monstrous forins doth oft appear.

And all about, the glistring walls were hong

With warlike spoils, and with victorious preys
Of mighty conquerours and captains strong,
Which were whylome captived in their days
To cruel love, and wrought their own decays :
Their swords and spears were broke,and hauberques rent,
And their proud girlonds of triumphant bays

Trodden in duft with fury insolent,
To shew the victors might and merciless intent.

The warlike maid, beholding earnestly

The goodly ordinance of this rich place,
Did greatly wonder, ne could satisfy
Her greedy eyes with gazing, a long space :
But more she marvail'd, that no footings trace,
Nor wight appear'd, but wasteful emptiness,
And solemn silence over all that place :
Strange thing it seem'd that none was to possess
So rich purveyance, ne them keep with carefulness.

And as the looke about, she did behold

How over that same door was likewise writ,
Be bold, Be bold, and every where Be bold;
That much she muz'd, yet could not construe it
By any ridling skill, or common wit.
At last lhe spide, at that rooms upper end,
Another iron door, on which was writ

Be not too bold; wheręto though she did bend
Her carnest mind, yet wist not what it might intend.

Thus there she waited until even-tide,

Yet living creature none she saw appear :
And now sad shadows 'gan the world to hide,
From mortal view, and wrap in darkness drear;
Yet n'ould lhe doff her weary arms, for fear
Of secret danger, ne let Neep oppress
Her heavy eyes with natures burden dear,

But drew herself aside in sickerness,
And her well-pointed weapons did about her dress.


The Mask of Cupid, and th'enchanted

Chamber are displayd ;
Whence Britomart redeemes fair

Amoret, through charms decay'd.

The whenas chearless night ycovred had

That every wight, dismay'd with darkness fad,
In silence and in neep themselves did shroud,
She heard a fhrilling trumpet sound aloud,
Sign of nigh battle, or got victory;
Nought therewith daunted was her courage proud,

But rather stir'd to cruel enmity,
Expecting ever, when some foe she might descry.

With that, an hideous storm of wind arose,

With dreadful thunder and lightning atwixt,
And an earth-quake, as if it streight would loose
The worlds foundations from his centre fixt,
A direful stench of smoak and sulphur mixt
Ensu’d, whose noyance fill'd the fearful sted,
From the fourth hour of night until the sixt;

Yet the bold Britoness was nought ydred,
Though much emmov'd, but stedfast still persevered.

All suddainly a stormy whirlwind blew

Throughout the house, that clapped every dore :
With which, that iron wicket open flew,
As it with mighty levers had been tore :
And forth issu’d, as on the ready Aore
Of some theatre, a grave personage,
That in his hand a branch of Laurel bore,

With comely haviour and count'nance sage,
Yclad in costly garments fit for tragick stage.

Proceeding to the midst, he still did stand,

As if in mind he somewhat had to say ;
And to the vulgar beckning with his hand,
In sign of silence as to hear a play,
By lively actions he 'gan bewray
Some argument of matter passioned ;
Which doen, he back retired soft away;

And passing by, his name discovered,
Ease, on his robe in golden letters cyphered.

The noble maid, still standing, all this view'd,

And marvail'd at his strange intendiment.
With that, a joyous fellowship iflu'd
Of minstrels, making goodly merriment,
With wanton Bards, and rhimers impudent ;
All which together fung full chearfully
A lay of loves delight, with sweet concent:

After whom, marcht a jolly company,
In manner of a mask, enranged orderly.

The whiles a most delicious harmony,

In full strange notes was sweetly heard to sound,
That the rare sweetness of the melody
The feeble senses wholly did confound,
And the frail soul in deep delight nigh drown'd:
And when it ceaft shrill trumpets loud did bray,
That their report did far away rebound,

And when they ceast, it ’gan again to play,
The whiles the markers marched forth in trim array. .

The first was Fancy, like a lovely boy,

Of rare aspect, and beauty without peer ;
Matchable either to that imp of Troy,
Whom Jove did love, and chose his cup to bear,
Or that same dainty Lad, which was fo dear
To great Alcides, that whenas he dy'd,
He wailed woman-like with many a tear,

And every wood and every valley wide
He fill'd with Hylas name ; the Nymphs eke Hylas cry'd

His garment neither was of filk nor say,

But painted plumes, in goodly order dight,
Like as the sun-burnt Indians do

Their tawny bodies, in their proudest plight:
As those fame plumes, fo seem'd he vain and light,
That by his gate might easily appear;
For still he far'd as dancing in delight,

And in his hand a windy fan did bear,
That in the idle air he mov'd still here and there.

And him beside marcht amorous Desire,

Who seem'd of riper years than th'other fwain
Yet was that other swain this elders fire,
And gave him being, common to them twain :
His garment was disguised very vain,
And his embroidred bonnet fat awry;
Twixt both his hands few sparks he close did strain,

Which still he blew, and kindled busily,
That soon they life conceiv'd, and forth in flames did Ay.

Next after him went Doubt, who was yclad

In a discolour'd coat, of strange disguise,
That at his back a broad capuccio had,
And Neeves dependant Albanese-wise :
He lookt askew with his mistrustfull eyes,
And nicely trode, as thorns lay in his way,
Or that the fore to shrink he did avise,

And on a broken reed he still did stay
His feeble steps, which shrunk, when hard thereon he lay.

With him went Danger, cloth’d in ragged weed,

Made of Bears skin, that him more dreadfull made :
Yer his own face was dreadful, ne did need
Strange horrour, to deform his grielly shade;
A net in th’one hand, and a rusty blade
In th’other was: this mischief, that mishap;
With thione his foes he threatned to invade,

With th'other he his friends meant to enwrap;
For whom he could not kill, he practiz’d to entrap:

Next him was Fear, all arm'd from top to toe,

Yet thought himself not safe enough thereby,
But feard each fhadow moving to and fro:
And his own arms when glittering he did spy,
Or clashing heard, he fast away did fly,
As ashes“ pale of hue, and wingy heeld ;
And evermore on Danger fixt his eye,

Gainst whom he always bent a brazen shield,
Which his righe hand unarmed fearfully did wield,

With him went Hope in rank; a handsome maid,

Of chearful look, and lovely to behold;
In.silken samice she was light arrayd,
And her fair locks were woven up in gold;
She always smild, and in her hand did hold
An holy water-sprinkle, dipt in dew,
With which she sprinkled favours manifold,

On whom she lift, and did great liking shew;
Great liking unto many, but true love to few.

And after them Dissemblance and Suspect

Marche in one rank, yet an unequal pair :
For she was gentle and of mild aspect,
Courteous to all, and seeming debonair,
Goodly adorned, and exceeding fair :
Yet was that all but painted, and purloind,
And her bright brows were deckt with borrow'd hair,

Her deeds were forged, and her words faise coind, And always in her hand two clews of silk she twind.

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