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But he was foul, ill-favoured, and grim,
: Under his eye-brows looking still afcance;
And ever as Disemblance laught on him,
He lour'd on her with dangerous eye-glance ;
Shewing his nature in his countenance;
His rolling eyes did never rest in place,
But walkt each where, for fear of hid mischance,
Holding a lattice still before his face,
Through which he still did peep, as forward he did
pace. XVI. Next him went Grief, and Fury matcht yfere;
Grief all in sable forrowfully clad,
Down hanging his dull head with heavy chear,
Yet inly being more than seeming sad:
A pair of pincers in his hand he had,
With which he pinched people to the heart,
That from thenceforth a wretched life they lad,
In wilful langour and consuming smart,
Dying each day with inward wounds of dolours dart.
But Fury was full ill apparelled
In rags, that naked nigh she did appear,
With ghastly looks and dreadful drerihed;
For from her back her garments she did tear,
And from her head oft rent her snarled hair:
In her right hand a fire-brand she did toss
About her head, still roaming here and there;
As a dismayed Deer in chace emboft,
Forgetful of his fafety, hath his right way lost.
After them, went Displeasure and Pleasance ;
He looking lumpish and full fullen sad,
And hanging down his heavy countenance ;
She chearful fresh and full of joyance glad,
As if no forrow she ne felt, ne drad ;
That evil matched pair they seem'd to be :
*An angry Wasp th’one in a vial had :
Th'other in hers an hony-lady Bee;
Thus marched thele six couples forth in fair degree.
After all these, there marcht a most fair Dame,
Led of two grislie villains, th' one Despight,
The other cleped Cruelty by name:
She doleful Lady, like a dreary spright,
Calld by strong charms out of eternal night,
Had deaths own image figur'd in her face,
Full of fad signs, fearful to living fight;
Yet in that horrour shew'd a seemly grace, And with her feeble feet did move a comely pace
Her breast all naked, as neat ivory,
Without adorn of gold or silver bright,
Wherewith the craftsman wonts it beautifie,
Of her due honour was despoiled quight,
And a wide wound therein (O rueful sight!)
Entrenched deep with knife accursed keen,
Yet freshly bleeding forth her fainting spright
(The work of cruel hand) was to be seen, That dy'd in sanguine red her skin all snowy clean.
At that wide orifice, her trembling heart
Was drawn forth, and in silver basin layd,
Quite through transfixed with a deadly dart,
And in her blood yet steaming fresh embay'd:
And those two villains which her steps upstayd,
When her weak feet could scarcely her sustain,
And fading vital powers 'gan to fade,
Her forward still with torture did constrain,
And evermore encreased her consuming pain.
Next after her, the winged God himself
Came riding on a Lyon ravenous,
Taught to obey the menage of that Elf,
That man and beast with powre imperious
Subdueth to his kingdom tyrannous :
His blindfold eyes he bade a while unbind,
That his proud spoil of that same dolorous
Fair Dame he might behold in perfect kind; Which seen, he much rejoyced in his cruel mind
Of which full proud, himfelf up-rearing high,
He looked round about with ftern disdain;
And did survey his goodly company :
And marshalling the evil order'd train, li
With that the darts which his right hand did ftrain,
Full dreadfully he shook that all did quake,
And clapt on high his colour's wingës twain,
That all his many it afraid did make :.
Tho blinding him again, his way he forth did take.
Behind him was Reproacb, Repentance, Sheme;
Reproach the first, Shame next, Repent behind:
Repentance feeble, sorrowful and lame:
Reproach dispightful, careless, and unkind;
Shame moft ill-favour'd, bestial, and blind :
Shame lour'd, Repentance figh’d, Reproach did scold;
Reproach sharp ftings, Repentance whips entwin'd,
Shame burning brond-irons in her hand did hold: All three to each unlike, yet all made in one mould.
And after them a rude confufed rout
Of perfonis flockt, whose names is hard to read :
Emongst them was stern Strife, and Anger ftout,
Unquiet Care, and fond Unthriftyhead,
Lewd Loss of Time, and Sorrow seeming dead,
Inconstant Change, and false Disloyalty,
Consuming Riotise, and guilty Dread
Of heavenly vengeance, faint Infirmity,
Vile Poverty, and lastly Death with infamy.
There were full mar
many more like maladies,
Whose names and natures I no'te readen well
So many more, as there be fantasies
In wavring womens wit, that none can tell,
Or pains in Love, or punishments in hell ;
All which disguised marcht in masking wise,
About the chamber by that Damozell,
And then returned (having marched thrice)
Into the inner room from whence they first did rise.
So soon as they were in, the door streightway
Fast locked, driven with that stormy bláft, .
Which first it open'd; and bore all away.
Then the brave maid, which all this while was plast,
In facret shade, and saw both first and last,
Issued forth, and went unto the dore,
To enter in, but found it locked fast:
In vain she thought with rigorous uprore
For to efforce, when charms had closed it afore.
Where force might not avail, there Neights and art
She cast to use, both fit for hard emprise;
Forthy, from that same room not to depart
Till morrow next, she did herself avife,
When that fame mask again should forth arise.
The morrow next appear'd with joyous chear,
Calling men to their daily exercise;
Then The, as morrow fresh, herself did rear
Out of her secret stand, that day for to outwear;
All that day she outwore in wandering,
And gazing on that chambers ornament,
Till that again the second evening
Her cover'd with her sable vestiment,
Wherewith the world's fair beauty she hath blent :
Then when the second watch was almost paft,
That brazen door flew open, and in went
Bold Britomart, as she had late forecast,
Neither of idle shews, nor of false charms aghaft.
So soon as she was entred, round about
She cast her eyes, to see what was become
Of ail those persons, which the faw without :
But lo, they straight were vanisht all and some,
Ne living wight fhe faw in all that room,
Save that same woeful Lady; both whose hands
Were bounden fast, that did her ill become,
And her small waist girt round with iron bands,
Unto a brazen pillour, by the which she stands.
And her before, the vile Enchanter sate,
Figuring ftrange characters of his art :
With living blood he those characters wrote,
Dreadfully dropping from her dying heart,
Seeming transfixed with a cruel dart';
And all perforce to make her him to love.
Ah! who can love the worker of her smart ?
A thousand charms he formerly did prove;
Yet thousand charms could not her stedfast heart remove,
Soon as that virgin-Knight he saw in place,
His wicked books in haste he overthrew,
Not caring his long labours to deface;
And fiercely running to that Lady true,
A murd'rous knife out of his pocket drew;
The which he thought, for villainous despight;
In her tormented body to embrue :
But the stout damzel to him leaping light,
His cursed hand withheld, and maistered his might.
From her, to whom his fury first he meant,
The wicked weapon rashly he did wrest;
And turning to her self his fell intent,
Unwares it strook into her snowy chest,
That little drops empurpled her fair breaft.
Exceeding wroth therewith the virgin grew,
Albe the wound were nothing deep impreft,
And fiercely forth her mortal blade she drew,
To give him the reward for such vile outrage due.
mightily she smote him, that to ground
He fell half dead; next stroke him should have slain,
Had not the Lady which by him stood bound,
Dernly unto her called to abstain,
From doing him to dye. For else her pain
Should be remediless, sith none but he,
Which wrought it, could the same recure again.
Therewith the staid her hand loth staid to be ;
For life she him envy'd, and long'd revenge to see i