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 TASSO'S 
 'GODFREY OF BVLLOIGNE.' 
 
 (FIVE CANTOS.) 
 
 TRANSLATED BY 
 
 RICHARD CAREW, ESQ. 
 (i594-) 
 
 EDITED, WITH INTRODUCTION AND NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS, 
 
 BY THE 
 
 REV. ALEXANDER B. GROSART, LL.D., F.S.A 
 
 St. George's, Blackburn, Lancashire. 
 
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 TASSO'S 
 'GODFREY OF BVLLOIGNE.' 
 
 (FIVE CANTOS.) 
 
 TRANSLATED BY 
 
 RICHARD CAREW, ESQ. 
 (I594-) 
 
 EDITED, WITH INTRODUCTION AND NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS, 
 
 BY THE 
 
 REV. ALEXANDER B. GROSART, LL.D., F.S.A., 
 
 St. George's, Blackburn, Lancashire. 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 THe present translation of a portion of Tasso's great 
 poem, bears on its title-page the initials only, ' R. C ; 
 but the accepted bibliographic tradition is that these repre- 
 sented 
 
 fttdjatfj £areto of &tttome, 
 
 in Cornwall. Certes his translation of HUARTE (Examina- 
 tion of Mens Wit) of 1596, has only similarly ' R. C./ and so 
 the Epistle-dedicatory. I turned expectantly to Lord de 
 Dunstanville's edition of Carew's acknowledged Survey of 
 Cornwall (4to, 1 8 1 1) ; but the " Life of Richard Carew, Esq., 
 of Ant07iie. By Hugh • * • • Esq.," gives no light on the 
 1 Tasso,' is utterly ignorant of it as of nearly everything else. 
 Nor does the noble Editor himself add a single scintilla. 
 Anthony a Wood blunders un-characteristically in his small 
 ' Memoir' in Athena — confounding father and son — and 
 neither in him have we certainty on the ' Tasso.' * The 
 present proprieter of 'Anthony ' — representative of the an- 
 cient family of Carew — informs me that there are no MSS. 
 there now, the family papers having probably perished when 
 a Carew was seized by the Parliament in 1645. No one, so 
 far as I can learn — spite of this shadow of uncertainty — 
 has ever claimed another owner for the initials R. C. than 
 Richard Carew of ' Anthonie.' And so it may be accepted 
 that to the erudite if somewhat over-stately Typographer 
 of Cornwall, we are indebted for the first attempt to make 
 ' Seign. Torquato Tasso ' " speak English." 
 
 This Richard Carew was born at East Anthony in 1555. 
 He was son of Thomas Carew by Elizabeth his wife, daugh- 
 ter of Sir Richard Edgecombe. He was sent to Oxford in 
 
 * Wood objects to the statement that our Carew travelled, &c., on the ground 
 that Charles Fitzgeffrey in an Epigram speaks of him as not having been before 
 out of England. But it is to his son the Epigram is addressed — "Ad Richard- 
 um Caraeum Ri. Filium e Galiis reducem." 
 
vi Introduction. 
 
 1 566 as a ' gentleman-commoner' of Christ Church, and had 
 his 'chambers' at Broadgate Hall. In 1569 he held — as 
 was the mode — a public 'Disputation' before the Earls of 
 Leicester and Warwick. His opponent was no less than 
 Sir Philip Sidney. Of this H * * * * (as before) says : 
 
 "Si quseritis hujus 
 Fortunam pugnse, non est superatus ab illo. 
 Ask you the end of this contest ? 
 They neither had the better, both the best." (p. x.) 
 
 In 1570 he removed to the Inner Temple. As before at 
 the University, so in town, he resumed ' acquaintance ' with 
 William Camden — who later lauded his ' Survay,' and in- 
 deed enforced its publication — Spelman, and others. He 
 was resident three years in the Temple. He then pro- 
 ceeded abroad — probably in the service of his country over 
 and above the usual 'tour.' In 1577, he married Juliana 
 Arundel, a Cotsworth. He was J. P. in 1581 and Sheriff in 
 1586 and 'King's Deputy for the Militia.' In 1598 he be- 
 came a member of the precursor of our present illustrious 
 Society of Antiquaries. Altogether — and judging from 
 the engraved portrait in Lord de Dunstanville's edition of 
 the ' Survay' (as before) — he seems to have been a capital 
 specimen of the " fine old English gentlemen " — somewhat 
 pedantic, and, as already noted, over-stately, but cultured, 
 bookish, patriotic. He won the 'proud praise ' of Sir Henry 
 Spelman (in Epistle before his 'Tithes') and — as seen — of 
 Camden. His ' Survay ' was dedicated in a fine Epistle to 
 his great 'kinsman' Raleigh. He died 6th November, 
 
 1620. In Camdeni Epistolce (p. 106) appears a 
 
 memorial-inscription for him. A noble 'tomb' was erected 
 over his dust. 
 
 With regard to the translation of Tasso now ' after so long 
 a time' reproduced in response to many requests (led off by 
 James Crossley,Esq.,F.S.A., Manchester, clarum et venerabile 
 nomeji), it cannot for one moment compare with Edward 
 Fairfax's full translation (or transfusion). It lacks the 
 
Introduction. vii 
 
 imaginative light, the inner melody, the richness of unerring 
 epithet, the quaint grandeur of the great folio, that holds 
 its own even beside George Chapman's Homer. But it has 
 its own merits. The fourth canto has a rugged gnarled 
 strength about it in its portraitures of the occupant of the 
 'burning throne' that inevitably arrests attention. If now 
 and again even in the most successful places you draw a 
 long breath in the sense of grotesque escaped just by a 
 hair's breadth (and that's only the breadth of a hair), you 
 equally now and again recognize that lines and bits might 
 have come bodily from Richard Crashaw at his best or 
 from Phineas Fletcher in his own English of the Locustes. 
 The translator's desire to keep close to the original gives us 
 English words but Italian constructions so as to obscure the 
 meaning and practically render ungrammatical. 
 
 It may not be deemed superfluous to note a few of the 
 fineliest touched things in this early translation, from begin- 
 ning to close — a few out of many that the sympathetic 
 student will discover. 
 
 In the outset I bring together the two opening stanzas 
 from our Worthy and from Fairfax, to shew that the greater 
 and later had not disdained to read his predecessor : 
 
 I fing the godly armes, and that Chieftaine, 
 
 Who great Sepulchre of our Lord did free, 
 
 Much with his hande, much wrought he with his braine : 
 
 Much in his glorious conqueft fuffred hee : 
 
 And hell in vaine hit felfe oppofde, in vaine 
 
 The mixed troopes AJUat and Libick flee 
 
 To armes, for heauen him fauour'd, and he drew 
 To facred enfignes his ftraid mates anew. 
 
 O Mztfe, thou that thy head not compaffefl, 
 With fading bayes, which Helicon doth beare : 
 But boue in skyes, amids the Quyers blefl, 
 Dofl golden crowne of ftarres immortall weare, 
 Celeftiall flames breath thou into my breft, 
 Enlighten thou my Song, and pardon where, 
 I fainings weaue with truth, and verfe with art, 
 Of pleafings deckt, wherein thou haft no part. 
 
 (st. I, 2> p. 5.) 
 B 
 
viii Introduction. 
 
 Fairfax. 
 
 The sacred Armies, and the godly Knight 
 That the great Sepulcher of Christ did free, 
 I sing ; much wrought his valour and foresight, 
 And in that glorious warre much suffred he : 
 In vaine gainst him did hell oppose her might, 
 In vaine the Turkes and Morians armed be, 
 His souldiers wilde (to braules and mutines prest) 
 Reduced he to peace, so heau'n him blest. 
 
 O heauenly Muse, that not with fading baies 
 Deckest thy brow by th' Heliconian spring, 
 But sittest crown'd with starres immortal raies, 
 In heauen where legions of bright Angels sing, 
 Inspire life in my wit, my thoughts vpraise, 
 My verse ennoble, and forgiue the thing, 
 If fictions hight I mix with truth diuine, 
 And fill these lines with other praise than thine. 
 
 (2nd ed. 1624.) 
 
 The description of Gabriel and his swift setting out for 
 earth, is not without dainty touches, as thus : 
 
 So fpake he : Gabriel himfelfe addreft, 
 Swift to performe the things in charge he takes, 
 His fhape vnfeene, with aire he doth inueft, 
 And vnto mortall fence hit fubiect makes, 
 Mans lims, mans looke, t'apparence he poffeft, 
 Which yet celeftiall maieftie pertakes : 
 
 Twixt youth and childhood bounded feeme his dayes, 
 His golden lockes he doth adorne with rayes. 
 
 He puts on filuer wings, yfrendg'de with gold, 
 Wearileffe nymble, of moft plyant fway, 
 With thefe he partes the winds, and clouds, and hold 
 Doth flight with thefe aloft the earth and fea : 
 Attyred thus, to worlds lower mould, 
 This meffenger of skyes directes his way : 
 On Liban mountaine hou'ring firfl he ftayd, 
 And twixt his egall wings himfelfe he wayd. = equall. 
 
 (st. 3, 4, p. 8.) 
 
 Onward — the flight of the angel-messenger is far more 
 vividly described by 
 
 Plump downe directly leuels he his flight, (st. I, p. 9.) 
 
Introduction. ix 
 
 than by Fairfax's 
 
 Swiftly sped . . . . with headlong flight. (st. 15.) 
 
 Another word-portrait attracts us : 
 
 What can there not be learned in fchooles of loue ? 
 There was fhe taught to waxe a warrier bolde: 
 To his dear fide ftill cleaues fhe, and aboue 
 One deftiny, his and her life doth holde : 
 No blow that hurts but one, they euer proue, 
 But ech wounds fmart encreaft is doublefold, 
 And oft the one is hit, the other playnes, 
 Tone bleedes at foule, the tother at the vaynes. 
 
 But youth Rinaldo farre furpaffeth thefe, 
 And paffeth all that to the mufter went, 
 Mod fweetly fierce, vp mould you fee him rayfe 
 His royall looke and all lookes on it fpent : 
 He hope oregoes, he ouergrowes his dayes, 
 When bud was thought but bloome, out fruit he fent : 
 To fuch as armes him thundring faw embrace, 
 Mars he did feeme : Loue, if he fhew'd his face. 
 
 (st. 3, 4, p. 19.) 
 
 Occasionally lines and couplets linger in the ear, e.g. : 
 
 Where Chrifl for mortall man bear mortall woe. 
 
 So gentle feemd a while, the Snakifh brood, 
 That to his fierceneffe turnes as Sommer neares. 
 
 But wayward bewtie, wayward hart to moue 
 Semes farre vnfit, kindnes is bait of love. 
 
 Mod noble lye, when fo embellifhed. 
 
 And her faire face is taynted with a hew 
 That doth not palenefle, but a whitenefte fhew. 
 
 So loue not louing loued he alas. 
 
 Yet more bemones her that no mone doth make. 
 
 The Sea whom ech at plaints, and prayers findes, 
 
 Still deafe, fole heres it you? fole you obeyes? (p. 47.) 
 
 And her beguiled lockes this flighteft wound, 
 
 With fome few drops, fuch wife betainted red 
 
 As gold grows ruddie, which (fome rubyes ground 
 
 By skilfull workemen fet) doth fparkles died. (p. 60.) 
 
 (p. 25.) 
 
 (p. 26.) 
 
 (p. 33.) 
 
 (p. 33-) 
 
 (p. 34.) 
 
 (P. 35.) 
 
 (P- 39.) 
 
Introduction. 
 
 Regnold fhapt fairefl, nobleft couraged, 
 
 Fore-runnes them all, lightning takes flower flight (p. 62. ) 
 
 An yron fleepe, and hardeft quiet took. (p. 64.) 
 
 The husband Elmes, to which the vine fometimes 
 
 Leanes, and with wrythed foot to heauen climes. (p. 71.) 
 
 Afrayd I was eu'n to difclofe my feare. (p. 85.) 
 
 Yet again a maiden-portrait wins us : 
 
 This maide alone through preace of vulgar went, 
 Bewty flie couers not, nor fets to fight, 
 Shadow'd her eyes, in vale her bodie pent, 
 With manner coy, yet coy in noble plight : 
 I note where car'de, or careleffe ornament, 
 Where chance, or art her fairefl countnance dight. 
 
 Friended by heau'ns, by nature, and by loue, 
 
 Her meere neglects mofl artificiall proue. 
 
 (st. 4, p. 32.) 
 
 There is a rather noticeable night-picture : 
 
 Now was it night, when in deepe reft enrold 
 Are waues & windes, and mute the world doth fhow, 
 Weari'd the beafts, and thofe that bottome hold, 
 Of billow'd Sea, and of moyfl ftreames that flow, 
 And who are lodgde in caue, or pend in fold, 
 And painted flyers in obliuion low, 
 Vnder their fecret horrours filenced, 
 Stilled their cares, and their harts fuppelled. 
 
 (st. 2, p. 52.) 
 
 Cf. Fairfax again 
 
 Now spread the night her spangled canopie 
 And summon'd euery restlesse eye to sleepe : 
 On beds of tender grasse the beasts down lie, 
 The fishes slumbred in the silent deepe, 
 Vnheard was serpent's hisse, and dragon's crie, 
 Birds left to sing, and Philomen to weepe, 
 
 Onely that noise heaun's rolling circles kest, 
 
 Sung lullabie, to bring the world to rest. 
 
 (B. II. st. 96.) 
 
 Carew is somewhat formless and elliptical, yet for myself 
 he conveys better the restfulness of the night. 
 
Introduction. 
 
 XI 
 
 Surely the closing line in the following stanza is remark- 
 able in its involute prolongation of the imitative sound ? It 
 certainly surpasses Fairfax's : 
 
 The hoarse sea waues rore hollow rocks betwixt. 
 
 Lowe accents, filent words, broken fobbings, 
 And fearefull fighings of this warlike rout, 
 Mingling at once both ioyes and forrowings, 
 A murmur make, whirle in the aire about, 
 As in thicke forrefts heard are foft whiftlings, 
 When through the bowes the wind breathes calmely out : 
 Or as amongft the rockes, or neere the more, 
 The driuen waue doth hifte and hoarfely rore. 
 
 (st. 3, p. 54.) 
 
 I would now give a larger and noticeable passage of 
 1 Clorinda ' : 
 
 Tancreds affault this while Clorinda plyes 
 T'encounter, and in reft her Launce beftowes : 
 Ech t'other beauer hits, the fplints to skyes 
 Vp ftart, and fhe in part difarmed fhowes : 
 For buckles broke, foorthwith the Helmet flyes 
 From off her head, (a blow whence wonder growes) 
 And golden lockes vnto the wind difplayd, 
 She midft the field appeares a youthly mayd. 
 
 Her eyes do flam, her lookes do lighten bright, 
 Sweete eu'n in wrath, in laughter then what grace 
 They hold ? Tattered whereon thinkft thou ? thy fight 
 Where bendft thou ? knowft thou not this noble face ? 
 This is that vifage faire whence thou in light 
 Flames burnft, thy hart (her pictures fhrine) the cafe 
 
 Can fhow, this fame is fhe whom quenching thirft 
 
 At folitarie fpring thou fa weft firft. 
 
 He that of painted fhield, and of her creft 
 Tooke earft no keepe, now feeing her doth grow 
 A ftone, fhe bared head couers, as bed 
 She may, and him affayles, he gets her fro, 
 And fell blade whirling makes againft the reft, 
 Yet at her hand peace cannot purchafe fo : 
 
 But threatfull him purfewes, and turn fhe cries, 
 And to deathes twaine at once fhe him defies. 
 
 Stroken this Knight, no ftrokes againe replyes, 
 Nor fo from fword himfelfe to guard attends, 
 
xii Introdtution. 
 
 As to regard her cheekes and faireft eyes, 
 From whence his bow, Loue unefchewed bends, 
 T'himfelfe he fayes, ech blow vnharmefull dyes, 
 Which force of her right hand (though armed) lends, 
 But neuer blow from her faire naked face 
 Falles vaine, but in my heart findes lighting place. 
 
 (st. 2, p. 58. to st. I, p. 59. ) 
 
 We have now reached the ' fourth Song,' and as already 
 stated, it shews Carew at his best as it does Tasso himself. 
 I will not — though sorely tempted — glean "brave trans- 
 lunary things " from it, but send the Reader thither. Some 
 of the epithets seem to me inestimable. I limit myself to 
 one passage containing the portrait of the sorcerer's beauty : 
 
 Within few dayes this Dame her iourney ends, 
 There where the Frankes their large pauillions fpred, 
 Whofe bewtie rare at his apparence lends, 
 Babling to tongues and eyes a gazing led : 
 As when lome Starre or Comete ftrange afcends, 
 And in cleere day through sky his beanies doth flied : 
 They flocke in plumps this pilgrim faire to vew, 
 And to be wizde what caufe her thither drew. 
 
 Not Atgos, Cyprus, Delos ere prefent, 
 Paternes of lhape, or bewtie could fo deere, 
 Gold are her lockes, which in white fhadow pent, 
 Eft do but glimpfe, eft all difclofde appeare, 
 As when new clenfde we fee the element, 
 Sometimes the Sun fhines through white cloud vncleere, 
 Sometimes fr5 cloud out gone his raies more bright 
 He (heads abroad, dubling of day the light. 
 
 The winde new crifples makes in her loofe haire, 
 
 Which nature felfe to waues recrifpelled, 
 
 Her fparing looke a coy regard doth beare, 
 
 And loues treafures, and hers vp wympelled, 
 
 Sweet Rofes colour in that vifage faire, 
 
 With yuorie is fperft and mingelled, 
 
 But in her mouth whence breath of loue out goes, 
 Ruddy alone and fingle bloomes the Rofe. 
 
 (st. 1, 2, 3, p. 80.) 
 
 (Cf. also p. 96, st. 1-3). 
 
Introduction. xiii 
 
 In Notes and Illustrations, at the close, a considerable 
 number of rare words are recorded, some of them furnishing 
 excellent examples for the great Dictionary of English of 
 the Future. Altogether for what it is — as shewn in the 
 quotations — intrinsically, and for its relation to Fairfax's 
 and to the enrichment of our earlier literature by transla- 
 tions, I count on it that all will deem Carew's ' Tasso ' an 
 interesting addition to these Occasional Issues. I would 
 notify one luckless misprint at page 108, st. 3, 1. 8, 'Is' for 
 <I n ' — a correction easily made 'an' it please thee gentle 
 
 Reader.' 
 
 ALEXANDER B. GROSART. 
 
 St. George's Vestry. 
 
 Blackburn, Lancashire, 
 2$t/i May, 1 88 1. 
 
 NOTE. 
 
 On p. 12, 1. 29, occurs the phrase ' I geffe' — and I gladly 
 avail myself of Dr. M. Scheie de Vere's note in his Ameri- 
 canisms : The English of the Neiv World (New York, 1872), 
 on it — "There is, probably, no word in the Dictionary, that 
 has given more occasion to animated discussion than this. 
 Quoted almost by every writer in America as one of the 
 most obtrusive and repulsive Americanisms, considerable 
 pains has been taken to prove its English orthodoxy. There 
 is no lack of evidence that the word has been in England 
 from time immemorial, and by the best writers, in precisely 
 the same sense in which it is now employed by Yankees. 
 Selden, in one of his notes to Polyolbian [jzV.^Poly-Olbion] 
 as quoted by J. R. Lowell, writes : ' The first inventor of 
 them (I guess you dislike not the addition) was one Berthold 
 Swartz/ Spenser says, 'Amylia will be lov'd as I mote 
 ghesse! {Faery Queen, Bk. iii, c. viii, v. 57.) 'If I were, I 
 might find more cause, I guess, than your mistress has given 
 
xiv Introduction. 
 
 your master here.' (Vanburgh, The Mistake, act i, sc. i.) 
 Chaucer sings : 
 
 ' Her yellow hair was braided in a tress, 
 Behind her back, a yard long, I guess.' — {Heroine.) 
 
 * He whose design it is to excel in English poetry would 
 not, I guess, think that way if it was to make his first essay 
 in Latin verse.' (Locke) ; and Milton says : ' Already by 
 thy reasoning this I guess! {Paradise Lost, viii.) " The 
 only difference between the English and the American use 
 of the word is, probably, that the former denotes a fair, 
 candid guess, while the Yankee who guesses is apt to be 
 quite sure of what he professes to doubt. As he only 
 calculates when he has already solved his problem, so he 
 also guesses when he has made sure of his fact. " I guess I 
 do," is with him an expression of confident certainty. He 
 is, however, quite as prone to go to the other extreme and 
 to use the word without any other meaning than mere 
 11 thinking," as when he says, " I guess he is well," or, " I 
 guess I won't go to-day." (pp. 482-3.) All this does not 
 affect the simple matter-of-fact that the way ' / guess ' is 
 used in America is a ' repulsive vulgarism,' especially 
 drawled through the nose as it is. Scores of once ■ gentle - 
 and fine English-born words and constructions have been 
 thus degraded and soiled in America. It is no vindication 
 of your boor that he can trace his ancestry to bluest of 
 blue blood. As a spoken language, English in America is 
 perpetually deteriorating, whilst the pronunciation, as a 
 rule, is trying to Englishmen. I must crave pardon for 
 this indictment of the mighty Republic's English. — G, 
 
GODFREY OF|' 
 
 BVLLOiGNE, l^^l 
 
 or PyS^fiS^ 
 
 £%yB«i The Recouerie of ^sR^fei 
 
 H IERVS ALEM. 
 
 jgSJJSMIf An Heroicall poeme written in Sf £J*^ 3 Si 
 Italian by Seig. Torquato Tajfo, »&£(7 
 and tranflated into Englifh 
 m rlZ 'dPi m by R. C. Ef quire : 
 
 And now the firll part containing! 
 fiue Cantos, Imprinted in 
 \$A both Languages. 
 
 <fi 
 
 LONDON 
 
 mprinted by John Windet for 
 Chriftopher Hunt of 
 Exceter, 1594. 
 
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 To the Reader. 
 
 Entlemen, let it be law full for 
 me with your leaues to trouble 
 you a little: It was my good 
 hap of late to get into my hads 
 an Engli/Jt tranflated Copie of 
 Seg. Taffo's Ierufalem, 
 done (as I was informed) by a 
 Gentlema of good fort & qual- 
 litie, and many ivaies commen- 
 ded vnto me for a worke of Jin- 
 gular worthy & ezcellencie : wherupon, by the aduife, or rather 
 at the inflance of fome of my b eft friends, I determined to fend 
 it to the Preffe : Wherin if my forwardnes haue fore-ranne the 
 Gentlemans good liking ; Yet let mee winne you to make me 
 happie with the fweete poffefsion of your fauours, for whofe 
 fakes I haue done whatfoeuer herei7i is done. When firft I fent 
 it to the Printer, I did not certainely know whofe worke it was, 
 andfo refled depriued of al meanes to gaine his affent and good 
 liking thereunto, and yet notwithftanding the perfiuajions of 
 fome that ivould faine haue preuailed with me : I refolued (at 
 the motion, no doubt of fome rare excellent fpir it, that knew 
 and forefaw this to be the readieft meanes to draw him to pub- 
 lifli fome of his many mofl excellent labours) to goe on with 
 what I had begunne, euer afpuring my felfe, and neuer doub- 
 ting, but that you would like of it your felues, and intertaine it 
 with fuch deere affeclion as it doth worthily merit : Now if 
 
To the Reader. 
 
 it JJiall not in each part liuely rcfemble the abfolute perfection 
 of the doer thereof yet is hee blameleffe, and the fault as it is 
 mine, fo I zvil acknowledge it for mine : for by my hafle it pr ones 
 his vntimely birth, and doubt leffe miferably wanteth of that 
 glorious beautie wherewith it otherwife would, and hereafter 
 happily may be richly honoured withal. Now whereas I thought 
 youfJiould haue had all together, 1 must pray you to accept of 
 the fine firft Songes : For it hath pleafed the excellent doer of 
 them {for certaine caufes to himfelfe beft knowne) to com- 
 mand a ftaie of the refl till the fommer. In that which is done, 
 I haue caufed the Italian to be Printed together with the Eng- 
 lifli, for the delight and benefit of thofe Gentlemen, that lone 
 that most liuely language. And thereby the learned Reader 
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 in the whole work, vfurping as little liberty as any whatfoeuer, 
 that euer zvrote with any commendations. Thus (as in duetie I 
 ought) I haue prefented vnto your views the courfe of my whole 
 proceedings herein, humbly praying you to cenfure of the work 
 with fuch refpeclfull confideration as flialbe meete, and to a- 
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 you, and giue him his right that will neuer wrong you. 
 From Exceter the laft of Februarie, 1593. 
 
 Yours C. H. 
 
THE RECOVERIE 
 
 OF HIERVSALEM OF 
 S r . TORQVATO TASSO, 
 
 The first Song. 
 
 Sing the godly armes, and that 
 
 Chieftaine, 
 Who great Sepulchre of our 
 
 Lord did free, 
 Much with his hande, much 
 
 wrought he with his braine .- 
 Much in his glorious conquer! 
 fuffred hee : 
 And hell in vaine hit felfe oppofde, in vaine 
 The mixed troopes Afian and Libick flee 
 
 To armes, for heauen him fauour'd, and he drew 
 To facred enfignes his ftraid mates anew. 
 
 O Mufe, thou that thy head not compaffeft, 
 With fading bayes, which Helicon doth beare : 
 But boue in skyes, amids the Quyers bleft, 
 Doft golden crowne of flarres immortall weare, 
 Celeftiall flames breath thou into my breft, 
 Enlighten thou my Song, and pardon where, 
 I fainings weaue with truth, and verfe with art, 
 Of pleafings deckt, wherein thou haft no part. 
 
 A 2 4 Thou 
 
 
 or t« 
 
CANTO 
 
 Thou knowft, where luring Parnafe moft poures out 
 His fweeteneffe, all the world doth after runne, 
 And that truth feafon'd with fmoth verfe, from doubt, 
 The waywardft (flocking) to beleeue hath wonne : 
 So cup, his brimmes earft liquorifht about 
 With fweete, we giue to our difeafed Sonne. 
 
 Beguilde he drinkes fome bitter iuyce the while, 
 And doth his life receiue from fuch a guile. 
 
 Thou noble minded Alfonfe, who doft faue 
 From Fortunes furie, and to port doft ffceare 
 Me wandring pilgrime, midft of many a waue, 
 And many a rocke betoft, and drencht welneare, 
 My verfe with friendly grace t'accept vouchfaue, 
 Which as in vow, facred to thee I beare. 
 One day perhaps, my pen forehalfening, 
 Will dare, what now of thee tis purpofmg. 
 
 If euer Chriftians to agreement growe, 
 And with their Nauy, and their force by land, 
 A pray fo great and wrong, from Turkifh foe 
 Seeke to regaine, dew reafon doth command, 
 That of that foyle the Scepter they beftowe, 
 Or of thofe feas, if fo they pleafure Hand, 
 
 On thee, thou Godfreys countermate, my rime 
 Attend, and armes prouide in this meane time. 
 
 Since Chriftian campe for high exploit to th'Eaft 
 Had paft, the laft of fixe yeares on now ranne, 
 And Nice by force, and Antioch not leaft 
 Of power, by warlike policie they wanne. 
 Where gainft when Perfians pafling number preaft, 
 In battaile bold they hit defended thanne. 
 And Tortofe gat, which done, to winters raigne 
 They yeelde, and ftay the comming yeere againe. 
 A 3 The 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 The feafon, by his kind enclinde to weat, 
 Which iayes vp armes, welnie his courfe now ends, 
 When Sire eternall from his loftie feat, 
 Which in the pureft part of heauen extends, 
 And from the loweft hell, what fpace is great 
 To flarres, fo farre aboue the ftarres afcends, 
 
 Lookes downe, and in one blinck, and in one vevv, 
 Comprizeth all what fo the world can (hew. 
 
 Ech thing he viewes, and then he fixt his eye 
 On Syria y where Chriftian Princes flay, 
 And with that fight, which percingly can fpy, 
 What clofcft vp humaine affections lay, 
 Ke Godfrey fees, who Panims lewd to fly 
 From facred Citie would enforce away. 
 And full of faith, and full of zeale in heart, 
 All worldly wealth, rule, glory, iayes apart. 
 
 But he in Baldivyn fees a greedic vaine, 
 Which bent to humaine greatneffe high afpires, 
 Ke Tailored fees, his life hold in difdaine, 
 So much a fond ioue him afflicting fires, 
 And Boemund he fees, for his new raigne, 
 Of Antioch, foundations deepe defires 
 
 To ground, and lawes ena<5ls, and orders layth, 
 And arts brings in, and plants the Chriflen fayth. 
 
 And ill this courfe he entred is fo farre, 
 That ought but that, hit feemes of nought he weyes, 
 He skryes Rinaldos mind, addict to warre, 
 And working fpirits, much abhorring eafe, 
 No luiL of gold m him, no thoughts there are 
 Of rule, but great and much enflam'd of prayfe, 
 He skryes, that at the mouth he hangs of Gwelfe : 
 And old examples rare frames to himfelfe. 
 
 ii When 
 
CANTO 
 
 When inmoft fenfe of thefe and other fprights, 
 
 The King of all the world had vnfould ; 
 
 He calles him to, of the Angelicke lights, 
 
 Him that mongft firft, the fecond ranck doth hould .* 
 
 A faithfull Truchman, Gabriell that hights, 
 
 A Nuntio glad, twixt Soules of better mould, 
 
 And God to vs downe heau'ns decrees who fhoes, 
 And vp to heau'n who with mens prayers goes. 
 
 God to his Nuntio faid, feeke Godfrey out, 
 And tell him in my name, why (lands he ftill ? 
 The warres againe why goes he not about ? 
 Hierufalem oppreft to free from ill : 
 Captaines to counfell let him call, and rout 
 Of fluggards rayfe, that he be chiefe I will : 
 I here him chufe, and thofe below that are 
 Tofore his mates, fhall be his men of warre. 
 
 So fpake he : Gabriel himfelfe addreft, 
 Swift to performe the things in charge he takes, 
 His fhape vnfeene, with aire he doth inueft, 
 And vnto mortall fence hit fubiect makes, 
 Mans lims, mans looke, t'apparence he poffeft, 
 Which yet celeftiall maieftie pertakes : (dayes, 
 
 Twixt youth and childhood bounded feeme his 
 His golden lockes he doth adorne with rayes. 
 
 He puts on filuer wings, yfrendg'de with gold, 
 Wearileffe nymble, of mofl ply ant fway, 
 With thefe he partes the winds, and clouds, and hold 
 Doth flight with thefe aloft the earth and fea : 
 Attyred thus, to worlds lower mould, 
 This meffenger of skyes dire6lcs his way : 
 On Liban mountaine hou'ring firft he ftayd, 
 And twixt his egall wings himfelfe he wayd. 
 
 B There 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 There hence againe, to paftures of Tortofe, 
 Plump downe dire6lly leuels he his flight. 
 From eafterne coafl the new funne then arofe, 
 Part vp, but of more part waues hid the fight : 
 And earely Godfrey that mornetide beftowes 
 In prayre to God, as aye his vfage hight 
 
 When like the Sunne, but farre and far more cleare 
 Th' Angell to him doth from the Eaft appeare. 
 
 And thus befpake, Godfrey, now feafon tides, 
 That beft with warriours feruice doth agree : 
 Why thwart you lingring then, while faft it Aides ? 
 And not Hierufalem from thraldome free ? 
 Do thou to counfaile call the peoples guides, 
 Do thou the flow their worke to finifh fee. 
 
 God for their Chiefetaine thee hath deemed fit, 
 And glad at once they fhall themfelues fubmit 
 
 God me this meffage fent, and I reueale 
 
 To thee his mind in his owne name, how great 
 
 A hope of viclorie to haue ? a zeale 
 
 How great, of hoft thy charge hooues thee to heat ? 
 
 He ceaft, and vanifht flew to thVpper deale, 
 
 And pureft portion of the heauenly feat. 
 
 Godfrey thofe words, and that his mining bright 
 Daz'led in eyes, and did in heart affright. 
 
 But fright once gone, and hauing well bethought, 
 Who came, who fent, and what to him was faid : 
 Of earft he wifht, he now a fire hath cought 
 To end the warre whofe charge God on him laid. 
 Not for the heau'ns him fole this honour brought, 
 Ambitious winde puffing his ftomacke fwaid : 
 But all his will did more in will enflame, 
 Of his deare Lord, as fparke becomes a flame. 
 
 Then 
 
CANTO 
 
 Then his Heroicke mates difperft about, 
 But not farre off, t'affemble he inuites : 
 Letter to letter, meffage on meffage out 
 He fendes, aduice with praier he vnites. 
 What fo may flocke or pricke a courage flout, 
 What skill dull vertue to awake endites : 
 
 Seemes all he findes, with efficacie fuch, 
 
 As he enforceth, yet contenteth much. 
 
 The leaders came, the reft enfew'd alfo 
 Boemund alone doth from this meeting flay : 
 Part campt abroad, part them in circuit ftowe, 
 Another part within Tortofa lay. 
 The nobles of the campe to counfell goe, 
 (A glorious Senate) on a folemn day. 
 
 Then godly Godfrey thus makes filence breach, 
 Goodly of countenance, and as fhrill of fpeach. 
 
 Champions of God chofen by king of sky, 
 
 Of his true faith the damage to reflore, 
 
 Whom midfl of armes, and midft of guiles, fafely 
 
 He rul'de and guided both at fea and fliore : 
 
 So as of rebell realmes many and many 
 
 In fo few yeares through vs him now adore. 
 
 And mongfh the Nations vanquifht and fubdew'd, 
 His enfignes are aduanfb, his name renew'd. 
 
 We haue not left our pledges fweete, nor neaft 
 
 Natiue to vs (if I beleeue aright) 
 
 Nor fold our Hues to truftleffe feas beheafb, 
 
 And to the perill of farre diflant fight, 
 
 To gaine of fames fhort blaft the vulgar feaft, 
 
 Or that Barbarians land, we claime our right. 
 
 For our defeigns in ftraight bounds the were pent, 
 Slender our hire gainft foules or bloud yfpent. 
 
 B 3 But 
 
 IO 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 But vtmoft purpofe which our thoughts did beare, 
 Was Sions noble wals by force to gaine : 
 And Chriften brothers to enfranchize there, 
 From yoake vnworthy of their thralled paine, 
 In Palejiine a kingdome new to reare, 
 Where fafely plaft, might godlines fuffcaine. 
 That holy Pilgrims farre from dread of way, 
 That great Tombe might adore, and vowings pay. 
 
 Our deedes till this, for perill haue beene great, 
 For trauell more then great, for honour finall, 
 For our mayn purpofe nought, if we as yeat 
 Make ftop, or bent of armes elfewhere doe call. 
 What bootes it out of Europe to haue fett 
 Fewell of force, and Afia fire withall ? 
 
 When as at lafl of thefe huge fturres we wend, 
 Not kingdomes rayfd, but ruin'd are the end. 
 
 He buildeth not, who fo his foueraigntie 
 On worldly ground-plots vp to raife hath care : 
 Where midft vnnumbred troopes of Paganie, 
 Strangers in faith, few of his Countrey are, 
 Where of the Greekes he hopes no loyaltie, 
 And wefterne fuccours can ariue fo fpare. 
 
 But ruynes he procures, with which oppreft, 
 
 Sole for himfelfe a Sepulchre he dreft 
 
 Ttirkes, Perjians, Antiock, noble matters be, 
 In name magnificent, and in effect : 
 Yet workes not ours, but heauens largeffe we 
 Them deeme : Conquefts of wonder vnexpe6l. 
 Now if the giuer them wrong turned fee, 
 And mifemployed from their courfe direct : 
 
 I feare h'ele reaue them quite, and honour paft 
 So great, will waxe the peoples fcorne at lafl. 
 
 Ah 
 
 i j 
 
CANTO 
 
 Ah be there none (for loue of God) that guifts 
 So pleafing, to bad vfes turne and fpill, 
 To web of thefe fo high attempting drifts, 
 Let threed and end of worke be fuited ftill : 
 Now that the feafon to our feruice fhifts, 
 Now that ech paffage we haue free at will, 
 Why to the Citie runne we not ? thats fet 
 Our conqueft bound : who ift that can vs let ? 
 
 My Lords I do proteft, and that which I 
 Do thus proteft, the prefent world fhall heare, 
 And that to come fhall heare, and Saints on hie 
 Do heare, the time long fince did ripe appeare : 
 And yet fits our exploit, but lie you ftill, 
 And t'will moft doubtfull fall that now is cleare. 
 I prophefie if our courfe be delayde, 
 The Palejline from Egypt fhall haue ayde. 
 
 He fpake, his fpeech a muttring fhort befell : 
 Next after foltarie Peter rofe, 
 Though priuate, mongft the princes at counfell, 
 As he from whom that voyage chiefly groes, 
 What Godfrey doth exhort, I fay afwell, 
 No doubt here fals, the truth fo certaine fhoes, 
 It skryes hit felfe, he plaine demonftrance gaue, 
 Th'allowance longs to you, fole t'adde I haue. 
 
 If I remember well the brawles and fhame, 
 As t'were of purpofe by you made and borne, 
 Your froward counfels and proceedings lame, 
 Which midft of working made your works forlorne, 
 I geffe that from another head there came, 
 The caufe of all thefe flops, and concord torne, 
 Namely th'authoritie in many wits, 
 And many men that equall peyzed fits. 
 
 C Where 
 
 12 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 Where onely one doth not command, from whom 
 Judgement of paines and prices may depend : 
 From whom may offices and charges come, 
 There ftill the rule to eyther fide will bend : 
 Ah of thefe members friendly ioyn'd, in fome, 
 One bodie make, and make a head to wend 
 And guide the reft, let one the Scepter beare, 
 And let him rule as King and Prince he weare. 
 
 The olde man filenft here. What thoughts ? what 
 Are fhut fro thee breath facred ! heat diuine (breafts ? 
 Thou in the Hermite doft enfpire thefe heafts, 
 And in the knights harts thou the fame doft fhrine, 
 Th'ingraft, th'inborne affections thou outwrefls 
 Of rule, of libertie, of honours figne. 
 
 So as both Gwelfe and Guillam chiefe in place, 
 Did Godfrey firft with name of Chieftaine grace. 
 
 The reft allowance gaue, henceforth muft be 
 Their part t'aduife, the others to direct : 
 Conditions to the conquer'd grant fliall hee, 
 Warre, peace, when, where he pleafe ele<5t, 
 The reft now brought to becke, earft equall free, 
 The charge of his commandments are t'efTecT:. 
 This fo agreed, the fame out flies, and wide 
 Spreading it felf through tongs of men doth glide. 
 
 To Souldiers then he goes, him worthy they 
 Deeme of the high eftate, that giu'n they haue, 
 And greetings glad, and warlick fhowts they pay, 
 Which he receiues with countnance mildly graue : 
 Thus when to fhowes of minds humble t'obay, 
 And deere in loue, he fitting anfwere gaue : 
 He points in field of fcope mufter to take, 
 To th'enfewing day what force the camp can make. 
 
 The 
 
 13 
 
CANTO 
 
 The funne from out the eaft return'd againe 
 So bright, and fairely lightfome, as but feeld : 
 Whe with the new daies beams came forth the traine, 
 And vnder Enfignes fplayd their weapons weeld, 
 At Bullions hands ech feeking praife to gaine, 
 Beyond his mates, whil'ft ring they caft in feeld : 
 Both horfe and foote marfhald in wariicke bands, 
 Before him on do march, where firme he Hands. 
 
 Thou minde, of yeeres and of obliuion foe, 
 Of what fo is, guardaine and fteward trew : 
 Afford thy reafons helpe that I may fhowe 
 This camps ech Captaine, and ech band to view : 
 Let their old fame new found, and ample growe, 
 On which late yeeres the vayle of filence drew : 
 Adorne my fpeech from out thy ftore to fet, 
 What eu'ry age may heare, and none forget 
 
 The Franckes did mufter firft, of whom tofore 
 Hugo had charge, a brother to their king. 
 From He of France iffewd this wariicke ftore, 
 A foile faire, large, on foure ftreames bordering. 
 When Hue deceaft, th'enfigne that Lilies bore 
 Of gold, Clotared ftill them conducting 
 
 They followed, who Captaine great in fame, 
 That none might want, poffeft a royall name. 
 
 Of complet armed they are hundreds ten, 
 So many more of horfe next them aduance, 
 So like the firft, as twixt them none may ken, 
 In ordring, nature, armes, a variance : 
 Normands they be, and Robert leades the men, 
 Their natiue prince borne and bred vp in France. 
 Their fquadrons next William and Ademere, 
 Two Paftors of the people muftred there. 
 
 C 3 The 
 
 14 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 The tone and t'other of them who but late 
 An holy office in Gods feruice beare, 
 Now playted lockes preffiing with cap of plate, 
 Haue manly vfe of arms falne to their fhare. 
 Orenge Citie and confines of that ftate, 
 Four hundred warriors to the firft do fpare. 
 
 The fecond thofe of Poggio doth guide, 
 
 Equall in tale, nor leffe in value tride. 
 
 Then Baldwyn makes his mufter next in feeld, 
 With Bulleyners tofore his brothers band, 
 For his good brother them contents to yeeld : 
 Now he on Captaines Captaine doth command : 
 Th'enfewing room th'Earle of Carnute helde, 
 Mightie in counfell, valiant of hand. 
 
 Foure hundred with him marche, a treble force 
 Vnder his Cornet Baldwyn leads of horfe. 
 
 Gwelfe occupies the bordring circuit, one 
 Whofe merit his high fortune egalleth, 
 By Latine Sire, of EJline graundfires gone, 
 A bedroll long and trew he reckoneth : 
 But he vnto the great houfe of Gwelfon, 
 Germayn in name, and Lordfhip fucceedeth. 
 CorintJiia he rules, and neere the ftreames 
 Of Rhine and Ifther, Sweue and Rhetian realmes. 
 
 To this liuelode that from his mother came, 
 Conquefts he winned, glorious and great : 
 Thence brought he me, who made (he bidding) game 
 To march where death they were aflur'd to geat : 
 They winters cold by ftooues to temper frame, 
 And with inuitings glad pertake their meat. 
 Fiue thoufand came from home, but hardly tho 
 He could the thirds (the Perfians reliques) fhow. 
 
 White 
 
 i a 
 
CANTO 
 
 White skins, and yealow locks next people haue, 
 Twixt Francks and Germans and the Sea beftowe, 
 Where bancks oreflow doth Mofe and Rheni/h waue, 
 Land that of graine and beafts, beares fruitfull lode : 
 Eke Hand men, whom Oceans fwellings braue, 
 Gainft which they force vp rampires high & brode. 
 Ocean that not on wares alone hath power 
 And mips, but townes & kingdomes doth deuour. 
 
 Thefe that a thoufand are and other are, 
 Vnder another Robert make one band, 
 A greater fquadron is the Britifh farre, 
 Committed by their king, to Williams hand, 
 His yonger fonne, their bowes thefe Englifh bare, 
 And people bring the pole that neerer ftand. 
 Whom Ireland placed at the worlds end, 
 Doth from his wildwoods with locks fhaggy fend. 
 
 Then Tancred comes, there's none amongft the rout 
 (Reg?iald except) a brauer warrier, 
 Nor of a fhomacke noble more or flout, 
 Nor countnance and conditions more faire, 
 If cloud of blame wrapt his deferts about 
 Them dimme, loues folly fole the fault muft beare, 
 Aboue twixt battailes borne, bred of fhort fight, 
 Fed with afflictions, (till accreeuing might. 
 
 Fame tells what day the Francks with glory great, 
 The Perfian troops difcomfited in fight, 
 After that Tancred in victorious heat 
 Chafing thofe runawayes, was tir'de outright, 
 Some cooly eafefull place he fought to geat, 
 For his fcorcht lips, and lims deuoide of might, 
 And drew whereas inuiting him to made, 
 Clofde with greene banks, a frefh fpring iffue made. 
 D Vn- 
 
 16 
 
PR1M0. 
 
 Vnthought of there appeares to him a Dame, 
 All faue her face in complet armour dight : 
 Shee was a Painim, and fhe alfo came 
 Like reft to gaine in like betyred plight : 
 Her features he beheld, he held the fame 
 Moft faire, he likes, his liking fire doth light. 
 Of loue, O wonder i loue then fcarcely bred 
 Grew great, and flew and in armes triumphed. 
 
 On goes her helme, and fhe th'affaylers part 
 
 Had playd, faue others there by chance arriue ; 
 
 The haughtie Dame doth from her thrall depart, 
 
 Who of fole force becomes a fugitiue : 
 
 But he her warlike image farre in hart 
 
 Preferued fo as hit prefents aliue. 
 
 The chance, the place, how, wher fhe came in view, 
 In reftleffe thought ftill feeding flame a new. 
 
 His looke was looke that did his folke to ware 
 In letters large, he burn'd of hope deuoyd, 
 So full of fighes he went, and fo he bare 
 His eye-lids vayled downe and fadly cloyd : 
 Th'eight hundred horfe which vnder-went his care, 
 Campanias pleafant fields tofore enioyd, 
 
 Dame natures greateft pompe, and hils that lay, 
 Mellow, fertill, woode by the Tirhene Sea. 
 
 Two hundred followed of the Greekifh tong, 
 Who yron armour none in manner bring, 
 Their hooked fwords vpon the tone fide hong, 
 Their bowes and quiuers at their backes do ring, 
 Their light horfe feruice doth to gallop long, 
 For trauaile tough, fpare in their dyeting, 
 Readie t'affayle and to retire at will, 
 Difordred, fcattred, fled, yet fight, they ftill. 
 
 Latine 
 
 *7 
 
CANTO 
 
 Latine that Cornet led, and only he 
 Of Greece the Latine armes accompanide. 
 O fhame! O foule mifdeede! and had not ye 
 O Greekes ! thefe warres eu'n flicking in your fide ? 
 Yet (as at games) fluggards you fit to fee 
 What iffue will to thefe great a£tes betide : 
 Now if a flaue thou ferue, this thy bondage 
 (Doe not complaine) is iuftice, not outrage. 
 
 A fquadron next there comes in order laft, 
 
 But firft for honour, valure and for art : 
 
 Inuict Heroick ventrers here are plafte, 
 
 Afias terrour, and Mars thunder dart : 
 
 Ceafe Argos, Arther ceafe, vaine fhootes you wafte, 
 
 Knights faylers, and knights errants acts t'impart, - 
 
 For old exployts comparde with thefe are winde. 
 
 Where (hall we then for them fit Chieftaine finde. 
 
 Dndon of Con/a is their head, becaufe 
 Hard t'was of bloud and vertue doome to geeue, 
 They all agree to vnder go his lawes, 
 Who did of all know moft, and moft atcheeue, 
 And graue of manlines and ripe of fawes : 
 He fhowes in hoarie lockes of ftrength the preeue. 
 He fhowes of wounds not foule the printed skarres, 
 The worthy Heps of honour wonne in warres. 
 
 Euftace is next amongft the chiefe, whofe owne 
 Prayfe makes him great, but brother Boglion more, 
 From ftocke of Norway kings eke Gernand growne, 
 On Scepters, titles, crownes, him proud he bore : 
 Roger of Balnauil mongft beft is knowne : 
 Old fame, and Eugerlan do there him fcore. 
 Eke with the braueft they folemnize doo 
 One Genton, one Rambald, and Gerards too. 
 
 D 3 Vbald 
 
 18 
 
PR/MO. 
 
 Vbald alfo, and Rofomond is prayfd 
 Of Dutchy great of Lancajier the heire, 
 Nor can Obize the Tufcane downe be peyzd 
 By him that memories away doth beare, 
 Nor Lombard brothers three will be diffeyzd, 
 Achilles, Sforza, Palamede^ of their 
 
 Cleare fame, nor Otto ftrong that wonne the fhield 
 Where Serpents mouth fends forth a naked child. 
 
 Nor Guafco, nor Rudolf o left behinde, 
 Nor t'one nor th'other Guido, famous both, 
 Nor Eurard, nor Gemier muft flip my mind, 
 To paffe in grateleffe filence more then loth, 
 Whither do you louers and fpoufes kind ? 
 Gildip and Edward hale him, now that grow'th 
 
 Of numbring wearie ? O conforts in warre ! 
 
 Though dead, difioynd you neuer fhalbe farre. 
 
 What can there not be learnd in fchooles of loue ? 
 There was fhe taught to waxe a warrier bolde, 
 To his dear fide fhill cleaues fhe, and aboue 
 One defliny, his and her life doth holde : 
 No blow that hurts but one, they euer proue, 
 But ech wounds fmart encreafh is doublefold, 
 And oft the one is hit the other playnes, 
 Tone bleedes at foule, the tother at the vaynes. 
 
 But youth Rinaldo farre furpaffeth thefe, 
 And paffeth all that to the mutter went, 
 Mod fweetly fierce, vp mould you fee him rayfe 
 His royall looke and all lookes on it fpent : 
 He hope oregoes, he ouergrowes his dayes, 
 When bud was thought but bloome, out fruit he fent : 
 To fuch as armes him thundring faw embrace, 
 Mars he did feeme : Loue, if he fhew'd his face. 
 
 Him 
 
 19 
 
CANTO 
 
 Him on the banck of Adige foorth brought 
 Sofia to Bertold, Sofia the faire, 
 To Bertold the puiffant when newly rought 
 From mothers teat, and yet vnwayn'd welneare 
 Maued would him haue, and nurft him, & him tought 
 In princely skils, and kept him ftill with her, 
 Vntill his youthly minde plight his beheaft, 
 T'enfew the trump that founded from the Eaft. 
 
 Then he thrice flue of yeares could fcantly skore, 
 Yet fled alone and walkt through vncouth wayes, 
 He paft itiEgean Sea and Greekifli fhore, 
 And at the campe arriues, where far hit ftayes, 
 Moft noble flight, well worthy that once more, 
 Some Nephew chiualrous make like affayes : 
 
 Three yeeres are fpent, and he in wars when now 
 His chyns foft downe, could fcarce a beard auow. 
 
 The horfeman pad, the mufter next doth grow 
 Of men on foot, and Reymond leades the way, 
 Tholoufe he rulde, and brought his fouldiers fro 
 Mount Piren, Garon ftreame, and Ocean Sea, 
 Of thoufands foure, well arm'd, well trayn'd, a fhow 
 He makes, whom toyle or want could not affray : 
 Tall were the men, and led they could not be 
 By one more ffcrong, or better skil'd then he. 
 
 But thoufands flue doth Stephen from Amboife 
 And Blots and Tours vnto the feruice bring : 
 Though forted bright in armes and weapons choice, 
 For ftrength or paine not worth the valewing : 
 The foyle is tender, light, fhapte to reioyce, 
 And like it felfe his dwellers foftering : 
 In battaile firft they giue an onfett bold, 
 But foone waxt faint, and in their courage cold. 
 
 E Alcajlo 
 
 30 
 
PRIMO . 
 
 Alcajlo commeth third (as Thebes by 
 
 Was Capaneus once) of vifage grim : 
 
 Sixe thoufande Swizzers commons, fierce, hardy, 
 
 From Alpine catties leuide come with him, 
 
 Who yron wont to plowes and clots t'apply, 
 
 To new fhapes now and worthier vfes trim. 
 
 And with the hand that kept the ragged heard, 
 Seemes kingdomes to defie, are not afeard. 
 
 He faw the loftie Standard fplayd, 
 With Peters Diademe and with his keyes, 
 Thefe thoufands feu'n doth good Camillns lead, 
 Footmen in armour bright, and huge of peyze, 
 He glad the heau'ns fo great a charge obeyd, 
 There to renew his graundfires auncient prayfe, 
 
 Or fliew at leaft that to valure Latine, 
 
 Or nothing lackes, or onely difcipline. 
 
 But now the fquadrons all in multers faire, 
 Were marching on, and this of all the laft, 
 When Godfrey calles the greateft Captaines neare, 
 And by his words gaue of his meaning talle : 
 To morrow when the dawning fhall appeare, 
 I will that light and preft the hoaft do hafte, 
 
 So as vnto the facred Citie we 
 
 May come vnlookt, as much as much may be. 
 
 Prepare you all both to the iourney than, 
 And to the fight, and to the viclorie : 
 This hardie fpeech of fo difcreet a man 
 Gaue ech one care, and vaunft his courage hie, 
 All preft march on, when the firfl ray began 
 To fprout, loth them broad day fliould there deskry, 
 But Bollion prouident wants not his feare, 
 Though clofe conceald it in his breaft he beare. 
 
 For 
 
CANTO 
 
 For he by newes, for certaine vnderftood 
 Th 1 'Egyptian king was now vpon his way 
 To Gaza ward, a foretreffe ftrong and good, 
 Which frontier-wife to Sirian kingdoms lay, 
 Nor could he thinke a man of reftleffe mood, 
 In high exploits, would trifle time away, 
 
 But him fharpe foe attends : and fayeth this 
 
 To Henryck a true meffenger of his. 
 
 Vnto fome Frigate light get thee aboord, 
 And towards Greekifh foyle no fayling flake, 
 There fhall you meet (fo haue I written woord, 
 From one who newes of lyes will neuer make) 
 A royall youth, none brauer guirt with fword, 
 That part with vs in warre pretends to take : 
 He is the Prince of Danes, and leades a band 
 From where the Pole is Zenith to the land. 
 
 But for the Greekifh Emp'rour fraught with guile, 
 
 With him perhaps will vfe his wonted art, 
 
 To turne him backe or bend his courfe the while, 
 
 Farre off from vs vnto fome forraine part : 
 
 My meffenger and counfler true as ftile, 
 
 Do thou in my behalfe difpofe his hart, 
 
 To our and his owne good, and bid him fpeed, 
 For flay were now his moft vnfeemely deed. 
 
 Come now with him thy felfe, but tarry there 
 With Greekifh king fo to procure vs ayde, 
 Which more then once he hath vs promifde faire, 
 And by our league thus ought not be delayde : 
 So fpeakes he, fo informes, and giues to beare 
 Letters, the which with greetings credence prayd. 
 Henryck for fpeed, a prefent congey takes, 
 And with his thoughts a truce time Godfrey makes. 
 E 3 Th'en- 
 
 22 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 Th'enfewing day when of the lightfome eaft, 
 The gates are opned to the Sunnes approach, 
 The Drums and Trumpets gaue the eare no reft, 
 Exhorting warriours on the way t'encroch : 
 Thunder in heat is no fuch welcome gueft, 
 Which hope of nere fhowre to the world doth broch. 
 As all the hardy fouldiers pleafing found, 
 Of warlicke inftruments this fhrilly found. 
 
 Straightway ech one pricked with great defire, 
 Clothed his lims with his oft-worne fpoyles, 
 Straightway ech one mufters in complet tire, 
 Straightway ech one to his chieftaine recoyles, 
 And the well-marfhald army ioyned nyre 
 His enfignes all difplays to Eols broyles. 
 And the Emperiall Standard ftately-large, 
 A croffe triumphant ouer all doth charge. 
 
 This while the Sunne, which in the heau'nly ground 
 Still vauntage winnes, and vp afcendeth hie, 
 On th'armour beates and flafhes makes rebound, 
 And quaking lightnings cleere, which bleare the eye : 
 The air with fparckles feems enflamed round, 
 And mines like burning fire that vp doth flie : 
 And with the neighings fierce accordes the noyfe 
 Of clafhing armour and the fields accloyes. 
 
 The generall, who from the en'mies fnares, 
 Defires his troups in fafetie may remaine, 
 Store of light horfe from the maine armie pares, 
 And round to fcoure the coaft employes their paine, 
 And Pioners to fend before he cares, 
 So for his campe an eafie march to gaine, 
 The pits to fil, the cragges away to take, 
 And paffages forclofde wide ope to make. 
 
 There 
 
 23 
 
CANTO 
 
 There are no Painim forces leauide yet, 
 No walles enuironed with trenches fteepe, 
 No riuer broad, no combrous hill to get, 
 No forreft thicke their voyage backe to keepe, 
 Eu'n fo the king of ftreames on priding fet, 
 When as he growes paft meafure high and deepe : 
 Beyond his banckes abroad all wrackfull goes, 
 And nought is found that dare it felfe oppofe. 
 
 Onely the King of Trypoli, who kept 
 Within well guarded walles, coyne, men and armes, 
 Athwart the Frankifh army might haue flept, 
 Yet durfl he not by warre to ftirre vp harmes : 
 But he by prefents to their fauour crept, 
 And by his fires at home them gladly warmes. 
 And fuch conditions of a peace doth take 
 As vertuous Godfrey like with him to make. 
 
 There from Mount Seyr which vplifted hie, 
 Neere to the Citie (lands on eafterne fide 
 Of true beleeuing wights a companie, 
 Mingled in age and Sexe downe flocking hide, 
 And Chriftens prefents brought for vi£torie, 
 And glad them view, aud with them talking bide, 
 Admiring vncouth armes, and to Godfrey 
 They prou'd true faithfull guides to fhew the way. 
 
 He euer butting on the falt-fea waue, 
 By wayes dire<5left doth condu6l his hoaft, 
 Well weeting that th' affociat fhipping haue, 
 Refolu'd to fayle ftill hard aboord the coaft, 
 Which courfe vnto his armie plenty gaue 
 Of vittaile, and what elfe was needfull moft : 
 For him ech He of Greece their harueft rept, 
 And Creete and rocky Sico vintage kept. 
 
 F The 
 
 24 
 
PRIMO. 
 
 The bordering Sea vnder the weight did grone 
 
 Of the tall (hips and of the lighter! pines, 
 
 So as fafe paffage there was open none 
 
 In Midland Sea to any Saracines : 
 
 For mand out not from Marck and George alone, 
 
 In the Venetian and the Gene confines 
 
 Came fleetes : But England, France, & Holland Tome 
 Do fend, and fome from fruitfull Sicil come. 
 
 And thefe which now together are combinde 
 With foundefh knot of loue in one confent, 
 At diuers fhores had loden in ech kind 
 What by the Campe mould needfully be fpent. 
 So when the frontire coaft they freed finde 
 From en'mies (hipping, which are clofe vp pent : 
 With canvas fpred at full they thither goe, 
 Where Chrift for mortall man bare mortall woe. 
 
 But fame foreran, the ready carrier 
 
 Of true reports, and rumours fraught with lyes, 
 
 That fafe is ioyn'd the army conquerer, 
 
 And now fets forth and all delaying flyes, 
 
 She of ech band, makes a perticular, (rife 
 
 She fhowes their names whofe prayfe doth highefl 
 
 She fhowes their vaunts, and terrible of face, 
 
 Sions vfurpers ceafles doth menace. 
 
 And ill lookt for perhaps brings greater ill, 
 Then felfe ill doth, when it is prefent, beare, 
 On ech vncertaine breath of rumour flill 
 Doubtfull hangs eu'ry mind, and eu'ry eare, 
 Muttring confufde, within, without doth fill 
 The fields, and dolefull Citie all with feare. 
 But th'aged King neere perill of fuch loffe, 
 Counfels fauage in doubtfull hart doth toffe. 
 
 Aladine 
 
 *5 
 
CANTO 
 
 Aladine is his name who of the realme 
 Newe Soueraigne liued in contiuuall thought : 
 A man earft cruell, but that mood extreame 
 His riper age part had to mildneffe wrought : 
 He that conceau'd whereat the Laiines ayme, 
 Who of his towne the walles to batter fought, 
 To auncient feare adioyneth new fufpectes, 
 And dreads his foes, as dreadeth his fubiecles. 
 
 For in one Citie mingled dwellings fall, 
 Of people contrarie in faith, the leffe 
 And weaker part on Chrift their Sauiour call : 
 The great and ftronger Mahomet profeffe. 
 And when the king firft conquer' d Sion wall, 
 And there his feat to ftablifh did addreffe, 
 
 From common taskes the Painims he fet free, 
 And double lodes the Chriftians miferie. 
 
 The thought of this his natiue fauage mood, 
 Which couched lay, and languifht cold with yeares, 
 Angring eneigres and it makes new wood, 
 That third of bloud now more then aye appeares : 
 So gentle feemd a while, the Snakifh brood, 
 That to his fierceneffe turnes as Sommer neares. 
 
 And fo the tamed Lion takes againe 
 
 His natiue fury, if he wrong fuflaine. 
 
 I fee, fayes he, of new conceiued ioy, 
 Vndoubted fignes in this vnfaithfull race : 
 What their fole good that proues our chiefe annoy, 
 Sole they do laugh in this our common cafe 
 Of woe, and now perhaps their wits employ 
 To guile and treafon, and difcourfe apace, 
 How me to flay, or to conforted mates, 
 Mine enemies, how they may d'ope the gates. 
 
 F 3 But 
 
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PRIMO. 
 
 But foft not fo, I will prevent (I trow) 
 Their wicked purpofes, Tie glut my will, 
 I'l hew them downe, I'l fharpe examples fhow, 
 I'l fucklings in their mothers bofoms kill, 
 I'l fire in ech their houfe and temples throw, 
 Such funerals fhall their death rights fulfill : 
 V\ offer on that Sepulchre of theirs, 
 Their Priefts for facrifice amid their Preyrs. 
 
 So did this tyrant reafon in his mind, 
 But thought fo ill conceiu'd tooke no fucceffe : 
 Yet if thefe innocents a pardon finde, 
 Bafe hart, not pittie doth him thereto preffe. 
 For if one feare to crueltie him tinde, 
 Another greater doubt bridles no leffe. 
 He dreads all ways of concord to debarre, 
 And arms of conqu'ring foes t'incenfe too farre. 
 
 This fellon then his mad rage tempereth, 
 Or rather feekes elfewhere the fame to wrake, 
 The conntrey houfes downe he ruyneth, 
 And places well manur'd, a pray doth make 
 To flames : Nought leaues he whole or foud unneath, 
 Where any Franck may food or lodging take : 
 The fprings and brooks he foyles, & waters found 
 With deadly poyfons he doth all confound. 
 
 He fpitefull warie is, ne ought foreflackes 
 Hiernfalem with new force to fupply, 
 On three fides ftrong before no helpe it lackes, 
 Onely the North part leaft affur'd doth lye, 
 But from his firft fufpe<5l the fame he backes. 
 On that his weaker flancke with rampires hye, 
 And numbers great of Souldiers cul'd in hafte, 
 Hirelings and fubiects by him there are plafte. 
 The end of this firft Song. 
 
 *7 
 
THE SECOND SONG 
 
 OF THE RECOVERIE 
 OF HIERVSALEM. 
 
 Hile thus the Tyrant doth pro- 
 
 uide to arme, 
 Iftnen one day comes to him all 
 
 alone, 
 Iftnen that from the Tombs can 
 
 draw, and warme 
 Life, breath, and fence giue corps 
 whence they were gone : 
 Ifmen that by the found of mumbled charme, 
 Can Pluto in his Court caft feare vpon : 
 And all his Diuels employ in charges bad, 
 And bind, and looze, as if them flaues he had. 
 
 Mahound he ferues, that once did Chrift profeffe, 
 Yet former rites wholy can not forgo, 
 But oft to vfe of fouleft wickedneffe, 
 Confounds both lawes, though wel he neither know : 
 And now from caues where farre off common preffe : 
 He wonts in hidden arts his time beftow : 
 He comes, in publicke perill of his Lord, 
 
 To wicked king a Counller more abhord. 
 
 My 
 
 28 
 
SECONDO. 
 
 My Liege (he fayes) the Campe doth hither fpeede 
 His march, that conquering hath fo difmayd : 
 But let vs do what vs to do may fteede, 
 The skyes, the world, will giue the hardy ayd. 
 Tis well that Kings, and Captaines ftore at neede 
 You haue, and for all wants foreorder layd. 
 If that all other ply their charges fo, 
 This land for Sepulchre fhall ferve your foe. 
 
 As for my felfe I come my helpe t'impart, 
 Compagnion both of perill, and of paine, 
 What counfell beft lyes ftor'd in aged hart, 
 What Magicke skill I promife eu'ry graine. 
 I will conftraine to beare of toyle their part, 
 Th'angels earfh banifht from the heau'nly raine. 
 But how I meane thefe my enchantments frame, 
 And by what meanes, now will I (hew the fame. 
 
 An altar hid in Chriftian Temple lyes, 
 Lowe vnder ground and her caru'd picture there, 
 On whom as Goddeffe vulgar fort relyes, 
 And mother that their bury'd God did beare : 
 Wrapt in a vayle it is, nor euer dyes, 
 The Lamp that mines before the image cleare. 
 A long in rankes there hang hit round about, 
 The offred vowes of credulous deuout. 
 
 This Image now from them bereft away, 
 I will that you tranfport with your owne hand, 
 And in your great Mefchita fafe vplay, 
 Then I by charme will fhape fo fure a band, 
 That whiles it there doth dewly guarded ftay, 
 By it ech gate fhall fatall fenced ftand, 
 Your Empire fo twixt walles impregnable, 
 This rare new fecret mall make durable. 
 
 He 
 
 29 
 
CANTO 
 
 He fayd, and fwayd : then with impatience 
 The King vnto the houfe of God him hyes, 
 And forft the Priefts, and voyde of reuerence, 
 On that chafh picture, feyz'd in rau'ning wife, 
 And bare hit to that Church, whereof offence 
 Of fond and wicked rites prouokes the skyes : 
 On facred image in that place profane, 
 Th'enchaunter whifpered his blafphemous bane. 
 
 But when new dawning peered in the sky, 
 
 The Sexten who this Temple (moil vncleene) 
 
 Receiu'd in guard, the image cannot fpy, 
 
 Nor where he fought, nor where it plaft had beene : 
 
 Straight he enformes the king, whom egerly 
 
 This fo vnwelcome newes incenft with teene : 
 
 And tooke conceipt t'was ftolne by fome of thofe, 
 Who Chrift profefb, and now conceale it clofe. 
 
 Were it the deede of fome beleeuing wight, 
 
 Or wear't the heau'n that here his power difplayd : 
 
 And for his Queene, and Goddeffe tooke defpight, 
 
 In fo vile place to fee her image layd : 
 
 (For fame as yet vncertaine doth endight, 
 
 Where this, or mans, or Gods worke may be fayd) 
 
 Godly it is that zeale and godlineffe, 
 
 Of man giue place, and hit heau'ns deede confeffe. 
 
 The King doth caufe with fearch importuneft, 
 
 Ech houfe, ech Church, view'd and review'd to bee, 
 
 And him that hides, or maketh manifeft 
 
 The theefe, or theft, proffers great paine, and fee : 
 
 Th'enchaunter giues to all his arts no reft, 
 
 To hunt the truth, but all in vaine hunts hee, 
 
 Fro where from heau'n or earth the practife came, 
 Heau'n clofe it kept, to this Enchaunters fliame. 
 
 G 3 But 
 
 30 
 
SECONDG. 
 
 But when the cruell king faw venefpyde, 
 That which he deem'd the faithfuls only feat, 
 Gainft them a fellon hate he tooke, and fryde 
 In wrath, and age immoderate and great, 
 Refpe6l he quite forgets, what fo betyde, 
 Vengeance he'l take, and quench his furies heat : 
 Th'vnknown theefe (fayth he) fhall yet be flaine 
 In common wracke, nor my wrath tane in vaine. 
 
 So that the guiltie be not fau'd, let die 
 The iuft and innocent, but which is iuft ? 
 Ech blame deferues, nor mongft them all fee I 
 So much as one, whom w r e as friend may truft ; 
 If fome with this new fault haue none ally, 
 It ferues old faults abuy new penance muft, 
 Vp vp my loyals, vp in hand goe take 
 Both fire & fword, burn, & huge {laughter make. 
 
 So he his folke befpake, when forth ech where, 
 Straightwayes this fame amongft the faithfull flyes, 
 Who grew aftonifht, fo doth them the feare 
 Of death in eye now prefent quite furpryze, 
 Nor is there one that dew excufe, or preyre, 
 Or iuft defence, or flight, once dares or tryes. 
 But thefe fo faint, and vnrefolu'd of mind, 
 Where leafl they hoped, did their fafetie find. 
 
 Amongft them was a mayd of maidenhed 
 To ripeneffe growne, of high and noble thought : 
 Of bewtie rare, but bewtie valewed, 
 Or nought or fole, for it to vertue brought 
 Accompt, moft priz'd becaufe ftraight cabyned, 
 Twixt wals her prices great to hide fhe fought. 
 And of her wooers vnbepran6t and fole, 
 Both from the laud, and from the lookes fhe ftole. 
 
 But 
 
 31 
 
CANTO 
 
 But guard is none that wholy can conceale, 
 Bevvtie of worth likt and admirde to be, 
 Nor loue confent will giue, but it reueale 
 Vnto a young mans hote defires doth hee 
 Loue that now blinde, now Argos, now with vaile 
 Doft blind thine eyes, now open wide doft fee, 
 Thou through a thoufand watchers into chaft 
 Maides lodgings others fight conueyed haft. 
 
 Sofronia fhee, Olindo he hath name, 
 One Citie both, and one faith both they haue, 
 For modeft he, for faire fhe carries fame, 
 Defire much, little hope, nought he doth craue, 
 Nor can it fhow, or dares not do the fame, 
 And flie or fcornes, or feeth not, or gaue 
 
 No femblance, fo till then par thrall he peakt, 
 Or not feene, or ill knowne, or fmally reakt. 
 
 This while runnes out the bruit, how there is preft 
 A wretched (laughter of this feely flocke : 
 Shee that is equall noble and honeft, 
 Bethinkes what way to fhield them from the fhocke 
 Valiance her great minde moues, fhame it arreft, 
 And maidens modeftie doth thwart a blocke. 
 Valiance orecomes, rather accordes, whiles fhe 
 Shamefaft her felfe, fhame valiant makes to be. 
 
 This maide alone through preace of vulgar went, 
 Bewty fhe couers not, nor fets to fight, 
 Shadow'd her eyes, in vayle her bodie pent, 
 With manner coy, yet coy in noble plight : 
 I note where car'de, or careleffe ornament, 
 Where chance, or art her faireft countnance dight. 
 Friended by heau'ns, by nature, and by loue, 
 Her meere neglects moft artificiall proue. 
 
 H Lookt 
 
 3-' 
 
SECONDO. 
 
 Lookt on by ech the ftately Ladie goes, 
 But lookes on none, and to the King fhe came, 
 Nor for he angry feemes, one fbeppe fhe flowes, 
 But his grim fight fearlefie endures the Dame. 
 I come my Lord, fayeth fhe, (your wrath forclofe 
 The while I pray, and your people reclame) 
 I come to fhow, and to you bound to gieue 
 The wight you feeke, and did you fo aggrieue. 
 
 At t'honeft boldneffe, at the vnforethought 
 Glympes of her bewtie, ftately and diuine, 
 As if confufde, as conquer'd he were cought, 
 He bridles rage, and lterne looke doth incline : 
 Had he a mind ; or fhe a countnance brought 
 Ought leffe feuere, loue had him fnar'd in line. 
 But wayward bewtie, wayward hart to moue 
 Serues farre vnfit, kindnes is bait of loue. 
 
 T'was ftonifhment, 'twas rareneffe, t'was delite, 
 If t'were not loue that ftir'd his villaine hart : 
 Declare (fays he) the whole, no farder fmite 
 Shall any fword to Chriften peoples fmart : 
 Then fhe here ftandes the guiltie of thy fpite, 
 This hande (O King) did play this theeuifh part, 
 Th'image I tooke away, and I am fhe, 
 That fo thou feekft, and punifht ought to be. 
 
 Thus to the publicke fate her hautie hed 
 She offered, and fole on her it tooke : 
 Moft noble lye, when fo embellifhed, 
 As thee t'exceede, can truth felfe euer looke ? 
 Sufpenft a while and not fo fodaine led 
 To wrath, this Tyrant fierce patience forfooke, 
 Then he reioyns thereto, I will thou fhow, 
 Who did aduife, and who did helpe beftow. 
 
 33 
 
 Of 
 
CANTO 
 
 Of this my glorie I would not pertake 
 One onely myte to any elfe (fhe fayd) 
 My felfe I fole did hereto priuie make, 
 My felfe fole counfaile gaue, fole gaue I ayde : 
 Then on thee fole (he out replying brake) 
 Shall all the wrath of my reuenge be layde : 
 Tis iuft (quoth fhe) to me it fo pertaynes, 
 At honour fole, fole will I be in paynes. 
 
 Frefh rage in Tyrant then beginnes accrew, 
 And asketh her : where is the image hid ? 
 Not hid (quoth fhe) but I in fire it threw, 
 To fire the fame moft prayfefull deeme I did : 
 For fo at leaft, that myfcreants hands a new 
 Might worke it farder wrong, all feare I rid. 
 
 Seeke you the theefe, or feeke you (Sir) the theft, 
 Her here you fee, that aye from fight is reft. 
 
 Albe nor mine is theft, nor theefe am I, 
 Tis iuft regayn'd, that wrongfully was got : 
 The hearing this doth force the Tyrant gry, 
 With threatfull found, and raynes to wrath allot : 
 Noble vifage, hart fhamefaft, ftomach hye, 
 Now out may hope of finding pardon blot : 
 And loue in vaine againft fo cruell wrake, 
 Of deintie bewtie feekes a fhield to make. 
 
 Arrefted, and condemned is that faire 
 Dame, by that fellon King, in flames to die, 
 And now her vayle and mantle chafte they teare 
 Away, and with hard wythes armes tender tye : 
 She filent ftands, and ftill ftout hart doth beare, 
 No whit difmayd, though fomewhat moou'd therby, 
 And her faire face is taynted with a hew, 
 That doth not paleneffe, but a whitneffe (hew. 
 
 H 3 Now 
 
 34 
 
SECONDO. 
 
 Now this great cafe is knowne, and thither packt 
 Huge preace of people, and Olindo came : 
 The perfon doubtfull is, certaine the fact, 
 He came as deeming it might be his Dame, 
 When as the primer faire he found in act 
 Not of accufde, but caft to be the fame. 
 And Sergeants bufie bout hard office fpide, 
 Therewith he headlong fhooues the preffe afide. 
 
 And cryes (0 King) fhe is not guiltie, fhe 
 Not of this theft, through folly vaunts fhe it, 
 She thought it not, fhe durffc it not : who fee 
 Did e're lone woman, and vnskild commit 
 Such act ? could watch by her beguiled be ? 
 Had flie to fteale the facred image wit ? 
 
 If yes, tell how ? my Lord, my felf it was, 
 
 So loue not louing loued he alas. 
 
 He added then, I there where aire, and day, 
 Your ftately builded Mefchite in doth let, 
 By night vp clammerd, and ech vncouth way 
 Affaying, through that narrow hole did get : 
 Mine only is this prayfe, me onely flay 
 You ought, nor (he vfurpe my penall det, 
 
 Mine are thefe chaines, for me you are too light, 
 Thefe flames, this pile, is none but mine of right 
 
 Sofronia rnildely lifting vp her fight, 
 With eyes of pittie looketh him vpon, 
 Whereto comeft thou, O wretched guiltles wight ? 
 What counfaile, or what furie leades thee on ? 
 Or drawes thee foorth ? without thee want I might, 
 To beare the waight of humaine wrath alone ? 
 I eke haue hart that thinkes for once to die, 
 It felfe can ferue and craues no companie. 
 
 She 
 
 35 
 
CANTO 
 
 She louer fo befpake, but not difpofe 
 Him can, t'vnfay his words, or change his minde ; 
 Oh rare example where contention growes 
 Twixt noble vertue, and a loue as kinde, 
 Where winners onely price is life to lofe, 
 And harme of vanquifht is fafetie to finde, 
 But feller waxt the king that fhe and he, 
 Ech to condemne themfelues fo conftant be. 
 
 He thinkes himfelfe fcorned by them to fee, 
 Who for defpiting him, defpife the paynes : 
 Beleeue we both (he fayes) both I agree, 
 Shall winne, but couqueft fuch as beft pertaynes : 
 To Sergeants then he beckes, that readie bee 
 The youth to binde with their prepared chaynes. 
 Both to one flake they tye, and fo them place, 
 As backe to backe is turn'd, not face to face. 
 
 Then was the pile fram'd vp above them round, 
 And now the bellowes kindle ginnes the flame, 
 When as the youth to layes of dolefull found 
 Brake, and befpake his fellow tyed Dame, 
 Is this the cord I hoped mould haue bound 
 Vs two copemates of life ? and is this fame 
 The fire I deemed fhould in ech our hart, 
 An equall heat of equall flames impart ? 
 
 Flames other, other knots loue promifed, 
 But diffrent much, our hard lot doth prepare, 
 Farre, ah too farre, it earft vs fundered, 
 And bitter now conioynes in dying care, 
 It likes me yet fince I am deftyned, 
 So flrange a death, this flake with thee to (hare : 
 That bed I did not, thy fate forrow I, 
 And not mine owne, fince by thy fide I die. 
 
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SECONDO. 
 
 And oh moft happy death that could betide ! 
 Oh fortunate thefe fweeteft torments mine ! 
 If I obtaine that breaft to breaft allyde, 
 My foule breath out into that mouth of thine, 
 And thee with me, fo deaths felfe inftant guyde, 
 As thy laft fighes thou into me refigne : 
 So fayd he playning, fhe againe replyes 
 Sweetly, and with thefe words doth him aduife. 
 
 Friend other thoughts, and plaints of other kind, 
 For caufe more vrgent this time doth require, 
 Bethinke you of your finnes, and call to mind 
 What God he is, who good giues ample hire, 
 Suffer for him, fo paynes fweet ihall you find, 
 And glad to the fupernal feat afpire : 
 
 Behold how faire heau'n fhowes, the funne behold 
 You feemes t'inuite, and comforts to vnfold. 
 
 The Painims left their playning voyce aloft, 
 And faithfull plaine, but in a lower found, 
 I wot nere wot vnufed earft, and foft, 
 To kings hard hart, feemes hath a paffage found, 
 Him it foretels, and fcornes, nor will be broft 
 To bend, but turnes his eyes, and left the ground, 
 Thou fole Sofronia doft not pertake 
 This common dole, nor plaint doft playned make. 
 
 In fuch their plight a Knight comes ryding loe, 
 (For fo they gheffe) of goodly worth and port, 
 Whom ftranger by the armes and tire they tro, 
 That from farre parts, now thither made refort : 
 The Tygre which on helme for creft doth fhow, 
 Drawes on ech eye, as badge of rare report, 
 Abridge in battaile by Clorinda vfde, 
 They think it's (he, nor is their thought abufde. 
 
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 Of womens fafhions and their vfuall guife, 
 Eu'n from her greeneft years ilie takes difdaine, 
 Proud hand doth with Arachnes worke defpife, 
 With Spindle, or with needle it felfe to fbaine : 
 Gay clothing, and clofe cabbanes eke fhe flyes, 
 For goodnes eu'n in fields may fafe remaine : 
 
 She amies with pride her looke, and holds a bent, 
 Sterne it to make, yet fterne it doth content. 
 
 Tender as yet with daintie hand fhe ftraines, 
 And flips the raines vnto fome courfer braue, 
 She handles fpeare, and fword in armes fhe traines, 
 Enduring breath, and lims enur'd to haue : 
 Then through the wildeft woods, and on mountaines 
 Chafe to the Lions fierce, and Beares fhe gaue, 
 She warre enfewes, in which, and in forreaffcs, 
 Men fauage her, man her deeme fauage beafls. 
 
 From Perfian Realmes me hither iourneyed, 
 That Chriftens to her power refift fhe may, 
 Albe tofore their members fcattered 
 She had in fields, and mixt their bloud with fea, 
 Now here arriu'd, firft fight was offered 
 Of thofe, who debt to death were preft to pay, 
 Willing to fee, and know what fault did force 
 Them to fuch end, fhe forward fpurres her horfe. 
 
 The preace giues place, fhe doth fome flay pretend, 
 The tyed paire more neerely to furuay : 
 She markes t'one filent, t'other fighes out fend, 
 And fexe leffe flrong more courage to difplay : 
 She fees him wayle, as one that pittie bends, 
 Not dole, or dole not for himfelfe doth fway. 
 And filent her, with eyes fo fixt on sky, 
 As parted hence, fhe feemes before fhe dy. 
 
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 Clorinda moody grew, and griefe doth take 
 For both their fakes, and teares her vifage taint, 
 Yet more bemones her that no mone doth make, 
 The filence moues her more, leffe the complaint ; 
 Without long ftay a man fhe thus befpake, 
 Whofe haire old age did with new colour paint, 
 Ah tell me what are thefe, and to this death 
 What fate, or fault of theirs them condu6leth ? 
 
 So him fhe prayd, and he fhort anfwered, 
 But full expreft what fhe to learne was bent : 
 She wonders much, and foone imagined, 
 That both thefe wights were equall innocent : 
 Straight to forbid their death fhe purpofed, 
 So farre as pray re, or force could make extent, 
 She nyres the flame, fhe bids take it away, 
 (That fafh approcht) and doth to Sergeants fay : 
 
 Not one amongft you once fo hardy bee, 
 This office hard, yet harder to purfew, 
 Till with the King I fpeake, and truft you mee, 
 This lingring fhall none your annoyance brew : 
 The Sergeants yeeld, as moued much to fee, 
 That her fo flately port, and royall hew, 
 
 Then to the king fhe goes, and met him there 
 Midway, he going likewife towards her. 
 
 I am (quoth fhe) Clorinda, you my name 
 Perhaps haue heard, and for defence 
 Of our beliefe, and of your raygne I came 
 Like preft for ech exploit : do you difpence 
 What I fhall vndertake, I neither fhame 
 The bafe, nor dread of higheft daunts my fence, 
 Will you in open field, or will you vfe 
 My feruice clofde in walles ? I none refufe. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 She peac'd : what land fo wide, the king replyes, 
 From AJia ftandes, or from the courfe of Sunne, 
 Where (glorious maide) thy honour great not flyes, 
 Or where thy fame hath not arriuall wonne ? 
 Now that thy fword his edge with mine allyes, 
 My feare is paft, and comfort is begunne, 
 Not if an armie great my part mould take, 
 My hope more fured could that army make. 
 
 Now now, me feemes, Godfrey beyond his dew 
 Protra6les the time, and where you pleafe, demaund 
 Employd to be, fole fit I deeme for you 
 Exploytes, where hazard hath moft honour pawnd, 
 To you the charge of all my martiall crew 
 I here affigne : tis law what you commaund : 
 So fpake the king, fhe courteous money payes, 
 Of thankes for praife, and then thus farder fayes. 
 
 A ftrange cafe may it feeme to ech ones fenfe, 
 That feruice vnperform'd fhould guerdon haue : 
 Your bounty yet me cheeres, for recompence 
 Of feruice ment, thofe two condemn'd I craue : 
 Though if the fault do want fure euidence, 
 T'was cruell reafon that fuch iudgement gaue : 
 But this I filence, and I filence fignes 
 Expreffe, through which their innocency mines. 
 
 I only fay ech one holdes vaine to doubt, 
 That Chriftians haue this image ftolne away, 
 But from you I diffent, ne am without 
 Sound reafon, whereon this my gheaffe I flay : 
 Th'enchanter, who this pra£tife went about, 
 A pranke vnreu'rend gainft our law did play, 
 
 It not befeemes to make our Church a neaft 
 
 For Idols, and for others Idols leaft. 
 
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SECONDO. 
 
 To Mahound rather I impute aboue 
 This ftraungy miracle, and he it wrought, 
 To mew into his temples did behooue, 
 No new defilde religion be brought : 
 Let I/men his enchauntments vtmoft prooue, 
 He that in ftead of armes with charmes hath fought : 
 To handle fteele is of vs Knights the fcope, 
 This is our trade, this is our only hope. 
 
 This fayd, fhe ceaft, and though an irefull hart 
 To pittie hardly can be drawne, yet would 
 The King her gratifie, and reafon part 
 Perfwades, part fway of her intreatie could 
 Him moue : haue they of life, and freedome mart, 
 (Quoth he) no nay, finde fuch an asker mould. 
 Be it pardon, or be it iuflice dew, 
 Guiltleffe I quit, guiltie I giue them you. 
 
 So were they looz'd of all haps happiefl, 
 The fate was certes, that Olinda prou'd : 
 What a£t could fhow that in a noble brefl, 
 Loue in the end another loue hath mou'd ? 
 From flake to wedding goes he, Spowfe addreft, 
 Of one condemn'd, not fole of louer lou'd : 
 
 He would with her haue dyed, her will doth giue, 
 Since with her he dyed not, with him to Hue. 
 
 But this fufpitious King doth parlous iudge, 
 
 So great vnited vertuous neighbour-hed : 
 
 And giues fbraight charge that both to exile trudge, 
 
 Beyond the bounds that Iury lymited : 
 
 Then following his earft refolued grudge, 
 
 Some faithfull he confines, fome banifhed : 
 
 Oh ! how the auncient fyres, furpryz'd with woe, 
 Their tender younglings, and fweete beds forgoe ? 
 
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CANTO 
 
 (A feu'rance hard) he driues them fole away, 
 
 That ftrong of bodie, and are flout of mind, 
 
 But pawnd as hoftages, doth force to flay 
 
 The milder Sexe, and weaker yeares behind : 
 
 Many went wandring, fome the rebels play, 
 
 Who more then feare could quench, anger doth tind, 
 
 Thefe ioynd with Frankes y and them encountered, 
 
 Selfe-day when they Ernaus entered. 
 
 Emails is a Citie, which fmall fpace 
 Doth from royall Hierufalem depriue, 
 And he that for his pleafure walkes foft pace, 
 Parting at morne, may there at nine arriue : 
 Oh ! how to Frankes this newes feemes full of grace, 
 Oh ! how their longing doth to hafting driue ? 
 But for the Sunne was now from South declinde, 
 The Captaine there to pitch his tents afsignde. 
 
 And pitcht they were, and Phebus foftring light, 
 From Ocean were remou'd but little fpace, 
 When two great Barons in fcrange vefture dight, 
 And of a port as ftrange, approach in place : 
 Their fafhions framed to a peacefull plight, 
 Witneffe of Captaines friends they beare a face : 
 Ambaffadours from great Egyptian king, 
 They come, and ftore of Squires, and Pages bring. 
 
 Aletes is the one, from worthies rabble 
 Mongft bafeft commons dregs who vp did fpring : 
 Yet him to kingdoms higheft honours able, 
 Did thefe : a fpeech, fly, currant, carrying 
 Fafhions pliant, demeanure variable, 
 In faining prompt, skilfull in coufening : 
 A biter at the backe by fuch quaint wayes, 
 As when he carpeth moft, he feemes to prayfe. 
 
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 The tother is Circafsian Argant cald, 
 Who ftranger firft, did court of Egypt haunt, 
 But now is mongft th'imperiall nobles ftald, 
 And may of martiall chiefe preferments vaunt : 
 Vntreatable, vnpatient, vnappald, 
 In armes lineleffe, and peereleffe valiaunt : 
 Defpifer of ech God, alike as one 
 That law and right fets in his fword alone. 
 
 Thefe crauing audience, ftraight vnto the fight 
 Of famous Godfrey, by admittance drew, 
 Whom on low feat, and in meane vefture dight, 
 Sitting amidft his Coronets they view : 
 But very valure, though in reckleffe plight, 
 Doth to it felfe fufficing grace accrew. 
 
 A rgant sl figne but flight of honour fparde, 
 As one of great eftate, and fmall reguarde. 
 
 But right hand layd Aletes on his breft, 
 
 And bow'd his head, and caft to ground his eyes, 
 
 And honour'd him in eu'ry fort at beft, 
 
 As of his nation can import the guife : 
 
 Then he began, and from his mouth fweeteft 
 
 Riuers of eloquence flow hony-wife. 
 
 And for the Frankes, now Sirian fpeech had learnd, 
 That which he fayd, was perfectly difcernd. 
 
 O worthy fole, whom deigne may to obey 
 This famous troop of ech Heroicke Knight, 
 Who conquefts pafl, & Realmes that now they fway, 
 Knowledge as your, and your aduices right, 
 Within Alcides boundes your name to ftay 
 Brookes not, but eu'n mongft vs takes farder flight, 
 And fame hath through ech part of Egypt fpred 
 The tidings cleare of your great manlihed. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Nor of fo many any one not lent, 
 (As men to maruailes vfe) hath liftning eare, 
 But them, my king, not with aftonifhment 
 Alone, but with like great delight doth heare, 
 And glad in their report oft time hath fpent, 
 Louing in you, what they enuy and feare. 
 He loues your valure, and doth free elecT: 
 With you to ioyne in loue, if not in fe£l. 
 
 So faire occafion him doth onward guide, 
 With you of friendfhip and of peace to treat, 
 And that ech fure may reft to other tyde, 
 If faith cannot, let vertue worke it yeat : 
 But for he learnes, you force of armes prouide, 
 His friende to chafe from out his royall feat. 
 He chofe ere any farder harm might growe, 
 We fhould you make his mind at full to knowe. 
 
 His mind is this, if pleafde you will remaine, 
 With what the warre already yours hath made, 
 Nor Iury feeke, nor th'other parts t'obtaine, 
 Which he with fauour of his raigne doth made : 
 He promife plights you to affure againe, 
 Your yet not fettled rule, if double blade 
 Of yours be ioynde, the hope is out of date, 
 For Turkes or Perjians to regaine eftate. 
 
 My Lord, great things in final fpace haue you wrought 
 Which in obliuion long age cannot caft, 
 Armies, Cities vanquifht, deftroyd to nought, 
 Wayes earft vntrode, diftreffes ouerpafl : 
 So by your fame to fright, and ftoyning brought 
 Are Realmes about, both farre and neerely plaft. 
 And though more kingdomes reft as yet to gaine, 
 To gaine more glory you afpire in vaine. 
 
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 Your glory higheft top hath wonne, tis dew 
 Henceforth you fly of warre the doubtful chaunce, 
 By winning you can onely ftate accrew, 
 But no way more your glory ought aduaunce, 
 Where all is loft that earft you did fubdew, 
 And honour too, if Fortune looke askaunce : 
 Tis game of Fortune, fond and bold away, 
 Gainft fmall vncertaine, certaine much to play. 
 
 But fomes aduice, whom it perhaps imports, 
 That others farder conquefhs theirs affure, 
 And end to ech attempt that lucky forts, 
 And that inftin<5l which feruent doth enure, 
 High flaming harts to more and more efforts, 
 Whereby thral'd people may their yoke endure : 
 Will (peraduenture) make you fly as farre 
 From hauing peace, as others do the warre. 
 
 They will exhort you to enfew the way, 
 That is by fate fo largely opened, 
 And not afide this famous fword to lay, 
 Whofe edge hath conqueft ftill ascertained, 
 Till Mahonnds feci; be brought to full decay, 
 Till Afia be quite abandoned : 
 
 Sweete things to heare, entrappings very fweet, 
 Which yet not feel'd extreameft dammage meet. 
 
 But if that courage blindfold not your fight, 
 Nor in you darken reafons cleared ray, 
 You fhall perceiue in making choice to fight, 
 Well feare of much, but little hope you may : 
 For Fortune here below oft changeth plight, 
 While haps now good, now bad do ioy or fray. 
 And thofe who ouer high and hafty flye, 
 To fteepeft downefals come the fooner nye. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Tell me if to thy dammage Egypt rife, 
 In gold, in armes, in counfell great of might, 
 If Perjian, Tzcrke, Cajfans fonne likewife 
 Confpirde in one, hap to renew the fight, 
 What force gainft fuch a fury can fuffize ? 
 What place giue fcape to fuch a parlous plight ? 
 May be you on the Greekes lewd king afne, 
 Whom facred league of cou'nants doth allie. 
 
 Who knoweth not in Greeks what faith there raincs ? 
 Yet by one treafon gheffe the refidew, 
 Nay by a thoufand, for with thoufand traines 
 Brewd hath your bane, that myfer faithleffe crew, 
 Then who to flop your paffage earfl tooke paines, 
 Prepares he now his life to fpend for you ? 
 
 Who bare high wayes common to all that liue, 
 Denide, will he his proper bloud you giue ? 
 
 May be you placed haue your hope alone 
 In bandes, of which this circuit maketh ihowe, 
 And whom difperft you vanquifht, knit in one, 
 Now eke affoone to ouercome you trowe, 
 Though of your troopes that ftore is fcald and gone 
 Through wars and want, your felfe do fee and knowe. 
 And though new foes againft you frill encreafe, 
 Egyptians, Perfians, Turkes, a hugy preafe. 
 
 But as thing fatall grant we this pretence, 
 That neuer weapon fhall your force fubdew, 
 Graunt that the heau'ns thereof giue euidence, 
 And as your felfe expound, fo be it trew, 
 Yet famine fhall you vanquifh : what defence ? 
 What refuge gainft this ill (for God) haue you ? 
 Againft this fet your launce in reft, go trie 
 Your fword, and faine your felfe the vi6lorie. 
 
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 The fields about burnt and deftroy'd to nought, 
 Hath the inhabitants fore-feeing hand, 
 And to clofde walles, and to high turrets rought, 
 And ftowd their fruites ere you approacht the land, 
 Now you that (hardy) haue them hither brought, 
 Whence hope you feede, ech foot and horfed band ? 
 Yoo'll fay our Nauy fhall vs vittailes fend, 
 And doth your liuing then on windes depend ? 
 
 And doth your fortune then commaund the windes ? 
 And bind and looze them, as you beft may pleafe ? 
 The Sea whom ech at plaints, and prayers findes, 
 Still deafe, fole heres it you ? fole you obeyes ? 
 Or when a league the Turke, or Perfian bindes 
 With warlicke force of ours, then cannot thefe 
 Affembly make of fuch a mightie fleete, 
 As is t'oppofe againft your Nauie meete ? 
 
 My Lord, a double victorie you neede, 
 If you expect the honour of this warre, 
 Whereas one onely loffe will doubtles breede 
 Great fhame to you, but dammage greater farre, 
 For if then yours, our Nauie better fpeede, 
 Foorthwith in Campe you hunger-ftarued are : 
 And if your loffe light on the land, in vaine 
 Your fhipping fhall a fruitleffe conqueft gaine. 
 
 Now if in this eftate you yet refufe 
 A peace and truce with great Egyptian King, 
 (Pardon and truth) to other your vertues 
 This your counfaile is no way anfwering : 
 But heau'ns vouchfafe that newer thoughts you chufe 
 If old liktwarre, and diuers end they bring, 
 That Afias waylments fo take breath at laft, 
 And of your conquefts you the fruit may taft. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Nor you, who of the perill and the paines, 
 And of the glory are with him confort, 
 Be not fo farre mif-led by fortunes traines, 
 That to new warres fhe powerfull you exhort : 
 But like the Pilot, who from fea, where raignes 
 Mif-hap, hath brought his fhip to wifhed port : 
 So flrike you now the fayles you hoyfed hie, 
 And do no more in ruthleffe flouds affie. 
 
 Aletes peac'd, his fpeech doth ftraight enfew, 
 A murmur foft of that Heroicke race, 
 And well their actions difdainefull (hew, 
 How much againft their bent his tale did trace : 
 The generall about him cafles his view, 
 And his lookes thrice or fouretimes in the face, 
 And then his eye on tothers countnance ftayd, 
 Who anfwere did attend, and thus he fayd. 
 
 Your Kings meffage fweetly you haue expreft, 
 Part with a milde, and part with threatfull grace, 
 If I in loue, or deedes in price doe reft 
 With him, t'is kinde, and I his loue embrace : 
 But where (Ambaffadour) you do proteft 
 Vnited warre of Painims in this cafe, 
 I anfwere will, as ftill mine vfe affordes, 
 Franke fenfes in as fingle meaning wordes. 
 
 Know that till now, thus much we fuffered 
 At fea, on land, by day, and in the night, 
 Only a way to haue recouered, 
 To facred walles of moft refpecled fight, 
 That merit might with God be fauoured, 
 Of freeing them from fuch hard thralled plight : 
 Nor can he grieuous feeme for fo good end, 
 This worldy honour, life, and raigne to fpend. 
 
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SECONDO. 
 
 For no ambitious bent or couetife 
 
 To this exployt edgde on, or vs addreft : 
 
 Purge from our breads, O father of the skies, 
 
 So difmall plague if it in any neft, 
 
 Ne fuffer it may fpread infecting wife 
 
 Sweete venom, which bids death, as pleafures ghuefl, 
 But let his hand that hardeft harts gently 
 Doth pierce, them both vnftone and mollifie. 
 
 This hand vs rayfd, this hath vs forward led, 
 From perils vs, from vs rcmouing ftayes, 
 This playnes the hils, and dries ech riuers bed, 
 The Summers heat and Winters cold allayes, 
 Calmes flouds of Sea, with tempers billowed, 
 This faft and loofe with windes in Lybume playes : 
 From it are higheft: walls pierft and reuerft, 
 From it the armed rankes flaine and difperft. 
 
 Courage from it, from it our hope doth breed, 
 
 Not from our forces, frayle and tyred out, 
 
 Not from our Nauie, nor from thofe, whom feed 
 
 Doth Greece, nor from the armes of Frankifh rout : 
 
 Let that not faile, nor vs forfake at neede, 
 
 All other wants we leffe then nothing doubt : 
 
 Who knowes how this defends, and how it ftrikes, 
 Like this ho fuccour for his perill likes. 
 
 But if through fecret iudgement he denie, 
 Or for our fmnes the aide from him we craue, 
 Who ift of vs will there a buriall flie ? 
 Where earft our God his bodie layd in graue ? 
 Die will we, nor the liuing ought enuie, 
 Die will we, nor our death vnuenged haue, 
 Nor AJia fhall at our mifchance reioice, 
 Nor ours our death, mone with one wailing voice. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Thinke not that we flie farre from peacefull eafe, 
 As mortall warre-men fled and feared fee : 
 Much would the friend (hip of your king vs pleafe, 
 Nor with him to ally ought grieuous bee, 
 But where or no, Iury his rule obeyes, 
 You know, why then thereof fuch care hath hee ? 
 Strange Realmes to winne let him vs not gainefay, 
 And his fafe, glad, in peace long mote he fway. 
 
 So anfwer'd he, and this his anfwere knowne, 
 Pearft Argants hart with pricking furious, 
 Nor it conceald he, but with lips vp blowne, 
 Forth to the Captaine fteps, replying thus : 
 Who lift not peace, warre take he as his owne, 
 For ftore of brawles was neuer penurous : 
 
 And well you (how that farre from peace you flie, 
 Since our firft fpeech you cannot pacific 
 
 Then by the edge he doth his mantle take, 
 He bowes it, plaites it, reacheth towards him 
 The plait, and to thefe farder fpeeches brake, 
 More than tofore, of vifage fpitefull grim : 
 
 thou that fcorne of hardeft brunts doth make ! 
 
 1 peace and warre bring in this plaited brim, 
 Thine be the choice, thy felf well counfell now, 
 And ftaileffe take, which thou doft beft allow. 
 
 At this fierce a<5t, and fpeech they all betooke 
 Themfelues to call for warre, conioyn'd in cry, 
 Nor ftay could for their noble Chiefetaine brooke, 
 That Godfrey in his owne words might reply : 
 He fell vnfolds the plait, and mantle fhooke, 
 And fayd, to mortall warre I you defye : 
 He fayd it in fo fierce and fellon fort, 
 That feem'd he op'ned lames Temple port. 
 
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 Seem'd he the plait op'ning, thence haled came 
 Befotted rage, and difcord crueller!:, 
 And in his skowling eyes bigge torches flame, 
 Of hags Ale6lo and Megera reft, 
 That Giant earft, who rayfd that loftie frame 
 Of errour gainft the heauens, may fuch be gheft : 
 And in fuch femblant him faw Babel great 
 Vaunce vp his forehead, and the ftarres to threat. 
 
 Godfrey adioynes, now to your King refort, 
 And bid him come, and bid him haft a pace, 
 For we except your threatned warres effort, 
 And if he come not, looke he in fhort fpace 
 For vs at JVy/e, in milde and gratefull fort, 
 Them licence giue, and with choice guifts them grace 
 He doth, Aletes hath a helme of price, 
 Which mongft the bootie he had wonne at Nice. 
 
 A fword he Argant giues of gold and ftone, 
 The hilts and pommell wrought fo curiouily 
 By workmans skill, that valew there is none 
 In that rich fubftance, if with forme it try : 
 When his long bufie fight had skand vpon 
 The temper, richneffe, trymming thoroughly, 
 Argant to Bolleyn fayd, foone fhall you newes 
 Heare, how your guift I haue the skill to vfe. 
 
 Then leaue receiu'd he to his fellowe fpake, 
 Now will we ech of vs a diuers way, 
 I to Hierufalem, you t' 'Egypt take, 
 You with new Sunne, I with the nightly ray, 
 My letter or my prefence nothing make, 
 Ought needfull whither you are faring may : 
 Beare you the anfwer backe, hence I depart 
 Will not where is of arms proclaymd a mart. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Thus of a meflenger he growes a foe, 
 Be it timeleffe, or a ripened haft, 
 Where law of Nations he offend or no, 
 Or old vfe breake, no doubts he lift to caft, 
 Anfwere not reakt : friended by filence fo 
 O twinckling ftarres, of thofe high walles he paft, 
 Brooking no ftoppe, the t'other eke that ftayd, 
 What ere might linger, makes as ill apayd. 
 
 Now was it night, when in deepe reft enrold 
 Are waues & windes, and mute the world doth mow, 
 Weari'd the beafts, and thofe that bottome hold, 
 Of billow'd Sea, and of moyft ftreames that flow, 
 And who are lodgde in caue, or pend in fold, 
 And painted flyers in obliuion low, 
 Vnder their fecret horrours filenced, 
 Stilled their cares, and their harts fuppelled. 
 
 But neyther faithfuls Campe, nor Francks Chieftaine 
 Betake themfelues to fleepe, nor t'eafe apply, 
 So much they long to fee once mine againe 
 Th'expected gladfome dawning in the sky : 
 That it may fliow the way, and guide the traine 
 To towne, where doth of their great paffage lye 
 The bound, now and now prying if there peere 
 One ray, or darke of night beginne to cleere. 
 
 The end of the fecond Song. 
 
 The 
 
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THE THIRD SONG. 
 
 Awnyng th'Embaffadreffe was 
 
 ris'ne from bed, 
 Tydings to beare, how now grey 
 
 morne annies, 
 The whiles me trimmes her felfe 
 
 and golden hed 
 Beflowres with Rofes culd in Pa- 
 radize, 
 
 When from the Campe to armes which buskelled, 
 Doth voice of murmur fhrill and loftie rife, 
 
 And Trumpets blaft preuents, Trupets now found 
 Then earfl, more cheerfull & more cleare of found. 
 
 Th'aduifed Chieftaine with a gentle bit 
 Guideth, and feconds their fo bent defire 
 To turne the courfe more eafie feemeth hit, 
 Of winding waue that rouls Caribdis nire, 
 Or Boreas when at Sea he fhips doth flit, 
 Or fcoures Mount Penine backe to make retire. 
 
 He rancks them, leades them, & alone them fwayes 
 Swiftly, but fwiftnes fuch as order ftayes. 
 
 Winges to ech heart, winges to ech heele are tide, 
 Nor his fo fpeedie march the Souldier knowes, 
 But when the Sunne with glowing beames had fride 
 The chapped fieldes, and now to height arofe : 
 Behold Hicrufalem t'appeare is fpide, 
 Behold Hiernfalem ech finger fhowes, 
 Behold in one a thoufand voices meete, 
 And all Hiernfalem are heard to greete. 
 
 So 
 
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CANTO 
 
 So hardy ging of Marriners forth blowne, 
 In venture to deskry fome ftraungy fhore, 
 Who in wild Seas, and vnder Pole vnknowne, 
 Proue waues deceitfull, and windes faithles more : 
 If eye at laft the coaft defirde can owne, 
 With glad fhowt gre'th it, their approach tofore, 
 And t'one to t'other fhowes it, and forgets 
 Old noyfe, the while and all orepaffed lets. 
 
 To pleafure great which fight thus firft affixt, 
 Did breath moft fweetly into eu'ry bred, 
 Succeedes a deepe contrition, that doth mixt 
 With fearfull, reuerend affection reft, 
 Scarce dare they looke vp now and then betwixt, 
 To towne which Chrift as his choice bowre poffeft. 
 Where he deceaft, where he was buryed, 
 Where he with limmes himfelfe new parelled. 
 
 Lowe accents, filent words, broken fobbings, 
 And fearefull fighings of this warlike rout, 
 Mingling at once both ioyes and forrowings, 
 A murmur make whirle in the aire about, 
 As in thicke forrefts heard are foft whifllings, (out : 
 When through the bowes the wind breathes calmely 
 Or as amongft the rockes, or neere the ihore, 
 The driuen waue doth hiffe and hoarfely rore. 
 
 Bare footed ech, him to the way addreft, 
 For Dukes example mooues the refidew : 
 Trimming of filke or gold, proud plume, or creft, 
 Not one there is, who not from head withdrew : 
 All do their hearts of ftately thoughts deueft, 
 And cheekes with skalding teares deuout embrew : 
 Yet as to plaint foreclofed were the way, 
 Ech gainft himfelfe doth this accufall lay. 
 
 N 3 Then 
 
 54 
 
TERZO. 
 
 Then where thou with a thoufand ftreames, Lord, 
 Bloody didft leaue the earth befprinckelled, 
 Of bitter plaints at fo grieuous record, 
 Leaft wife two quicke-fprings now can I not fhed, 
 O frozen hart ! thefe eyes thou haft not gord, 
 And into drops of teares thy felfe melted ! (thou ? 
 
 Hard heart of mine why fplintft ? why breakft not 
 Wayle motft thou aye, if thou waile nothing now. 
 
 This while one in the Citie, who defcries 
 Both hils and plaines, an high Towre guarding there 
 Markes from below, a duft vpward to rife, 
 So as it feemes great cloud to print in aere, 
 It feemes that cloud lightens and burns in guife, 
 As flames and flames it did childing beare : 
 Then he the mining of the mettall cleare 
 Difcernes, and tryes both men and horfe appeare. 
 
 And loud he cryes, O what a duft I vew, 
 Spread in the aire ! Oh how it feemeth bright ! 
 Arme, arme to your defence you Citie crew, 
 Ech fpeede to armes, and to the walles you dight, 
 The en'my comes, and then he cryes anew, 
 Ech one make hafte, ech furnifht be to fight : 
 The en'my (fee) is come, the duft behold, 
 Vnder yon horrid cloud the sky to fold. 
 
 Then feely children, and vnarmed old, 
 And womens rout of feare ypaled hew, 
 To ftrike or fend, who can no weapons hold, 
 Sad and fuppliant to ech Mefchite drew : 
 The reft more firme of lims and flomacke bold, 
 Tofore on backe hafty their armour threw : 
 Some runne to gates, and fome vnto the wall, 
 King goes about, and {qqs and carkes for all. 
 
 He 
 
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CANTO 
 
 He order giucs, and then retires them fro, 
 Where tvvixt two gates a Turret doth arife : 
 So neere he is at neede, and thence more low, 
 The playnes and mountaines round about he skries, 
 With him he would there fhould Erminia go : 
 Erminia faire, whom he in courteous wife 
 
 Receiu'd to Court, when Chriftian fquadrons gaine 
 Did Antioch, and King her Sire was flaine. 
 
 This while Clorinda gainft the Frankes is hide, 
 
 Store with her goes, and me before them all, 
 
 But at a pofterne gate on t'other fide, 
 
 Argant for reskons (lands at readie call : 
 
 The noble Dame her followers arnde, 
 
 With words and with a looke that fcornd to pall : 
 
 By fome braue onfet, vs behooues (quoth (he) 
 
 This day the hope of Afia founded be. 
 
 W T hile (he her men befpake, not farre fhe fpyes, 
 A band of Frankes their rufticke prayes driuing, 
 Who coaft for bootie skourde (as is the guyfe) 
 Were now to Campe with flocks and heards turning. 
 She towards them, and towards her there hyes 
 Their Captain e, who her faw to him comming : 
 Gard is the Captaine nam'd, a mightie man, 
 But might not fuch as her refift he can. 
 
 This fierce encounter Gardo ouerthrowes 
 In fight of Frankes, and Painims on the plaine, 
 Who all one outcry made, fo lucky fhowes 
 This token of the warre, yet proued vaine, 
 Then with the reft in fpurring gins flie clofe, 
 Her hand the price from thoufand hands doth gaine, 
 Her men her follow, by the way fhe made 
 Plaine with her fhockes, and open with her blade. 
 
 O Soone 
 
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TERZO. 
 
 Soone from the prayer fhe doth pray retake, 
 The troope of Frankes now ftep by ftep retire, 
 Till on the top of hill a ftand they make, 
 Where place to armes, new forces gan acquire : 
 Then as a tempeft doth refoluing crake, 
 And from the clouds downe falles the airy fire : 
 Good Tancrcd fo at Godfreys bidding prefb, 
 His Squadron moues, and maine yard doth arreft. 
 
 So ftrong great launce he beares, and in fuch guyfe 
 This youth comes on, both fierce and faire in fight : 
 That King who from aloft his port defcryes, 
 Him deemes amongft the belt a chofen Knight, 
 And fayes to her, who in next feat him nyes, 
 And now her hart feeles in a panting plight : 
 Through fo long vfe you may to me declare 
 Ech Chriften, though in armes they clofed are. 
 
 What then is he that doth fo feemely frame 
 Himfelfe to iuft, and fo fierce femblance beare : 
 Vnto the Ladie for an anfwere came, 
 On lips a figh, and in her eyes a teare, 
 But breath and weeping backe (he doth reclame, 
 Though fo as yet they make fome mufter theare, 
 For her fwolne eyes, a purple circle faire, 
 Tainted, and hoarfe halfe fight brake forth to aire. 
 
 Then fithen fhe contriues, and feekes to hide 
 Another longinge vnder cloke of hate, 
 Alas I know him well, caufe doth betide, 
 Why mongft a thoufand I fliould know his ftate : 
 For oft the fields, and oft deep dikes I skride, 
 Him fill with bloud of vaflals mine of late : 
 Ah how in ftriking fell he is ? to wound 
 He giues in herbes, or fpels no helpe is found. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Prince Tcwicred it is, ah once that hee 
 My prifner were, but yet aliue, not fleine 
 I would him haue, that fierce defire in mee 
 Of fweete reuenge might fo fome comfort geine : 
 This fayd (lie, and her words by hearers bee 
 Wrong turned from right fence, as fhe did meane. 
 And this laft fpeech a mingled figh out brought, 
 Which to fuppreffe, but all in vaine fhe fought. 
 
 Tancreds affault this while Clorinda plyes 
 T'encounter, and in reft her Launce beftowes : 
 Ech t'others beauer hits, the fplints to skyes 
 Vp ftart, and fhe in part difarmed fhowes : 
 For buckles broke, foorthwith the Helmet flyes 
 From off her head, (a blow whence wonder growes) 
 And golden lockes vnto the wind difplayd, 
 She midft the field appeares a youthly mayd. 
 
 Her eyes do flafh, her lookes do lighten bright, 
 Sweete eu'n in wrath, in laughter then what grace 
 They hold ? Tancred whereon thinkft thou ? thy fight 
 Where bendft thou ? knowft thou not this noble face ? 
 This is that vifage faire whence thou in light 
 Flames burnft, thy hart (her pictures fhrine) the cafe 
 
 Can fhow, this fame is fhe whom quenching thirft 
 
 At folitarie fpring thou faweft firfl. 
 
 He that of painted fhield, and of her creft 
 Tooke earft no keepe, now feeing her doth grow 
 A ftone, fhe bared head couers, as beft 
 She may, and him affayles, he gets her fro, 
 And fell blade whirling makes againft the reft, 
 Yet at her hand peace cannot purchafe fo : 
 
 But threatfull him purfewes, and turn fhe cries, 
 And to deathes twaine at once fhe him defies. 
 
 O 3 Stroken 
 
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TERZO. 
 
 Stroken this Knight, no ftrokes againe replyes, 
 Nor fo from fword himfelfe to guard attends, 
 As to regard her cheekes and faireft eyes, 
 From whence his bow, loue vnefchewed bends, 
 T'himfelfe he fayes, ech blow vnharmefull dyes, 
 Which force of her right hand (though armed) lends, 
 But neuer blow from her faire naked face 
 Falles vaine, but in my heart findes lighting place. 
 
 Laft he refolues, though pitty hope he none, 
 As louer hid, not filent to deceafe, 
 That flie her primer flrikes, to her make knowne 
 He will, trembling, vnarm'd, fewing for peace, 
 And fayes, O thou, that for thy foe alone 
 Seem'ft me to take among fo great a preace : 
 Let vs forfake this thruft, fo may afide 
 My force with thine, thy force with mine be tride. 
 
 So better fhall be feene if my proweffe 
 Thine counteruaile : fhe th'offer not gain-faid, 
 And as fhe were of wanted helme reckleffe, 
 Forth bold fhe goes, on followes he difmaid : 
 Now to the combat had this warioureffe 
 Plighted her felfe, and on fome blowes now laid, 
 When he fayes ftay, and of the fight lets make 
 The cou'nants, ere we vs to fight betake. 
 
 She flops and him of fearfull earft, hardy 
 Now makes, a loue conuerted to difpaire : 
 The cou'nants are (quoth he) fince fo you fly, 
 All peace with me that out my hart you teare, 
 My heart, no longer mine which glad will dy, 
 If of his farder life diflike you beare : 
 
 Long time it hath beene yours, now time is fit 
 The fame you reaue, forbid I may not it. 
 
 Behold 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Behold mine armes downe held you I prefent, 
 Fenceleffe my breft, why flay you it to cleaue ? 
 Will you difpatch the worke ? now, now content 
 Of curets go, if corps that bare I leaue, 
 You bid Tancred with threedes of more lament, 
 His woe (poor wretch) perhaps preparde to weaue : 
 But preffe vntimely that ftill fail arriu'd, 
 Some his, fome Painims farder time depriu'd. 
 
 The Paleftines by Chriftens chaced, gan 
 Giue ground, were it for guile, or were it feare, 
 When of the chacers an vnmanly man 
 Wau'd by the wind, skrying her fparckled heare, 
 Lifts vp his hand as at her backe he ran, 
 And where fhe naked fhow'd, ftroke at her there : 
 But Tancred cryed out thereof aware, 
 And with his fword that great blow off he bare. 
 
 Yet all in vaine not lights, but on the bound 
 Her hitt, twixt whiteft necke and faireft hed, 
 And her beguiled lockes this flightefh wound, 
 With fome few drops, fuch wife betainted red, 
 As gold growes ruddie, which (fome rubyes ground 
 By skilfull workemen fet) doth fparkles fhed : 
 But furious grew this Prince, and onward made 
 Againfk this villaine, and drew out his blade. 
 
 T'other avoides, and wrath enkindled hee 
 Purfewes, they go through aire as arrow-fares : 
 Sufpenft, fhe ftayes a while and both doth fee, 
 Now parted farre, nor them to follow cares : 
 But backe retires with thofe of hers that flee, 
 And now fhowes face, nor Frankes t'affaile fhe fpares, 
 Now turnes fhe, now returns, now fight, now flight 
 She makes, nor chae'd, nor chacer term'd aright. 
 
 Right 
 
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TERZO. 
 
 Right fo fierce Bull fometimes in market place, 
 
 If homes to dogges he turne, from whence he fled, 
 
 They there retire, and if to flight he pace, 
 
 Ech makes returne to chace emboldened : 
 
 At backe Clorinda (whiles fhe flight doth trace) 
 
 High holds her fhield, and guards thereby her hed : 
 
 Defenced in Monfeo paftimes fo, 
 
 From balles againft them throwne, the flyers go. 
 
 Which they purfew, and thofe purfewed fly 
 To the high walles, they now approaching drew, 
 When on the fodaine with a ghaftly cry 
 Vnprayfde, backe on them comes the Painim crew : 
 Firft wheeling farre aloofe, then turning ny, 
 At backe and fides return'd they fight renew : 
 Meane fpace Argante downe the mountaine led, 
 His band t'affault them alfo on the hed. 
 
 The fierce Circafsian from the troup out went, 
 That his blow firft the enimy might gall : 
 And whom he ftrooke he topfie-turuie hent 
 To ground, in plumpe both man and horfe withall : 
 And ere his lance was into fhivers rent, 
 Many claim'd fellowfhip in th'others fall : (come, 
 
 Then drawes his fword, and where it home doth 
 Still killes or felles, or leafb-wife woundeth fome. 
 
 Clorind his countermate of life reaued 
 Ardelio ftrong, who farre in yeares did creepe, 
 But of old age, as yet vnmaftered, 
 And fenft by two bigge fonnes, who fafe him keepe 
 Could not, for him his fathers care fundred 
 Th'eldeft Alcandro was, by wound full deepe, 
 And Polifemo who neere him abid, 
 Could fcarce and fcarce himfelfe from perill rid. 
 
 But 
 
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CANTO 
 
 But Tancred when he could not ouer-get 
 That villaine, who his horfe had fwifter pac'd, 
 Lookt backe and faw his hardy men had fet 
 Too farre a courfe, while fole headlong they chac'd : 
 He faw them hemd, he fpurres to courfer fet, 
 Turning the raynes, and thither fpeedes in hafte : 
 Nor he alone brought fuccour to his band, 
 But eke that troupe which made for neede a ftand. 
 
 That troupe aduenturer which Dudon led, 
 Heroicke flowre, the Campes finewes and might, 
 Regnold fhapt faireft, nobleft couraged, 
 Fore-runnes them all, lightning takes flower flight, 
 Erminia foone his port, foone th'azured 
 Shield had deskryde with filuer Eagle dight : 
 And fayes to King that on him fixt his eye, 
 Ther's he that beares on braueft mafterye. 
 
 For trenchant blade he hath of equall prize, 
 Or few or none, yet but a child in age, 
 If but fuch fixe were mongft our enemies, 
 Ere now had Syria ftoupt to feruiceage, 
 Ere now had neighbour-realmes, where Sun doth rife, 
 And Realmes that Southmoft lye, endur'd bondage : 
 And Nile perhaps in vaine, from yoke fhould hide 
 Kis head farre diftant, nor as yet deskride. 
 
 Regnold he's called, and his wrathfull hand 
 More then all engines forced the walles do feare, 
 Now turne your eyes where I am pointing, and 
 Mark him whofe armes greene with gold mixed beare, 
 That's Dudon, and by him is led this band, 
 This band which hath to name th'Aduenturer : 
 A warrior who well borne and well expert, 
 Exceedes in yeeres, nor wanteth in defert. 
 
 P 3 That 
 
TERZO. 
 
 That great one feene with blacke becouered fo, 
 Germand he hight, brother to Norway King, 
 A prouder man the whole earth cannot fhoe, 
 This fole the price of his acts fhadowing, 
 Thofe two, who thus in one conioyned goe, 
 And parrell white, white haue their furnifhing, 
 
 Gildip and Edward loues, and fpoufes are 
 
 In loyaltie, and martiall proweffe rare. 
 
 So fpake fhe, and they faw downe on the plaine, 
 How (laughter ftill encreafeth more and more, 
 For Tancred and Reynold brake through the traine, 
 That thicke of men and armes enringde tofore, 
 And then the band which Dudon led, amaine 
 Comes in, and on them likewife chargeth fore, 
 Argant, Argant himfelfe at fhocke fuch wife, 
 Reynold orethrew that fcant he could arife. 
 
 Nor had he ris'ne perhaps, faue that the horfe 
 Of Bertolds fonne, that inftant tooke a fall, 
 And hauing vnder-caught his foot, did force 
 For plucking it thereout fome ftay withall : 
 The Painim troope this while feekes to endorce, 
 Defeated, flying, chac'd the Citie wall : 
 
 Sole Argant and Clorinda bancke and barre, 
 Gainft fury that at backe orefloweth, are. 
 
 Laft rancke they guard, & brunt at heeles fome fpace, 
 Vpon them makes a ftay, and is repreft, 
 So as thofe folke with leffe endaunger'd cafe 
 Might fly, who firft to flight themfelues addreft : 
 Dudon fierie through victorie giues chafe 
 To flyers, and the fierce Tygran oppreft, 
 
 With fhocke of horfes & then with drawne blade, 
 His bodie headleffe kiffe the ground he made. 
 
 Nor 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Nor Algazzar good of tough Corflet tooke, 
 Nor mightie Corban of his ftrong Helmet, 
 For in the nape and backe them he fo ftrooke, 
 That wound the face and breft did paffage get : 
 And by his hand eke their fweet lodge forfooke 
 The foules of Amurate and Mehemet, 
 
 And of fell A Imanfor, nor great Circaffe, 
 
 One ftep by him can vnannoyed paffe. 
 
 Argant frets to himfelfe, and eft he makes 
 A ftand, and turnes, and then retires againe, 
 At laft fo fuddaine turnd, to him he rakes, 
 And rought his fide with a reuerfe fo maine, 
 That deepe the blade it bathes therein, and takes 
 Life by that blow from Frankifh Capitaine : 
 
 He falles, and eyes that fcarce could open looke, 
 An yron fleepe, and hardeft quiet tooke. 
 
 Thrice he them opens, and the heau'ns fweete rayes 
 Sought to enioy, and on his arme arofe, 
 And thrice he fell, and on his eyne ouer-layes 
 A darkfome vayle : in th'end weari'd they clofe, 
 His limmes diffolue, dead, cold, a fweat difplayes, 
 And fenfibly a fenceleffe (times growes, 
 Vpon the corps (now dead) no longer flay 
 Fierce Argant brookes, but hies forth on his way. 
 
 Yet for all that though going keepe no flay, 
 He turned to Frankes, and (O ye Knights) he cride, 
 This bloudie fword is that, with which the day 
 Laft paft your Lord in guift me gratitude : 
 Tell him how now thereof I tooke affay, 
 For glad he would this newes be certifide : 
 And deere mufb take it that his Prefent faire 
 Is knowne by proofe, fo great a worth to beare. 
 
 Q Tell 
 
 64 
 
TERZO. 
 
 Tell him henceforth account he looking make, 
 In his owne guts the fame more fure to proue, 
 And if t'affaile no ouer fpeede he take, 
 Tie come vnlookt, be he the ground aboue : 
 The Chriftians angred at fo fell a crake, 
 From all fides with all hands againfb him moue, 
 But mongft the reft he was too fafety ronne, 
 And for his guard had wall befriending wonne. 
 
 The guarders bufie, ftraight themfelues addreffe, 
 To haile downe ftones aloft from garrets fo, 
 And with fuch faft fupply the numberleffe 
 Quiuers with arrowes fluffed eu'ry bow, 
 That to retrait forft is of Frankes the preffe, 
 And Saracins into the Citie go. 
 
 But Reynold now from groueling horfes fide, 
 His foot out hauing pluckt, was thither hide. 
 
 He came on the Barbarian homicide, 
 A fharpe reuenge for Dudons death to take, 
 And being come to his, aloud he cride, 
 What looke ye for ? what lingering ift you make ? 
 Since flaughtered lies the Knight that was our guide, 
 Why running hafte we not his death to wrake ? 
 In fo great caufe of iuft difpleafure can 
 A brittle wall thwart vs a ftoppage than ? 
 
 No not if double ire or Adamant, 
 This walling high not to be pierced were, 
 From higher proweffe yours, that fierce Argant 
 With begged fafetie fhould him neftle there : 
 Goe we vnto th'affault, and felfe inftant, 
 Before the reft (fo faid) firft doth he fteare, 
 For his vndaunted courage ought affright, 
 Nor arrowes fhowre, nor ftorme all ftony might. 
 
 He 
 
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CANTO 
 
 He tofllng his flout head lifts vp his face, 
 Full of fo terrible an hardiment, 
 That to the hearts of thofe, who guard the place, 
 An ycy cold of feare vnwonted went : 
 Whiles fome he cheeres, and fome he doth menace, 
 In commeth one, who flakes his eger bent : 
 For Godfrey to them fent the good Sigiere, 
 Of his graue charges meffenger feuere. 
 
 Who in his name their ouer-hardineffe 
 Vncries, and ftraight to turne doth ftraight impofe, 
 Returne he fayes, for to your wrathfulneffe 
 Nor place ferues fit, nor feafon tidie growes, 
 Godfrey commaunds it you this word expreffe, 
 Regnold now raines, who ear ft was fpurre to thofe : 
 Though inward much he frets, and out reueald 
 More fignes then one of anger ill conceald. 
 
 Backe turne the bandes, nor their returne at all 
 Was by the counterwayting foe diftreffc, 
 Nor Dudons corps of his laft funerall, 
 In any portion did defrauded reft : 
 Vpon their kindefl armes his friends loyall 
 Him beare, a burden deere and nobelleft, 
 Bulleyn the while viewes from an higher part 
 Of that ftrong Citie both the fite and art. 
 
 Hiemfalem vpon two hils is fet, 
 Of height vneuen, and turnde front to frount, 
 His middle part a lowly vale doth fret, 
 Which it deuides and t'one from t'other mount, 
 Three fides are coafted with a combrous let, 
 Fourth eafie way, nor to afcend they count : 
 But with high rayfed walks it felfe defends, 
 The playner part which gainft the North extends. 
 
 Q 3 Within 
 
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TERZO. 
 
 Within the Citie fundry Cefterns are, 
 Raine to receiue, and brookes and liuing fprings : 
 Without the earth about of graffe is bare, 
 Fountaines or lakes (barraine) none forth it brings : 
 Nor is it feene gladfome, or proud to fare 
 With trees, nor yeelds gainft Suns rayes fhadowings : 
 Saue where fome fixe miles off a wood vpgrowes 
 With noyfome bugbears, that dark ghaftly fhowes. 
 
 That fide where rifing firft appeares the day 
 The noble waue of happy Iordan flankes, 
 And on the weflerne part of Midland Sea, 
 It buts vpon the fandy ftrowed bankes, 
 The North Betel (to golden calfe, where they 
 An alter rayfd) and eke Samaria rankes : 
 
 Bethlem is plaft where South brings fhowry cloud, 
 Whofe hap was earft in lap great birth to fhrowd. 
 
 While Godfrey now both of the towne, and land 
 The loftie rampires, and the fite furueyes, 
 And him bethinkes where beft his campe may (land, 
 And where foes weakeft wall t'affaile with eafe, 
 Erminia skryes him, and with ftretched hand 
 Him points to Painim King, and farder fayes : 
 That Godfrey is, who clad in purple pall, 
 Beares port fo king-like and maiefticall. 
 
 He (certes) borne feemes a Soueraigne, 
 So th'arts to rule, and to command he knowes : 
 Nor is he meaner Knight then Capitaine, 
 But all the points of double valure owes, 
 Nor man more warlike this fo great a traine 
 Mongft all then him, nor more aduifed fhowes : 
 
 In counfel Raymond fole, and fole in warre 
 
 Reynold and Tancred his coegals are. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Painym King- replies, him well I beare 
 In minde, as earft feene at great Court of France, 
 When I Egyptian meffenger was there, 
 In noble iufts I faw him ply his launce, (were, 
 
 And though his yeeres, which then young fpringing 
 No tire of downe did on his cheekes aduaunce : 
 Yet both his words, & workes, and femblant braue 
 Of greater! hopes eu'n then foretoken gaue. 
 
 Foretoken ah too true, with that troubled 
 Ey-lids downe clines he, then them reares anew, 
 And fayes, tell me ; whats he coat-armoured, 
 Whom weare, and t'others match to march we vew, 
 Oh how by this he is refembelled ! 
 Though feemes to want a part of flature dew, 
 Thats Baldzvyn anfwer'd fhe, to him fhowes he, 
 Brother by face, but more by facts to be. 
 
 Next marke the man on t'other fide in guize, 
 That ftands of one who counfaile doth endite, 
 He Reymond hights, whom I to you for wife, 
 Did fo commend, a man all hoary white, 
 Skild to contriue more warlicke policies : 
 Theres neither FrankifJi nor Italian fprite, 
 
 But he that with guilt-helme doth farder ftand 
 Good William is, Kings fonne of Britijh land. 
 
 With him is Gwelfe and equall ftriues to goe, 
 In braue deeds, in great bloud, in high calling, 
 Full well by thofe fquare moulders him I knowe, 
 And by that breaft whole cheafted vp ryfing, 
 But mongft thefe fquadrons mine owne greater! foe 
 (Though wide I looke) to fight I cannot bring : 
 
 I meane that Boemund, that murderer, 
 
 Of my bloud royall cruell rauiner. 
 
 R So 
 
 68 
 
TERZO. 
 
 So talked they, the whiles the Capitaine, 
 When he the walles had viewd, to his defcends, 
 And for he deemes the Citie fhould in vaine 
 Affault receiue, where fteepeneffe moft afcends : 
 Againft the Northerne gate, he on the plaine, 
 That with it ioynes, his pitched tents extends : 
 And thence proceeding neere the towre below, 
 Cald Angolary the reft he doth beftow. 
 
 The circuit of the Campe might neere comprize 
 The Cities third part, or but little leffe, 
 For to enclofe it round the fame fuffize 
 At full could not, fuch was her hugyneffe : 
 But all the wayes (at leaft) which might fupplies 
 Afford, Godfrey to ftop gan him addreffe : 
 And caufeth to be feiz'd ech paffage fit, 
 That feru'd to come, and go too and from it. 
 
 A charge he giues his Tents fhould fortefide 
 With ditches deepe, and with ftrong trenches bee : 
 Which it from Townefmens fallyes on th'onefide, 
 And ftraunge affaults might on the tother free : 
 Then after thefe dew workes to end were hide, 
 Dudons carcaffe he tooke a mind to fee, 
 
 And thither went where that good Captaine ded, 
 With fad and tearefull troupe was compaffed. 
 
 His faithfull friends adorned his great Beare 
 With noble pompe, where plaft aloft he lyes : 
 When Godfrey enters, and the people reare 
 More dolefull playning and more tatling cryes, 
 But with a looke nor troubled nor yet cleare, 
 Good Bulleyn bridles his affects, and tyes 
 
 His tongue, then when his fight on him had ftayd, 
 Fixed in mufe fomewhile at laft he fayd. 
 
 To 
 
 9 
 
CANTO 
 
 To thee nor plaint, nor dole are dew, for death, 
 If world thee fent, heau'n giues thee birth againe, 
 And here where off thou threwed thy mortall (heath, 
 Steps of thy glory printed deepe remaine : 
 Thou liu'dd as Champion of the Chriften faith, 
 And fo thou did'd, now ioyed thou, and faine 
 In God doth feede thine eyes, O foule of bliffe, 
 And crownd, and palmd thy well deferuing is. 
 
 Bleffed Hue thou for our condition, 
 Not thy mif-hap inuites thefe teares to fall : 
 Sith at thy parting parts a portion 
 Of vs, mod worthy and moll drong withall : 
 But if from vs an earthly aide is gon, 
 Depriu'd by that, which death the vulgar call : 
 An heau'nly aide for vs that fuit may gaine, 
 For mongft th'elec~t thee heau'n doth entertaine. 
 
 And as we faw for our aduantage thee, 
 Eard mortall man, thefe mortall amies to weeld, 
 So (fprite diuine) our hope affures to fee, 
 With fatail armes of heau'n thou wilt vs fhield : 
 Leame now the prayers to receiue which wee 
 Thee fend, and fuccour to our euils yeeld : 
 Thence conqueft I denounce, deuout we will 
 Triumphant vowes at Church to thee fulfill. 
 
 So fpake he, and by this the Euening darke 
 Had quenched all the rayes of lightfome day, 
 And with obliuion of ech noyfome carke, 
 Did truce on teares, and on lamentings lay : 
 But Godfrey warlicke engins want doth marke, 
 Which vnfupplide, t'were vaine the wals t'affay : 
 He cads where beames to get, and how to make 
 The engins frames, and fmall red can he take. 
 
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TERZO. 
 
 Vp with the Sunne he rofe, and follow will 
 Himfelfe the pompe of folemne funerall, 
 To Dudon at the foot of ryfing hill, 
 A Sepulchre of Cipreffe fweete they flail, 
 Their Barricados neere, and higheft fpill 
 Of Palme tree, with his boughs orefpreads it all : 
 There was he layd, the whiles the Prieftly throng, 
 Reft to his foule do pray for in their fong. 
 
 Amongil the boughes, where hang'd vp here & there 
 Enfignes, and prifond armes of diuers fore, 
 From Syrians and Perjians that were 
 Earfl wonne by him, with better fped effort : 
 The armes and curets which he vfde to weare, 
 Did cloth the tronke, and tronke did them fupport : 
 Where after was ygrau'd : Here lyes Dudon, 
 Yeeld honours dew to this braue Champion. 
 
 But godly Bulleyn hauing brought to end 
 This worke fo dolorous and fo devout, 
 The Carpenters of all the Campe doth fend, 
 With fouldiers conuoy to the forreft out : 
 It lyes twixt valleyes hidden, and a friend 
 Of Syria made it knowne to Frankijli rout : 
 March thither they to cut downe engines take, 
 Gainft which the Citie no defence may make. 
 
 Ech on his mate to fell the plants doth call, 
 And gainft the wood to worke vnufde outrage : 
 Hewne by the yrons piercing edge, downe fall 
 The facred Palme-trees, and th'Afhes fauage, 
 The Maples, Pines, the Cipreffe funerall, 
 High Firres, Beeches, and Holmes of thicke bowage : 
 The husband Elmes, to which the vine fometimes 
 Leanes, and with wrythed foot to heauen climes. 
 
 Somes 
 
 V 
 
CANTO 
 
 Somes ftrokes in Ewes, fome are in Okes enchac'd, 
 Which haue a thoufand times their lockes renewd, 
 And thoufand times (at ech encounter fail) 
 The wrath of windes repulfed and fubdewd : 
 And fome on rattling wheeles the burdens plac'd, 
 Of Ornes and Ceders with fweete fent imbewd : 
 At found of armes, at diuers cry the beafts, 
 And birdes forfake their caues, and fly their neafts. 
 
 The end of the third Song. 
 
 Th. 
 
 7* 
 
THE FOVRTH SONG. 
 
 Hiltt on fo faire exploytes they 
 
 bend their mind, 
 Which to effe6l vfe may employ 
 
 with hafte, 
 He that graund foe was aie to hu- 
 
 maine kind, 
 His wannifh eyes doth on the 
 Chriftians caft : 
 Whom for they ioyfull and contented find, 
 Both lips through rage he champs, and gnaweth faft : 
 And his fell griefe, as fome begoared Bull, 
 Roaring and fighing, out he belkes at full. 
 
 Then hauing toffed ech deuife in braine, 
 Which might the Chriftians wrap in wretched cafe, 
 He gives commaund that gathred be his traine : 
 (A ghaftly Senate) to his royall place, 
 As t'were, O foole, attempt of eafie paine, 
 Againft the will diuine t'oppofe thy face : 
 
 Foole, that compares with heauens, and forgeates 
 How Gods incenft right hand doth thuder threats. 
 
 The dwellers of th'eternall fhades he calles, 
 By hellifh trumpet of hoarfe iarring found, 
 At fuch a dynne the wide darke vaulted walles, 
 All quake, the mifty thicke aire gan rebound : 
 Nor whittling fo the flafh downe euer falles 
 From vpper regions of the sky to ground, 
 Nor (hogged earth fo euer bideth throwes, 
 When bigge in wombe fhe doth the vapours clofe. 
 
 The 
 
 73 
 
 r 
 
CANTO 
 
 The Deities of the deepe from all about, 
 In diuers troupes foon meet at t'haughty gates, 
 How ftrangy fhapes them (oh) how vgly clout ? 
 What dread, what death in their fell eyes amates ? 
 With fauage infteps fome the foyle beftrout, 
 With lockes of wrythed fnakes fome tire their pates : 
 A Dragging hugy tayle their croupper bindes, 
 Which as a rod oft foldes and oft vnwindes. 
 
 There thoufands vncleane Harpyes might you vew, 
 And thoufands Centaures, Sphinges, Gorgons pale, 
 And gulffy Scillaes an huge barcking crew : 
 There Serpents hiffe, and Hidras whiftle bale, 
 And footie fparckles vp Chimeras fpew :• 
 Ere Gerions, Poliphems an vgly tale : 
 
 And in new monfters not earfh heard or feene, 
 Confufde and mixt in one hewes fundry beene. 
 
 Part on the right, part on the left this band 
 Siedgeth it felfe, their wreakfull king before, 
 Pluto fits in the mids, and with right hand 
 His ruftie waightie Scepter vp he bore, 
 Not rocke in fea fo mvch, nor cragge at land, 
 Nor Calp or A tlas great high vaunceth more : 
 Yea matcht with him they but as hillockes fhoe, 
 So his great front, fo his great homes vp goe. 
 
 In his fierce looke an horred maieftie 
 Encreafeth terrour, and more proud it makes, 
 Ruddy his eyes and plaguefull venomy : 
 His countenance as luckleffe Comeie flakes, 
 A beard bigge, bufhy, knotted griftelly : 
 Fro wrapped muzzle down his rough bofom drakes, 
 And as a gulfe where bottome none is vewd, 
 He yawnes his iawes, with clottie bloud embrewd. 
 
 S 3 Like 
 
 74 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 Like as the fulphure fumes encroaching flame, 
 And ftinke, and thunder vp from Etna fteeme, 
 From his fell mouth fuch blacky belches came, 
 And fuch the fent, and fuch the fparckles feeme, 
 The helhounds barcking (while he fpake) became 
 Silent, his voice mute made men Hidra deeme, 
 Cocytus flowed backe the deepes appall, 
 When his loud roarings to thefe fpeeches fall. 
 
 You hellifh powres, whofe birth-right fhold aduance, 
 High boue the Sun your there deferued troane, 
 And whom from realmes fo bleft that great mifchance 
 Earft to this ghaftly denne with me hath throwne : 
 Both others old fufpec"ls and fierce vengeance, 
 And our braue on-fet ouer well are knowne, 
 At pleafure now on ftarres empyreth he, 
 And we as rebell foules condemned be. 
 
 And in the liew of faire and cleareft day 
 Of gold-bright Sunne, and of the faring ftarres, 
 In this darke depth he vs confines to ftay, 
 And from afpiring to earft honour barres, 
 Then (ah this thought how heauie doth it way : 
 This tis which fharpely wounds a new my skarres) 
 To thofe faire heauenly feats he man hath cauld, 
 Vile man from vileft durt on earth ycrauld. 
 
 Nor this fuffizde, but did his Sonne betake 
 In pray to death to worke our greater skath, 
 He came, and downe th'infernall gates he brake, 
 And in our kingdomes durft new tread a path, 
 And fetcht the foules which lot our owne did make, 
 And fo rich fpoyles to sky conueyed hath, 
 Triumphant victour, and vs to vpbrayd 
 Of vanquifht hell, th'enfignes he there difplayd. 
 
 But 
 
 75 
 
CANTO 
 
 But why do I by fpeech reuiue my woe ? 
 Who hath not earft told of our wrongs the skore ? 
 Where was the place ? or who the time can fhoe ? 
 When euer he his vfed prankes forbore : 
 Our thoughts no longer backe to th'old mud goe, 
 But caft to cure more then one prefent fore : 
 Ah ! fee you not hither his drifts to fall, 
 That eu'ry Nation on his name may call ? 
 
 Shall we Mill fluggards then wafte day and howre ? 
 
 Nor any worthy carke our courage wake ? 
 
 And fhall we brooke that hourely greater powre 
 
 His faithfull people may in AJia take ? 
 
 That Iury he fubdew ? that his honour, 
 
 And that his name more large and great he make ? 
 That other tongs it found ? that other verfe 
 It write ? new braffe and marble it reherfe ? 
 
 That all our Idols downe to th'earth be throwne ? 
 
 To him our alters by the world be turned ? 
 
 To him the vowes vp-hangd ? to him alone 
 
 All incenfe burnt ? gold and myrrhe offered ? 
 
 That where to vs earft clofde was temple none, 
 
 Now to our artes no way reft opened ? 
 That of fo many foules the wonted pay 
 Ceaft ? and an emptie Realme Dan Pluto fway ? 
 
 Ah be it farre, of that firft woorth as yet 
 In you the fprites quite are not vnder brought, 
 When round with fteele, and haughty flames befet, 
 Againft celeftial empire earft we fought, 
 We could (I not deny) no conqueft get, 
 Yet valure did adorne fo great a thought : 
 Be what it will that victory him gaue, 
 Of hearts inuicl we yet the glory haue. 
 
 T But 
 
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Q VARTO. 
 
 But why thus linger I ? oh you my crew ! 
 Goe trufty on, oh you my power and might ! 
 Goe haftie on. and thefe catiues fubdew, 
 Ere their ftoupt forces rife to higher flight, 
 Ere whole confumed be the Realme Hebrew, 
 Of this encroaching flame quench out the light : 
 Amongft them preace, and to their vtter harme, 
 Now heds with wiles, now hads with forces arme. 
 
 My will fhall deft'ny be difperft, let fome 
 A wandring walke, let flaughter fome vprake, 
 Let fome with carkes of fond loue ouercome, 
 A fweete glance, a coy fmile, their Idoll make, 
 Let weapons fome againft their leader clomme, 
 Let them grow mutinous, and parties take : 
 Let Campe with loffe, and ruine be accloyd, 
 And eu'n his markes reft with it felfe deftroyd. 
 
 Gods rebell foules ftay could no longer barre, 
 That thefe laft words might fort vnto an end, 
 But flying foorth a new to viewe ech ftarre, 
 From their deepe plunged might abroad they wend, 
 Much like the ftormes of broylly whiftling iarre, 
 Whom natiue caues foorth from their intrayls fend, 
 To darke the welkin and a warre to band, 
 Againft the great Realmes, both of fea and land. 
 
 Full foone to fundry coafts with wings difplaide, 
 Thefe thorough the world made their diuers ftarts, 
 And of entrappings ftraunge, and new they laid, 
 Sly framed plots, and gan apply their arts : 
 But of their firft annoyes (O Mufe) me aide, 
 To fhow how fource they tooke, and from what parts, 
 Thou wotft it well, fame brings thus farre vnneath, 
 Of fo great workes to vs a feeble breath. 
 
 Afa- 
 
 77 
 
CANTO 
 
 A famous noble wifard Hidraote 
 Ruled Damafcus, and the Cities neere, 
 Who from his youth to arts of vncouth note 
 Addict, did day by day them more endeere : 
 But whereto booted this, if they ne mote 
 Of thefe vncertaine broyles the iffue cleere ? 
 
 Nor of the fixt or wandring ftarres th'afpedt ? 
 
 Nor hels fwart cunning could to truth direct ? 
 
 His iudgement led, ah blindefl humaine minde ! 
 How vaine and wrefted wrong thy iudgements are ? 
 That to the Campe of wefterne armes combinde 
 The sky fole death, and mines did prepare, 
 So deeming Palme for this attempt affignde, 
 Should in the end fall to \ti Egyptians fhare : 
 
 He fought a portion on his people might, 
 
 Of victory and gaines, and glory light. 
 
 But for Frankes valure high he holds in price, 
 And armes of bloodie victorie doth feare, 
 He carts his penworths by fome queint deuice, 
 The Chriffcians force peecemale-wife to impaire, 
 So as them downe more eafly at a trice, 
 His and \ti Egyptians armes vnite may beare : 
 In this conceit the Angell blacke him neeres, 
 And more him pricks, & more him onward fteeres. 
 
 He counfel lendeth, and affords the meanes, 
 Which may to this exploit giue eafie paffe : 
 There dwelt a wench whofe peereles bewty fteines 
 Ech eafterne Ladie, and his Niece fhe was : 
 The cunningft fpels, and fardeft fetched treines, 
 Of witch or womans skill well couth the laffe : 
 He her doth call, he her of counfell makes, 
 And vnto her the whole charge he betakes. 
 
 T 3 My 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 My deere he fayes, who vnder golden haire, 
 And with a looke fo delicate in fhow, 
 Doft aged wit, and manly ftomacke beare : 
 And in mine owne skils farre my felfe outgo, 
 Thy feconding my huge conceiu'd affeyre, 
 Will to our hopes caufe glad fucceffes flow. 
 
 Weaue thou the web begun by my deuice, 
 
 Of warie age as bold executrice. 
 
 Goe to the en'mies Campe, and there employ 
 Ech womans wile, which loue may ferue to flocke, 
 Let plants with prayres bedewd beare fweet alloy, 
 Let broken wordes with deepe fighes enter fhocke, 
 Let dolefull bewties pityed annoy, 
 Winne to thy will eu'n harts of ftirTeft blocke : 
 Thy too much boldnes fhadow vnder fhame, 
 And cloake of truth vnto thy leazings frame. 
 
 Catch (if it may be) Godfrey with the traine 
 Of thy fweete lookes, and of thy fpeeches faire, 
 That warre begun, the mans befotted braine 
 May loath, and it diuert fome other where : 
 If this faile others of the greatft enchaine, 
 And leade where all returne they may defpeire : 
 Then he his counfels forts, and endeth thus, 
 For faith and countrey nought miffeemeth vs. 
 
 The faire Armida priding in her hew, 
 And in th'endowments of her fexe and age, 
 This charge takes on her, and as eu'ning drew, 
 Doth part, and to clofe wayes her fteps engage : 
 Stout harts fhe hopes, and arm'd hands to fubdew 
 With her treffes, and wenches equippage : 
 But of her parting diuers tales are fpred 
 By fet deuice, to'amuze the peoples hed. 
 
 Within 
 
 79 
 
CANTO 
 
 Within few dayes this Dame her iourney ends, 
 There where the Frankes their large pauillions fpred, 
 Whofe bewtie rare at his apparence lends, 
 Babling to tongues and eyes a gazing led : 
 As when fome Starre or Comete ftrange afcends, 
 And in cleere day through sky his beames doth fhed : 
 They flocke in plumps this pilgrim faire to vew, 
 And to be wizde what caufe her thither drew. 
 
 Not Argos y Cyprus, Delos ere prefent, 
 Paternes of fhape, or bewtie could fo deere, 
 Gold are her lockes, which in white fhadow pent, 
 Eft do but glimpfe, eft all difclofde appeare, 
 As when new clenfde we fee the element, (cleere, 
 
 Sometimes the Sun mines through white cloud vn- 
 Sometimes fro cloud out gone his raies more bright 
 He {heads abroad, dubling of day the light. 
 
 The winde new crifples makes in her loofe haire, 
 Which nature felfe to waues recrifpelled, 
 Her fparing looke a coy regard doth beare, 
 And loues treafures, and hers vp wympelled, 
 Sweet Rofes colour in that vifage faire, 
 With yuorie is fperft and mingelled, 
 
 But in her mouth whence breath of loue out goes, 
 Ruddy alone and fingle bloomes the Rofe. 
 
 Her bofome faire mutters his naked fnow, 
 Whence fire of loue is nourifht and reuiues, 
 Her pappes bitter vnripe in part doth fhow, 
 And part th'enuious weede from fight depriues, 
 Enuious, but though it clofe paffage fo 
 To eyes, loues thought vnftaid yet farder flriues : 
 
 Which outward bewty taking not for pay, 
 
 Eu'n to his fccrets hid endeeres a way. 
 
 V As 
 
 80 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 As through water or Chriftall found the ray 
 Paffeth, and diuides or parteth not, 
 So piercing through her clofed robe a way, 
 His daring thought to part forbodden got, 
 It roameth there, there true it doth furuay, 
 Of fo great maruailes part by part the plot : 
 Then to defire it tels, and it defcriues, 
 And in his breaft the flames more quick reuiues. 
 
 Eyed and prayfd Armida paft the while 
 Through the defirefull troopes, and will it well, 
 But makes no fhow, though in her heart me fmile, 
 And there defeignes of fpoiles and conquefts fwell, 
 As thus fome guide fhe craues with doubtfull ftile, 
 For her fafe conduct to the Coronel : 
 
 Eujlace her meetes, who claymes a brother-hed 
 In him, that chiefe thofe armed forces led. 
 
 As Fly at flame, fo he about turned 
 At the brightnes of this bewtie diuine, 
 And neere thofe lights to view he coueted, 
 Whom modeft fafhion fweetly can encline, 
 And cought great flame, and clofe it foftered, 
 As neered tinder doth the fparckle fhrine : 
 And to her fayd : for hart and hardiment 
 The heat of yeares, and loue vnto him lent. 
 
 Lady, if you at leaft fo bafe a name 
 
 Befeeme, who nothing earthly reprefent, 
 
 Nor euer skyes on daughter of A dame, 
 
 Of their faire light fo large a treafure fpent. 
 
 What ift you feeke ? whence is it that you came ? 
 
 What fortune yours, or ours you hither bent ? 
 Make me know who you are, make me not mifle 
 To yeeld you right, and do what reafon is. 
 
 Your 
 
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CANTO 
 
 Your prayfe too loftie mounts, (he anfwering fayth, 
 
 Nor to fuch height our merit can arriue : 
 
 You fee one Sir, not fubiect fole to death, 
 
 But dead to ioy, onely to woe aliue : 
 
 My hard mif-hap me hither carryeth, 
 
 A pilgrim mayden poore and fugitiue : 
 I feeke good Godfrey, and in him affy, 
 Such fame about doth of his bountie fly. 
 
 Doe you to Captaine mine acceffe obtaine, 
 If kinde and courteous (as you feeme) you be, 
 That to the one the t'other brothers paine 
 You guide, and him entreat : tis meete, quoth he, 
 Faire maide you haue not made recourfe in vaine, 
 Nor in the meaneft grace he holdeth me : 
 At your beft liking all is yours to fpend, 
 What fo his Scepter, or my fword may frend. 
 
 He ends and guides her where good Bulleyn ftald 
 Twixt Worthies great, ftolne from the vulgar was, 
 Lowly (he bendeth, and with fhame appald, 
 No word from out her lips could winne a paffe : 
 But thofe blufhings the Champion recald 
 To boldnes, and from feare affurde the laffe ; 
 So as conceiu'd harmes flie vnfoldes at laft, 
 With tune which fenfes in fweete fetters caft : 
 
 Victorious Prince (me fayd) whofe greateft name 
 With fo rich furniture adorned flyes, 
 That Kings and Countries, whom fubdew and tame 
 Thou doft in warre it as their glory prayfe : 
 Well is thy valour knowne, and as the fame 
 Is lou'd and prayfd eu'n by thine enimies : 
 So it affies, and them inuites againe 
 Aide at thy hands to beg and to obtaine. 
 
 V3 And 
 
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Q VARTO. 
 
 And I borne in a faith fo wide from thine, 
 As it thou quaylft, and now feek'ft to oppreffe ; 
 Yet hope by thee that noble feat of mine ; 
 And parents royall mace to repoffeffe : 
 And where kynnes, and others to craue encline 
 Gainft ftrangers fury, which workes their diftreffe : 
 I, fince in them dew pittie beares no ftroke, 
 Againft my bloud mine en'mies armes inuoke. 
 
 On thee I call, in thee I hope alone, 
 In height (whence I was thrown) thou canft me place 
 Nor ought thy right hand fhow it felfe leffe prone, 
 IMe to vp rayfe, then others to abafe, 
 Nor yet leffe prayfe doth vaunt of pittie owne, 
 Then when triumphant thou gieu'ft en'my chace : 
 And as thou couldft their realmes from many rend, 
 So mine reftord will equall glory lend. 
 
 But if our diuers faith perhaps thee moue 
 Mine honeft prayre to fcorne, let faith profeft 
 Sole on thy pitie to relie approue 
 My fuit, twere hard it fhould deluded reft, 
 Witneffe (O God) like good to all aboue, 
 Your iufter aide to none was euer preft : 
 
 But that the whole may in your knowledge fall, 
 Here my mif-haps, and others fraudes withall. 
 
 I daughter am to Arbylan, that raygn'd 
 On faire Damafcus, though of meanely race : 
 But he Cariclia faire to fpowfe obtain'd, 
 And fhe him graced with th'imperiall mace : 
 On her fell death well neere the maftry gain'd, 
 Ere I had birth, for fhe did it embrace, 
 As I forfooke her wombe : one fatall day 
 Doth death to her and me to life conuay. 
 
 But 
 
 «3 
 
CANTO 
 
 But the fifth yeare had fcarce fulfild his date, 
 From time that fhe her mortall vayle off threw, 
 When as my father yeelding vnto fate, 
 In heau'n perhaps with her allyde anew, 
 Leauing the charge of me, and of the ftate 
 To brother, whom he bare a loue fo trew : 
 As if goodnes in mortall breaft remaine, 
 He might be fure of his true faith againe. 
 
 He then thus to my gouernment ordaynd, 
 Of my well-doing muftred fuch a care ; 
 As price and prayfe he wanne of faith vnftaynd, 
 And of a fathers loue and kindneffe rare ; 
 Weart that his inward thought with malice ftaynd, 
 Then vnder other cloake conceyld he bare ; 
 Or that his will as yet iufb meaning led, 
 Becaufe he ment me with his fonne to wed. 
 
 I grew, and his fonne grew, but neuer ought 
 Of knightly parts, or noble artes he reakes, 
 Nothing thats rare, no gentlemanlike thought 
 Bufide his head, nor too much wit it breakes, 
 Vnder deform'd fhape he a mind of nought, 
 And proud hart bare, addict to gluttifh freakes, 
 In clownifh acts, and fafhions fuch an elfe, 
 As fole for vices he could match himfelfe. 
 
 Now my good guardein, with fo brave a mate 
 In wedlockes bondes refolues me faft to knit, 
 And him of bed, and of my royall ftate 
 Confort to make, and oft he told me it : 
 He vfde his tongue, and traines he vfde his pate, 
 That wifht effect might to his purpofe fit : 
 Yet could he neuer me to promife fway, 
 But fowre (till held my peace, or gaue a nay. 
 
 X At 
 
 84 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 At laft he parts with looke darke clouded fo, 
 As cleere there through his fellon hart fhined, 
 And well the ftory of my future woe, 
 In his forehead (me feem'd) I written red, 
 Then were my night refts, when to couch I goe, 
 With ftrange dreames ftill and bugbeares troubelled, 
 And in my foule a fatall horrour pight, 
 Was of my harmes a halfner ouer right. 
 
 My mothers ghoaft did oft it felfe prefent, 
 A paly image, and of dolefull plight, 
 Alas ! how farre from that hew different ? 
 Which elfewhere purtrayd earft had pleafd my fight : 
 Fly daughter, fly thy now, now imminent 
 And cruell death, (die fayd) make fpeedy flight : 
 I fee (ioe poyfon) to thy wracke preparde 
 By the fell tyrant, and his weapon barde. 
 
 But what auaylde it ? ah ! that fuch prefage 
 Of neering perill warning gaue my mind, 
 If that furprizde with feare my tender age, 
 All vnrefolued could on nothing bind, 
 My flight to wilful exile engage, 
 And naked leaue my natiue Realme behind : 
 So grieuous feem'd as leffe I reckoned 
 Eyes there to clofe, where firft I opened. 
 
 Alas ! I feared death, and yet (who ere 
 Wift of the like) had not the hart to fly ? 
 Afrayd I was eu'n to difclofe my feare, 
 Leafte hafte might life fooner to death affy ; 
 So reflleffe and turmoyld my dayes out weare 
 In neuer ceafing martyrdome did I, 
 
 Like him that lookes ech ftond with bared necke, 
 When cruell axe fhall his Hues warrant checke : 
 
 In 
 
 as 
 
CANTO 
 
 In fuch my ftate, were it my friendly hap, 
 
 Or that for worfe, me on my deftny led, 
 
 One, whom in Court, eu'n from his mothers lap, 
 
 In neere feruice my father vp had bred, 
 
 To me bewrayes that of my fatall clap 
 
 Approcht the time, by tyrant limited, 
 
 And that felfe day he promifde had the beaft 
 By poyfoning me to complifh his beheafL 
 
 And farder addes, that of my running dayes, 
 I onely could prolong the courfe by flight : 
 And fince I hopte for aide none other wayes, 
 Prompt his owne paines vnto my helpe he plight, 
 Whofe comforts fo my drooping courage rayfe, 
 As bit of feare loft his reftrayning might : 
 And I refolu'd that night with him to go, 
 Flying mine Vnckle and my Countrey fro. 
 
 Vprofe the night more darke then wonted was, 
 Whofe well befriending fhadowes vs prote£t, 
 So fafely foorth with damfels twaine I paffe, 
 For my downe fallen fortune mates elect., 
 But backe to Countrey walles mine eyes alas ! 
 Bayned with teares, I turning oft direct : 
 Nor euer of my natiue foyle the fight, 
 Me thoroughly fatisfie at parting might. 
 
 The eye and thought both walked backe that way, 
 The foot much gainft his liking forward went, 
 Like fhip from loued more, where fafe it lay, 
 Which fome fierce fodaine ftorme hath wrackful rent, 
 That night we farde, and all th'enfewing day, 
 Through couerts where ftep earft was neuer bent : 
 And to a caftle we arrived at laft, 
 Vpon the confines of my kingdome plaft. 
 
 X 3 Aront 
 
 86 
 
QVARTO. 
 
 Aront the Caftle ownd, Aront his name 
 Was, who me drew and kept this perill fro : 
 But when the traytour faw the deadly frame 
 Of his wiles falne, and me efcaped fo, 
 Kindled with rage his owne deferued blame, 
 On our two backes he labours backe to throw : 
 And vs to charge with that mif-doing fought, 
 Which he himfelfe againft me wold haue wrought. 
 
 He fayes how Aront I with guifts did bribe, 
 
 To fpice his cup with iuyce enuenomed, 
 
 That he once gone, none might thenceforth prefcribe 
 
 A law, or raine my will vnbridelled ; 
 
 And then would hoyting wanton to a tribe 
 
 Of loues my body haue abandoned ; 
 
 Ah ! firft let flame from sky on me defcend, 
 
 Sacred vertue, ere I thy lawes offend. 
 
 That hungry teene of gold, and thirfb withall 
 Of mine vnharmefull bloud her fell hath cought, 
 It forely grieues, yet more my hart doth gall, 
 That my cleere honour he to blemifh fought, 
 The wretch whom feares of peoples brunt appall, 
 With fuch embellifhment his leafings wrought, 
 That doubtful of the troth, and in fufpence, 
 The tovvne rofe not in armes for my defence. 
 
 Nor for he now is flailed in my feate, 
 And on his crowne my royall Crowne doth fhine. 
 An end vnto my fhame and armes fo great, 
 His itill on pricking fiercenes will affigne ; 
 But Aront in his fort to burne doth threat, 
 Vnleffe in prifon up himfelfe he fhrine ; 
 
 And to my conforts, and poore foule to me, 
 Not warre, but wracks, and deaths denounceth he. 
 
 This 
 
 87 
 
CANTO 
 
 This he pretends to do, as if he thought, 
 So from his face to wafh away the fhame ; 
 And to reftore dew place, whence I it rought, 
 To th'onour of my bloud and princely name : 
 But feare it caufde, leaft Scepter might be cought, 
 Him fro, I being true heire to the fame : 
 For onely if I fall, a fetled ftay 
 Plant on my ruines for his rayne he may. 
 
 And eu'n fuch end will iump with fell defire, 
 Whereto the tyrants mind is fully bent, 
 And by my bloud fhall quenched be his ire, 
 Which at my teares would neuer yet relent : 
 If thou let not, to thee I fly (O Sire) 
 A wench, a wretch, orphane, and innocent : 
 
 Let this plaint, which mine eyes fhed at thy feet, 
 Vayle me that bloud from vaines not alfo fleet. 
 
 By thefe legs which the proud and lewd down tread, 
 By this hand which afTifteth aie the right, 
 By thine high victories, and by the aide, 
 Thou haft, and doft thofe holy temples plight, 
 Do thou my fuit, that fole art able, ftead, 
 Let both to life, and Realme thy pittie dight ; 
 
 One helpe for all yet voyde let pittie bee ; 
 
 If right and reafon alfo moue not thee. 
 
 Thou whom the sky graunted, and gaue in fate 
 To will whats iuft, and what thou will t'obtaine, 
 Mayft faue my life, and winne thy felfe a ftate, 
 For thine it fhall be, if it I regaine, 
 Ten onely Champions of the brauefl rate, 
 I feeke to cull amidfl fo great a traine : 
 
 For with my fathers friends and fubiectes trew, 
 The'yll feme to rooft me in my neft a new. 
 
 Y Yea 
 
 83 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 Yea more one of the chiefe, whofe loyaltee 
 
 With guard is trufted of a fecret port : 
 
 It promifeth by night to d'ope, and mee 
 
 Into his pallace let, and doth exhort 
 
 That only fome fmall aide I begge of thee ; 
 
 And thereon more rely for found comfort : 
 Then if I had huge troop of other freakes, 
 So much thine enfigne, and fole name he reakes. 
 
 This fayd, (he peac'd, and his anfwere attends, 
 In act which filent doth both fpeake and pray : 
 Godfrey his doubtfull minde tofiing fufpends 
 Twixt diuers thoughts, ne wots which fide to fway ; 
 He dreads Barbarians wiles, and well comprends ; 
 Man findes no faith where God receiues a nay : 
 But t'other fide a milde ruth him awakes, 
 Which in a worthy minde fleepe neuer takes : 
 
 Nor fole his natiue pitie vfde tofore, 
 Willeth that her of helpefull grace he deygne, 
 But profit moues him eke for profit fbore, 
 T'will bring that in Damafcus fuch do reygne, 
 As may on him depend, and ope the dore, 
 And plaine the path to euery his difeigne : 
 And men may minifter, and armes, and gold 
 Againft t\i Egyptians, and his party hold. 
 
 Whilft doubtfull thus his looke on ground he bends, 
 And in deepe thought reuolues, and toffeth carkes, 
 The Dames fixt eye on his countnance depends, 
 And all his acts obferues, and heedy markes, 
 And for delay time paft her deeming fpends, 
 With feares and fighes fhe for his anfwere harkes : 
 At laft the craued grace he her denies, 
 But th'anfwere gaue in kind and gentle wife. 
 
 If 
 
 3 9 
 
CANTO 
 
 If in Gods feruice, who vs thereto chofe, 
 Our fwords were not employed here to be ; 
 On them you fafely might your hope repofe, 
 And you not pittie fole, but aide would we : 
 But till that thefe his flockes, and till that thofe 
 Oppreffed walles we turne to libertie, 
 
 It is not iuft that forces fent away, 
 
 On courfe of victory we thwart a ftay. 
 
 I promife, yet do you my faith receiue 
 
 As noble pawne, and fafe thereon rely ; 
 
 If euer you may yoake vnworthy reaue 
 
 From thofe walles facred, and moft deere to sky, 
 
 As pitie bids vs we no care will leaue, 
 
 To winne againe your forlorne foueraigntie : 
 
 But pitie now my pietie would blot, 
 
 If firft his right to God I render not. 
 
 At this fpeech downe the Lady caft, and fhayd 
 Her eyes on th'earth, and flood vnmou'd a fpace, 
 Then them bedewed, vp fTie lifts, and fayd, 
 Accompaning her plaint with ruefull grace : 
 Ah wretch on whom hath sky els euer layd 
 A life fo grieuous, and vnchangde to trace ? 
 That others nature rather change, and mind, 
 Then my hard fortune mould a changing find. 
 
 No farder hope is left, I wayle in vaine, 
 In humaine breft prayers haue no longer force : 
 How may I thinke the tyrant fell my paine 
 Will rew, which could in thee worke no remorfe ? 
 Yet will I not of thy hard hart complaine, 
 Which from my helpe doth this fmall aide diuorfe : 
 But plaint gainft heauen my harms caufe addreffe, 
 Which makes in thee eu'n pitie pitileffe. 
 
 Y3 Not 
 
 90 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 Not you my Lord, not fuch is your bountie, 
 
 But tis my deft'ny, which me aie denies ; 
 
 Deft'ny difmall, fell fatall deftinie, 
 
 Yeeld eke my hated life to death a prize : 
 
 Was it (aye me) a flender iniurie, 
 
 To clofe in youthes flowre my deere parents eyes ? 
 
 That thou mufb alfo fee my kingdome reft ? 
 
 And thrald to th'axe as facrifice me left ? 
 
 For fince of vertues, law the dew refpect 
 Brookes not, that here I trifle longer flay, 
 Where fhall I fly the while ? who fhall protect ? 
 What ah yeeld refuge gainft the tyrant may ? 
 No place is vnder sky fo clofely deckt, 
 Which gold not opes : then why do I delay ? 
 Death preaft I fee, which fince to fly is vaine, 
 This hand fhall go, and fetch and entertaine. 
 
 There filenc'd fhe, and feemed a difdaine 
 Royall, and noble flamed in her face : 
 Then turning fteps, fhe fhowes to part againe, 
 With porte all framde to fad defpiteous grace, 
 Her ceafeleffe mone in fuch a tune doth plaine, 
 As is begot when wrath and woe embrace : 
 And her new borne teares for they to fee, 
 Gainft funny rayes, Chriftall and pearle bee. 
 
 Her cheekes with thofe life humours fprinckelled, 
 Which trickling dropt downe on her veftures hemme, 
 Seem'd entermingled rofes white and red ; 
 If fo a dewy cloud do water them, 
 When to calme breath their clofed lap they fpred, 
 What time firft peered dawning takes his ftemme, 
 And morne which them beholds & in them ioyes, 
 Proud with their ornament her lockes accoyes. 
 
 But 
 
 .<>> 
 
CANTO 
 
 But that cleere humour which embellifheth 
 Her bofome and faire cheekes with drops fo thicke, 
 Workes the effe6l of fire, and clofe creepeth 
 Into a thoufand breafts, and there doth fticke : 
 
 miracle of loue I which fparckes draweth 
 From teares, and harts in water kindles quicke 
 
 With flames, paft nature fbill his powre extends, 
 But in her vertue boue it felfe afcends. 
 
 This fained forrow drew from many a freake 
 True teares, and harts vnftoand moft hardened, 
 Ech with her walks, and to himfelfe doth fpeake, 
 By Godfreys ruth if thy fuit be not fped, 
 His nurfe fome raging Tygre was, and eake 
 On rugged Alpes fome hideous cragge him bred ; 
 Or fome fea waue which breakes, & froth vpcaftes, 
 Fell man that broyles, and fuch a bewtie waftes. 
 
 But Enjlace gallant youth, whom fierie brand 
 Of pitie and of loue, more feruent fride ; 
 Whiles ech elfe mutters, or doth filent ftand, 
 Steps foorth, and tongue to thefe bold words allide : 
 My Lord and brother, with too ftraight a band 
 Your ftiffe minde is to your firft purpofe tide, 
 If ioynt confent, which doth intreat and pray, 
 To plyant bent, it fomewhat cannot fway. 
 
 1 fay not that the Princes, who their care 
 
 Owe to thefe troopes, as they to them their awe, 
 Should from this fiedge with fteps backe-turned fare, 
 Or from their duetie their regard withdrawe : 
 But mongft our felues, who Knights aduentrous are, 
 Deuoyde of proper charge, nor bent to lawe, 
 That others vnderly you fafely might 
 Cull out fome ten to patronize her right. 
 
 Z For 
 
 92 
 
Q VARTO. 
 
 For from Gods feruice not bereft is hee, 
 Who doth a Virgin innocent defende, 
 And deere thofe fpoyles vnto the heauens bee, 
 Which of a flaughtered Tyrant any fende : 
 If then to this attempt the profit mee 
 Not fwayd, which thence affured we attende : 
 Yet duetie would me moue by dueties right, 
 Our order doth our aide to Ladies plight. 
 
 Ah be it farre (for-god) that any fay, 
 
 In Frounce or wher-fo elfe raignes courtefie, 
 
 That for a caufe, which on a ground doth ftay 
 
 So iuft, and good, perill or paine we fly, 
 
 My felfe here downe my helme and curets lay ; 
 
 Here I my fword vngird, nor more will I 
 
 My Courfer manage, nor beare armes in fight, 
 Nor eare henceforth vfurpe the name of Knight. 
 
 So fpake he, and with him his fellowes all, 
 Concording iangle in a fhrilly found, 
 And his aduice bootfull and good they call, 
 And Captaine preffe with prayers, and around : 
 I yeeld, then fayd he, me vanquifh fhall 
 So manies concourfe, fo together bound : 
 Graunt we her boon, if fo you will encline, 
 But be it your aduice, and none of mine. 
 
 But if that Godfreys credit ought you prize, 
 Some meafure yet on your affections place : 
 This fole he fpake, and this can them fuffize, 
 For what he graunted, ech gan foone embrace : 
 Now what worke not a faire Dames pewling eyes ? 
 And in tongue amarous words hony grace ? 
 From her fweet lips iffues a golden chaine, 
 Which foules doth captiue, and at pleafure raine. 
 
 Euftace 
 
 93 
 
CANTO 
 
 Eujlace her calleth backe, and ceafe (he fayes) 
 Lady of bewtie, this your drooping cheere, 
 For we will yeeld fuch, and within few dayes, 
 As for your feare fliall more then iuft appeare : 
 Armida then vnfhrowdes her cloudie rayes, 
 And countnance doth with fuch a fmile endeere, 
 As her bewtie enamoureth the skyes, 
 Whilft with her precious vayle fhe wipes her eyes. 
 
 Her felfe then yeeldes fhe in notes deerely fweet, 
 Gratefull for fo large graces they beftow, 
 Which printed in her hart thence neuer fleet ; 
 But them for euer fhall the world know : 
 And what the tongue t'expreffe appeares vnmeet, 
 Dumbe eloquence doth in her geflures fhow, 
 And clofe fhe hideth vnder borow'd looke, 
 That thought whereof no one fufpition tooke. 
 
 Then feeing fortune fauour with a fmile 
 
 The great beginning of her fraudfull parts, 
 
 Ere her conceipt be forft to vary ftile, 
 
 This wicked worke fhe'll end, and more then th'arts 
 
 Of Circe or Medea could beguile : 
 
 Her fweet fhowes and faire lookes fhall beizle harts, 
 And with well tuned voyce of Syrens kind, 
 A (lumber cart on the mofl wakefull mind. 
 
 The wench ech hart employes fo to infold 
 Some new-come louer with out-fpreaded net, 
 Nor alwayes, nor withall felfe looke doth hold, 
 But changde on face, and grace in feafon fet, 
 Sometimes her bafht eye feemes by fhame controld, 
 Sometimes with wifhfull roules abroad to iet, 
 With thefe the rod, with thofe fhe plyes the bit, 
 As for their fwift or flow loue feemeth fit. 
 
 Z 3 When 
 
 94 
 
Q VAR TO. 
 
 When any foule fhe from her loue efpies 
 Retire, and thoughts to bridle by defpeires, 
 To him kinde fmile fhe opes, to him her eyes 
 Sweet blinck, loues meffage cleare and cheery beares, 
 The daftard fluggardly defires thus wyfe 
 She fpurres, and doubtfull hope t'affiance reares, 
 And kindling flames in wils enamored, 
 Thaweth the yce by frozen feare ybred. 
 
 Againe to fome who hardly ouergo 
 Dew bounds, led by their Chieftaine rafh and blind, 
 Sweet lookes and louely words more fparely flow, 
 Whilft feare to reu'rence doth them prentife bind, 
 Yet when difdaine her countnance changed fo, 
 Glimpfing therethrough fome ray of pitie fhind, 
 That feare they may, but not defpaire they need, 
 And fhe more longing doth more ftately breed. 
 
 Somewhile fhe gets her felfe elfewhere a part, 
 And fafhions frames, and doth a vifage faine, 
 As woe begunne, and from her eyes out-ftart 
 Forft teares full oft, which in fhe drawes againe, 
 The whiles to weepe in deede by fuch her art, 
 A thoufand fimple foules fhe does conftraine, 
 And fhafts of loue feafons in pities fire, 
 That armes fo ftrong may hart giue death to hire. 
 
 Then as fhe would dealing away beguile 
 Thofe thoughts, and new hope did awake her mind, 
 Towards her louers bent fhe fteps and flile, 
 And in ioys feemely weede her face fhe fhrinde, 
 And her bright hew and faire celeftiall fmile, 
 Seem'd as a double Sunne, that gleaming fhinde, 
 On thicke and myftie clowds of forrow fad, 
 Which bout their breafts tofore it gathred had. 
 
 But 
 
 95 
 
CANTO 
 
 But whiles fhe fweetly fpeakes, and laughes fweetly, 
 And with this two-fold fweetnes luls the fenfe, 
 Well neere fhe makes the foule from bodie fly, 
 As gainffc fo rare delites voyde of defence, 
 Ah cruell loue that flayth vs equally, 
 Where wormewood thou or hony do difpence, 
 And equall deadly at all feafons bee 
 Mifchiefes and medicines, which proceede of thee. 
 
 Twixt tempers crofTmg thus in froft and flame, 
 In plaint and laughter, and midft hope and feare, 
 The wylie wench them makes her gleefull game, 
 And more her ftate doth to affurance reare, 
 And if fome one dare tongue all trembling frame, 
 With hoarfe voyce witneffe of his paynes to beare, 
 She faines as one vnskild in louers trade, 
 Not fee the mind whofe words it ouert made. 
 
 Or ihe her fhamefaft, and downe clyned eyes 
 With tire and taint of honefty embowres, 
 So as her gayeft verdure vayled lyes 
 Vnder the Rofe, which her faire face beflowres, 
 As at firft birth we fee the morning ryfe, 
 In his frefh blooming, and betimely howres, 
 And blufh of fcorne fellowd with that of fhame, 
 Forth both at once, mixt and confufed came. 
 
 But if llie any by his fafhions fpy, 
 Bent to reueile his harts in burning paine, 
 Now fteale and fly him fro, now meanes fupply 
 Of fpeech (he doth, and ftraight them reaues againe, 
 So tyrde and skornd all day he treads awry, 
 And at the laft his hope fhe chops a twayne, 
 Like hunter that at eu'ning leefeth vew 
 Of Deere, whom long in chace he did purfew, 
 
 A a Thefe 
 
 96 
 
QVAR TO. 
 
 Thefe were the arts, with which (he could furprize 
 A thoufand thoufand foules by theeuifh trade, 
 Rather the armes with which in robbing wife, 
 To force of loue then humble flaues fhe made ; 
 What maruaile then if fierce Achilles lyes, 
 Or Hercules or Thefeus to blade, 
 
 Of loue a pray, if who for Chrift it draw ; 
 
 The naughtie-packe fometimes do catch in paw. 
 
 The end of the fourth Song. 
 
 97 
 
THE FIFTH SONG. 
 
 Hile as Armida treacherous, 
 
 thuf-wife 
 The Knight entyceth her loues 
 
 maze to tread, 
 Nor on the promifde ten alone 
 
 relyes, 
 But trufts her Health fhould more 
 a gaddling lead : 
 On whom to charge this daung'rous enterprize, 
 Which flie muft guide, Godfrey wift not a read : 
 For ventrers ftore, and worth in generall 
 Breedes doubt, nor leffe their bent in fpeciall. 
 
 At laft he orders with well-ware forefight, 
 That choyce of one from out themfelues they take, 
 Who fhould fucceede to noble Dudons right, 
 And this election at his pleafure make, 
 That fo no one with iuit exception might 
 Complaine, or he their caufefull wrath awake : 
 And fhow withall, how this moft worthy band 
 With him, in price doth of high valew ftand. 
 
 Then he them to him cals, and gan to fay, 
 You haue already vnderfbood my minde, 
 Which for the Damfels aide gaue not a nay, 
 But to a riper feafon it affignde, 
 This I propound a new, and well it may 
 A dew affent of your opinions flnde : 
 For in the world light and chaungeable, 
 T'is conftance oft t'enfew thoughts variable. 
 
 A a 3 But 
 
 9 3 
 
QVINTO. 
 
 But if yet ftill you deeme it foully ftaine 
 This your degree, fuch perils to refufe, 
 And if your noble courage feeme difdaine, 
 What fo a counfell ouerfafe enfewes, 
 I will you not againft your wils retaine, 
 Nor calling backe my graunt, my faith abufe : 
 But with you be it, as to be is right, 
 The bridle of our rule gentle and light. 
 
 To go then or to ftay, content I reft, 
 That on your pleafure freely it depend, 
 Yet will, that firft you make to Duke deceit 
 New fucceffour, who may your charge attend, 
 And mongft you ten out-cull, as likes him bed, 
 But take of ten expirde the choice fhall end : 
 
 For herein I referue my fou'raignty, 
 
 In all els, franke be his authority. 
 
 So Godfrey fpake, and th'anfwere to impart, 
 Ech ones confent vpon his brother threw : 
 Like as (O Captaine) this farre feeing art 
 Of lingring vertue beft befeemeth you, 
 So vigour of the hand and of the hart 
 Of vs is lookt, as debet by vs dew : 
 
 And that ripe firmeneffe, which in others cafe 
 Is prouidence, in vs were vilety bafe. 
 
 And fince light harmes, which from this perill grow, 
 Weyd with the profit, make the balance rife : 
 Your liking had, the chofen ten fhall go 
 With this Damfell to that braue enterprife : 
 Thus he concludes, and with guile tyred fo, 
 Seekes clofe to vayle the minde, which inly fries 
 With colour' d zeale ; honours defire did moue 
 The reft (as feem'd) but t'was defire of loue. 
 
 But 
 
 99 
 
CANTO 
 
 But youngeft Bulleyn with repining eye 
 
 Vpon the Sonne, who of Sophia leeres, 
 
 Whofe vertue he admires enuioufly, 
 
 Which in fine feature more it felfe endeeres, 
 
 His matefhip nould, and futtle iealoufly, 
 
 Wary conceipts vp in his fancie fteeres, 
 
 Whence he his counterflriuer drawne apart, 
 Arraifons him with this befmoothing art 
 
 of great Sire, thou greater Sonne that art ! 
 Who young in price of armes bearft higheft fame 
 Of this braue band, whereof we make a part, 
 Who fhall be graced with commanders name ? 
 
 1 that to famous Dudon, fcarce my hart 
 Sole for the honour of his age could frame 
 
 T'obey, I Godfreys brother cannot fee, 
 Whom I mould yeeld to faue alone to thee. 
 
 Thee whofe high lynage egals all the reft, 
 Whofe glory me, and merit hath out-gon, 
 Nor leffe himfelfe, in price of martiall queft 
 To hold, difdaynes the greater Boglion : 
 Thee I for Captaine craue, if in thee neft 
 No will to be this Squadrons Champion, 
 Ne thinke I thou wilt for that honour carke, 
 Which may proceed from deeds obfcure & darke. 
 
 Nor here wants place where you may bewtify 
 
 Your haughtie valour with fames brighter ray, 
 
 Now Tie procure (if you it not deny) 
 
 This chiefe honour, the reft on you fhall lay, 
 
 But for I wot not well, what way to ply 
 
 My hart, which plants in doubts his fickle ftay ; 
 
 Let me obtaine that Armide at my will 
 
 I follow may, or with thee tarry ftill. 
 
 B b Here 
 
 lOO 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 Here Eujlace held his peace, nor vttered 
 Thefe later accents without bluihing face, 
 And his hot burning thoughts ill couered 
 T'other well fpide, and fmiled at the cafe : 
 But for loues flower ftroakes, fcarcely perced 
 The vtter rinde, which did his breft embrace, 
 Nor at a countermate he takes offence, 
 Nor to purfew the wench he makes pretence. 
 
 But deepely grau'd in holdfaft thought abides 
 Dudons fharpe death, whom long to ouer-liue, 
 That it audacious Argant fo betides, 
 He counts will blemifh of difhonour giue, 
 And part into his eares with pleafing Aides 
 This fpeech, which him doth to dew honour driue : 
 And his young courage ioyes and well appayes, 
 In the fweet found of his true tuned prayfe. 
 
 Whence thus he anfwerd, I hold more defire, 
 
 Chiefe places to deferue then to obtaine, 
 
 And if I may to vertues height afpire, 
 
 Enuy I neede not others haughty raigne, 
 
 Yet to this honour, as my fitting hire, 
 
 If you me call, I will not curchy ftraine, 
 But deere repute, that you fo plaine a figne 
 Expreffe, how your good wils to me encline. 
 
 Thus I it not defire, not yet refufe, 
 And I made Duke, you fhall be of th'elecl:, 
 So Eujlace leaues him, and gins trauaile vfe, 
 This with his mates good liking to affect : 
 But for felfe roome Prince Gernand hotly fewes, 
 Whom though Armidas poifoned (hafts enfeci, 
 Yet in proud hart, leffe Ladies loue preuailes, 
 Then thirft of honour, which more fharpe affailes. 
 
 From 
 
 IOI 
 
CANTO 
 
 From Norway great Kings Gemand came of yore, 
 Who many Realmes fwayd with Emperiall blade ; 
 Which ftore of Crownes, and royall Scepters ftore 
 Of Sire and Grandfires, him much haughtie made : 
 Th'other on his owne worth him haughtie bore, 
 More then on a6ls of elders noble trade, 
 Albe of hundred yeares many a leace, 
 They were renownd in warre, & knowne in peace. 
 
 But the Barbarian Lord, who meafur'de fole, 
 So farre as gold and rule can ftretch the line, 
 And deem'd ech vertue darke as quenched cole, 
 Wherein fome royall title did not fhine, 
 In no wife brookes that to the craued gole, 
 The Knights like merit mould their courfe combine : 
 And growes fo teafty, that by teeny fpight, 
 Paft reafons bounds he is tranfported quite. 
 
 So as the fprite malignant of the deepe, 
 Who open in him faw this largy gate, 
 Into him gan with couert filent creepe, 
 And in the helme of thoughts fleeing fate, 
 And there his wrath ginnes more in hate to fteepe, 
 And more his hart to pricke, and more to grate, 
 And worketh fo that in his foule ftill founds 
 A voice, which reafons fuch to him propounds. 
 
 Doth Reynold iuft with thee ? beares his vaine ranke 
 
 Of elder worthies fuch Nobilitie ? 
 
 Then let him fhow (fince thee he mates fo cranke) 
 
 The Nations thralled to his foueraigntie, 
 
 Shew he his Realmes, his dead ones let him flanke, 
 
 With thine that Hue in royall dignitie, 
 
 Ah how this Lord prefumes of worthleffe rate ! 
 
 Lord borne in Italy of thrald eftate ! 
 
 B b 3 Winne 
 
 102 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 Winne he or leefe he, he is victor yet, 
 
 Eu'n fince he was thy couutermate at firft, 
 
 What will the world fay (and faying fet 
 
 His prayfe a flaunt) with Gernand match he durft, 
 
 That roome to thee fome fame and credit get 
 
 Well might, which noble Dudons glory nurft : 
 
 But yet thy felfe wouldft it no leffe a grace, 
 
 Where he by crauing it, doth it abafe. 
 
 And if they, who no longer breath or fpeake, 
 To our affaires their knowing thoughts apply, 
 Into what noble flame of wrath out breake 
 Doth good old Dudon (thinke you) boue in sky ? 
 Whiles he aduifeth this, our copy freake, 
 And on his fawcy boldneffe bends his eye, 
 
 Who eu'n with him (fcorning his worth and age) 
 Dares to compare fond ouer-weening Page. 
 
 Yea dares, and it attempts, and beares away 
 In liew of chafticement, honour and laud, 
 And fome there are, who for him do and fay, 
 (O common fhame) and vnto him applaud : 
 But if Godfrey it fee, and pleafde appay, 
 That of what is thy dew he thee defraud, 
 Bear't not, nor it to beare it is thy part, 
 But fhew him what thou canft, and who thou art. 
 
 At fuch a fpeeches found vpflames difdaine, 
 And as a toffed brand in him it growes, 
 Nor ftuft and fwollen heart it can containe, 
 But out through eyes, and at the tongue it goes, 
 What fo blamefull, vndew, he deemes may ftaine 
 Rinaldos honour, he doth all difclofe : 
 
 Him proud and vaine he faines, and his manhood 
 He termes by name of rafhnes, fond and wood. 
 
 And 
 
 103 
 
CANTO 
 
 And what fo of a great and haughty hart, 
 
 Of loftie, and of noble, in him fhinde, 
 
 All this (fhading the truth with euill art) 
 
 He blames, as it were vice, and fault doth finde : 
 
 And prateth fo, as fame it gan impart 
 
 To counter-knight by vulgars blabbing winde : 
 
 Nor yet his wrath he flakte or bridelled (wed. 
 
 The blindfold bent, which fhould to death him 
 
 For that lewd feend, who mouing rulde his tong, 
 
 In fteede of breath and all his words did frame, 
 
 Him made renew ech his outragious wrong, 
 
 Still beeting fewell, to his bofomd flame, 
 
 Wide place there was in Camp, where feemly throng 
 
 Of choiceft perfons euer flocking came : 
 
 Where ioynd in wrafbling and in turneyment, 
 More vigour, and more skill, their lims they bent. 
 
 Now there what time thickeft encreafb the preace, 
 He (as his defYny gaue) Reynold accufde, 
 And like keene fhaft, againft him gan addreffe 
 His tongue, invenom of Auerne infufde, 
 And of his fpeech Reynold was my witneffe, 
 Nor longer could reftraine his wrath vnufde, 
 But cryes thou lyeft, and on him fets amaine, 
 And in right hand doth naked weapon ftraine. 
 
 His voice a thunder feemd, lightning his blade, 
 Which tidings bringeth of the falling flafh, 
 He quakes, nor fees how fly, or how euade 
 He may deathes prefent vnefchewed lafh, 
 Yet fmce the whole Campe witneffe flood, he made 
 Semblant, as nought him could difmay or bafh :* 
 And his great foe attends, and weapon barde 
 (Clofe fetled for defence) he lyes at warde. 
 
 C c Seene 
 
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Q VINT O. 
 
 Seene fiery fwords wel-neere a thoufand are 
 That time at once to flame, for there around 
 In flockt, and fhoou'd and prefl of folke vnware 
 A diuers troope, and through the aire rebound 
 And whirle of voices that vncertaine fare, 
 And of confufed accents doth the found : 
 
 As at fea more is heard when wind and waue, 
 Murmures diuers in one confounded haue. 
 
 But not a whit for others voices flakes, 
 Th'ofTended warriour eyther brunt or ire, 
 Fences and cryes he fcornes, or what fo brakes 
 A flop, and to reuenge doth whole afpire : 
 And through the men, & through their armes he rakes, 
 And whirles about his fword of flafhy fire : 
 So as to thoufand guarders fhame all lets 
 Away he thrufts, and on Gernando fets. 
 
 And with a hand, eu'n angry skild in fight, 
 A thoufand blowes, quartring on him layes, 
 Now in the brefl, now in the head, now right, 
 Now left fide, bufie he to wound affayes : 
 And his right hand fo wimble was and wight, 
 That eyes and art came fhort of his fly wayes : 
 
 So as vnfeene, and vnaduifde it lights, 
 
 And ftrikes, & foines, where leafl his feare affrights. 
 
 Nor euer ceaft, till in his breft plunged, 
 Once and againe he had his fierce Morglay : 
 The wretch fals grouellng on his wound, and fhed 
 Foorth foule and fpirits, by that dubble way : 
 The vanquisher his fword yet fprinckelled 
 With bloud, vpfheathes, nor there brooks longer flay : 
 But turnes elfewhere, and cafleth off withall 
 His cruell mood, and his incenfed gall. 
 
 Good 
 
CANTO 
 
 Good Godfrey to this tumult drawne the while, 
 Findes difmall fight of vnexpefted cafe, 
 Germand out ftretcht his haire, and mantle vile, 
 And moyft with bloud, and full of death his face : 
 He heares the fighes and plaints, and diuers ftile 
 Of moanes, for warriour flaughtred in the place : 
 Stonifht he queres, here where tis moft forbid, 
 Who ift that fo much durft, and fo much did ? 
 
 Arnalt one deereft to the Prince deceaft, 
 The cafe tels, and it telling gan augment, 
 How Reynold flew him, and how thereto preft 
 He was, by flight caufe of a braine-ficke bent : 
 And how the fword which guirded was to queft 
 Of Chrijli gainft CJiriftan Champions now he hent, 
 And how he fcornde his rule, and fore-refbraint, 
 And how herewith all did themfelues acquaint. 
 
 And that death to his guilt by law is dew, 
 And ought (as was proclaimde) be punifhed, 
 Both for the fault felfe beares a heynous hew, 
 As for in fuch a place it happened, 
 For if his errour fuch pardon accrew, 
 More by his fample will be couraged, 
 And that the wronged will to vengeance band 
 Themfelues, which now th'attend at Iudges hand. 
 
 Which difcord will beget, and bring forth blowes, 
 Twixt fuch as part with tone and tother take, 
 The dead mans merits vp he rips and fhowes, 
 What fo may pitie or difdaine awake, 
 But Tancred it denies, and doth oppofe 
 Himfelfe, and skufing forth accufed fpake : 
 Godfrey liftneth, and with a face feueare, 
 Small caufe affords of hope, but more of feare. 
 
 C c 3 Tancred 
 
 TC,6 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 Tancred then addes, my wife Lord, pleafe it you, 
 What and who Reynold is, in mind to call, 
 What honour in his owne regard is dew, 
 Both for his ftocke renowmed, and royall, 
 And for his Vnckle Guelfe, nor ought enfew, 
 From rulers doome, on ech a paine equall : 
 In diuers callings, one offence appeeres 
 Diuers, and eu'neffe fole is iuft with pheeres. 
 
 The lower fhall (anfwerd the Captaine) learne, 
 By fample of the higher to obay, 
 Tancred, you counfell ill, and ill difcerne 
 To thinke, He bear with greats vnruly fway, 
 What were my rule, if fole with vulgar fterne, 
 On none but bafe, and vile commaund I may ? 
 A powreleffe Scepter, a charge full of fhame, 
 If fuch law gaue it, I renounce the fame. 
 
 But franke and awfull it was giuen mee, 
 Nor this authoritie fhall any bate, 
 And well I know, where, and when ought to bee 
 Now price and paines, impofde of diuers rate, 
 Now keeping tenour of equalitee, 
 Not loweft feuer'd from the higheft ftate : 
 So fpake he, t'other anfwere none affords, 
 As vanquifht by the reu'rence of his words. 
 
 Raymond a follower of the feuere, 
 And fterne antiquitie, his fpeech commends, 
 With thefe arts (fayes he) who fo well doth beare 
 His rule, the fubje6ls to his reu'rence bends : 
 For difcipline is neuer foundeft, where 
 The guilty pardon more then paine attends : 
 Downe fals ech Realme, ech mercy ruineth, 
 Which on the bafe of feare not fafteneth. 
 
 So 
 
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CANTO 
 
 So fpake he, and Tancred did well aduife 
 Thefe words, nor there time longer fpent, 
 But to Rma/do-wavd foorthwith him hies 
 On fbeed, who feemed winged as he went : 
 Reynold, when from fierce foe he had thufwife 
 Reft pride and foule, returned to his tent : 
 
 There Tancred found him, and makes full report, 
 What fayd and anfwerd was, in eu'ry fort. 
 
 Then he adioynes, albe no outward mow, 
 As faithfull witnes of the hart I prize,. 
 For in too inward part, and too hollow 
 The thought of mortall wights conceiled lies : 
 Yet dare I vouch by that on fight I know, 
 In the Chieftaine (nor it he whole denies) 
 That to the common law for guilt ordaind, 
 He'll have you thrald, and in his power reflrainde. 
 
 Rinaldo fomewhat fmilde, and with a face, 
 In which twixt laughter, flafhed a difdaine, 
 Let him (quoth he) in bonds go plead his cace, 
 Thats bond, and fit for bondage hath a graine, 
 I free was borne, and liue, and free in place 
 Will die, ere bafe cord hand or foot aftraine : 
 Vfde to my fword, and vfed Palmes to beare, 
 Is this right hand, and fcornes vile gyues to weare. 
 
 But if for my deferts fuch recompence 
 
 Godfrey will yeeld, and me in prifon caft, 
 
 As I of vulgar were, and beare pretence 
 
 In common fetters to vptie me faft, 
 
 Then let him come or fend, I will not hence : 
 
 Twixt vs fhall chance, and armes be Iudges plaft, 
 
 He of a difmall Tragedy the fhoe 
 
 Prefent for paftime to our forraine foe. 
 
 D d This 
 
 10S 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 This faid, he cals for armes, and head and breft 
 In fteele of fined choice moft feemely fhrines, 
 And with his waighty fhield his arme he preft, 
 And fatall blade vnto his fide combines, 
 And with a femblant braue and nobellefb, 
 (As lightning wonts) he in his armour mines, 
 Mars he refembles thee, when from fift heau'n 
 Thou comffc down guirt with ire & ghaftly leau'n. 
 
 Tcmcerd this while his fierce fprites doth procure, 
 And hart vpfwolne with pride to mollifie : 
 Inui6l young man (he fayes) to your valure, 
 I know, ech hard and tough event will plie 
 With eafe, I know, that euer moft fecure 
 Midft armes and terrour ftands your vertue hie : 
 
 But God forbid you make it fuch appeere, 
 
 So cruelly to our annoyance heere. 
 
 Tell me, what meane you do ? will you go ftaine 
 Your yet cleane hands in bloud of ciuill warre ? 
 And with Chriftens vnworthy wounds, againe 
 Peirce Chriffc, of whom we part and members are ? 
 And mail refpe£ts of fading honour vaine ? 
 (Which like fea waues foone flow, and ebbe as farre) 
 
 Worke more with you, then either faith or zeale ? 
 
 Which glory bring of heauens endleffe weale ? 
 
 Ah no (for God) conquer your felfe, and kill 
 This fierceneffe of your ouer haughty minde, 
 Giue place, it is no feare but holy will : 
 For Palme is to your giuing place affignde, 
 And in my yeeres of young vnripened skill, 
 If any way futewoorth example flnde, 
 I alfo was prouokt, yet neuer grew 
 Gainffc faithfull fierce, but did my felfe fubdew. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 For when Cilicia Realme, by mine effort 
 I wanne, and Chriitan Enfignes there addreft, 
 Baldwyn comes on, and in vnworthy fort 
 It ftraightwayes feizd, and made a bafe conqueft : 
 Whilft bearing of a friend ech way the port, 
 At his fo greedy bent I neuer gheft, 
 Yet feeke thereof recovery by fight 
 I nould, though it perhaps performe I might. 
 
 And if you alfo prifonment refufe, 
 And fetters fly, as waight vnmoble fro, 
 And th'ufes rather and th'opinions chufe, 
 On which men name of honours lawes beftow, 
 Let me alone, lie you to Captaine skufe, 
 Do you to Boemimd at Antioch goe, 
 
 That he you out in this firft brunt may beare, 
 So gainft his fentence fafe bide fhal you theare. 
 
 Soone will it hap, if the Egyptian ftate, 
 Or other Painim troope againft vs warre, 
 That clearer much your valour of high rate 
 Will fhine, while that from hence it bideth farre, 
 And Campe will feeme (you wanting) out of date, 
 As corps whofe arme and hand off chopped are : 
 Here Guelfe comes in, & doth this fpeech approue, 
 And wils that thence he fpeedily remoue. 
 
 To their aduifes the difdainefull hart, 
 Of this audacious youth, beturning plies, 
 So as foorthwith from thence afide to ftart, 
 To fuch well-willers he no more denies, 
 Friends llore (the while) flocke in from euery part, 
 And with him craue to goe, in earned wife, 
 He thankes them all, and for attendants chofe 
 Two only Squires, and fo to horfe he goes. 
 
 Dd 3 He 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 He parts, and of high glory a large bent 
 Pertakes, the fpurre and rod of noble fprite : 
 His hart all vowd t'exploits magnificent, 
 Doth none but workes of rareft price endite, 
 Midft foes (as champion of the faith) he ment, 
 That Palme or Cypreffe mould his paines acquite : 
 He'll Egypt fcoure, and pierce eu'n to the hole, 
 Where from his vncouth fpring Nile doth outrole. 
 
 But Guelfe, when as the fierce young man thus wife, 
 Preft to depart, had bid them all adew : 
 There brookes no longer flay, but fpeedy hies, 
 Where gueffe might Godfrey fooneft yeeld to vew, 
 Who fpying him, with voyce of higher fize, 
 Said (Guelfe) this very time I wifht for you, 
 And fent but late to fundry wheres about, 
 Some of our Herhaults to enquire you out. 
 
 Then makes all els withdraw, and turning low, 
 Begins with him a graue fpeech to contriue, 
 Your Nephew verily (my friend Guelfo) 
 To headlong runnes, where heats his courage driue, 
 And of his deede (I deeme) can hardly fhow 
 Some caufe, that may to iuft pretence arriue : 
 Deere would I hold that fo it might befall, 
 But Godfrey ftands an equall Duke withall. 
 
 And will, of what fo lawfull is and right, 
 In ech cafe guardeine and defender bee, 
 Preferuing dill from tyrant paffions might, 
 His vnfubdewed hart in iudging free, 
 Now if that Reynold by conftraint him dight, 
 To wrong th'edict, and facred maieftee 
 Of difcipline, as fome alleage, beehooues 
 He can, and take our doome, & make his prooues. 
 
 Come 
 
 ii i 
 
CANTO 
 
 Come he to his reftraint in liberty, 
 What may be to his merits I confent, 
 But if he this difdaine, and ftand ftififely, 
 (Well wot I his vntamed hardiment) 
 Do you to bring him your beft care apply, 
 Leaft he force one of flow and gentle bent, 
 Seuere auenger be of his Empire, 
 And of the lawes, as reafon doth require. 
 
 So did he fpeake, and Gnelfe replyed thus, 
 No minde that fhames what iuftly may defame, 
 Can fpeeches heare of fcorne iniurious, 
 And not repulfe them backe from whence they came, 
 If wrongers flaughter then the wrong difcuffe, 
 Who ift that bounds can to iuft furie frame ? 
 Who can his blowes, and what to fault is dew, 
 In heat of bickring wey, and meafure trew ? 
 
 But that the youth mould come in, and obay, 
 Your fou'raigne iudgement, as you now require, 
 Me greeues, it cannot be, fo farre away 
 He ftraight his fteps did from the hoaft retire, 
 Yet this right hand a gage of proofe I lay, 
 Gainft him that blew this falfe accufals fire, 
 
 Or who fo els beares like malicious hed, 
 
 That fhame vniuft, he iuftly punifhed. 
 
 I fay, with reafon he Gtrnando hault, 
 
 Downe forft the homes of his ftout pride to bend, 
 
 Your broken charge (if any) was his fault, 
 
 This fole I forrow, nor will it commend : 
 
 He peac'd, let him (quoth Godfrey) fetch his fault, 
 
 And brawles beare other where, nor I intend, 
 
 That you more {eede here of new quarrels fow, 
 
 Ah no (for-God) let old ftrifes alfo go. 
 
 E e This 
 
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Q VINTO. 
 
 This while her proffred fuccour to procure, 
 The lewd deceitfull wench no time forflowes, 
 All day fhe fpends in prayres, and puts in vre, 
 What helpe from art, or wit, or bewtie growes, 
 But when the night fpreading her robe obfcure, 
 The day light in the Weft gan vp to clofe, 
 
 Twixt her two Knights, and matrons twaine afide, 
 Where her pauilion pitched was, fhe hide. 
 
 But though for art of wiles the price fhe bare, 
 And kind her port were and her manners quent, 
 And fhe fo faire as neuer greater fhare 
 The heauen's tofore on any woman fpent, 
 So as in Campe moft of the Champions rare, 
 She with a ftrong and holdfaft pleafure hent, 
 Yet on the bayt of any her delite, 
 No tycing could good Godfrey winne to bite. 
 
 In vaine fhe fought to flocke, or with mortall, 
 Sweetnings t'enroll him in Cupidos pay : 
 For as a gorged Hawke ftoupes not at call 
 Of Faulkners lure, vpon his traine to pray ; 
 So he full of the world, frayle pleafures all 
 Scornes, and mounts to the sky by vncouth way: 
 And what fo fnares, vnfaithfull loue contriues, 
 Gainffc his faire flight he of effect depriues. 
 
 Nor any let could make his fteps retrace 
 From path which God points holy thoughts t'enfew, 
 With him a thoufand arts fhe tryes, and face 
 Of thoufand formes him fhowes (as Prote new) 
 Well might her geftures fweet, and feemely grace 
 Wake loue, where cold fleepe did it moft imbew : 
 But here (mercy the Lord) ech proffer vaine 
 Proued, ne bootes it to beginne againe. 
 
 The 
 
 P 113 
 
CANTO 
 
 The faire Dame who to kindle did fuppofe 
 Ech chaf [t]eft hart with oncly blincke of eye : 
 O how fhe haultnes (now) and pride forgoes ! 
 How this her fpite with meruaile gan ally, 
 At laft, where leffe doubt of gaineftriuing fhoes, 
 She new refolues her forces to apply, 
 
 Like tyred Captaine, who leaues fiedge of fort 
 Impregnable, and makes elfewhere refort. 
 
 But gainft this wenches armes his hart no leffe 
 Inuict to be, Tancrcdi will approue, 
 For other longings his whole breft poffeffe, 
 Nor any new heat may the old remoue, 
 For as one venom vfeth to repreffe 
 The tothers force, fo tone doth tother loue, 
 Thefe fole, not much or little could fhe gaine, 
 Ech els, her fairefl fire enflamde amaine. 
 
 She though it greeu'd that not a thorow fway, 
 Fortune allowd her purpofe and her art, 
 Yet of fo many Champions a pray 
 So noble, fomedeale comforteth her hart : 
 And ere fome one her fraudes difcouer may, 
 Thinkes to conduct them to a fafer part : 
 Where them fhe will in other chaines enfold 
 Then thofe, wher with the thral fhe now doth hold. 
 
 So when the terme was prefent come, that dayd 
 The Captaine had, fome fuccour her to yeeld, 
 Before him reu'rent fhe appeares, and fayd, 
 Time out doth date (Sir) of your promife weeld, 
 And if fell Tirant learne, that vnder ayd 
 Of thefe your armes, I feeke my felfe to fheeld, 
 He will prepare his forces for defence, 
 Nor we fhall eafily compaffe our pretence. 
 
 E e 3 Then 
 
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Q VINTO. 
 
 Then ere the newes hereof, fome certaine fpy 
 Him beare, or flying flames vncertaine winde : 
 Let of your valiant men by your pitty, 
 Some few with me to march be ftraight afllgnde : 
 For if the heaun's view not with froward eye 
 Mens workes, nor innocence caft out of minde, 
 I fhall my Realme regaine, and Towne and field, 
 In peace and warre fhall you ftili tribute yeeld. 
 
 So faid fhe, and the Captaine to her woordes 
 Graunteth what could not [to her] be denyde, 
 Though wiles to parture fhe no flay affoordes, 
 He fees himfelfe to his election tyde, 
 But of the ten, ech one the number boordes, 
 And with ftrange inftance to be chofen plyde : 
 And emulation, which in them awakes, 
 More in the fuit importunate them makes. 
 
 She, that in them wide open fees the hart, 
 It hauing feene, takes a new argument, 
 And iealoufies grim feare lafheth a part 
 On her haunches, as fcourge of dire torment : 
 Well weeting that at laft without fuch art, 
 Loue waxeth old and flow, and flaketh bent, 
 Much like a Steed e who neuer gallops fwift, 
 Vnleffe fome after, fome tofore him fhift. 
 
 And in fuch wife fhe can her words allot, 
 And her entycing looke and louely fmile, 
 That none there is, who t'other enuies not, 
 Nor fo they feare, but, that they hope the while, 
 Thus the fond rout of ech inamourd fot, 
 Spurd on by fhow of hew all fhapte to guile, 
 
 Vnbridled runs, nor fhame reftraines them ought, 
 And Captaine backe to rayne them vainly fought. 
 
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CANTO 
 
 He that to pleafe ech partie doth afpire, 
 With equall bent, and leans to neither fide, 
 Though fomewhat now with lhame, & now with ire. 
 At thefe his Knights fuch peeuifhnes he fride : 
 Yet fince fo obftinate grew their defire, 
 On a new fetch (t'accord them) he relide, 
 Write you your names, and in a veffel place 
 Me them, (quoth he) and lots fhall try the cace. 
 
 Foorthwith then ech ones name is papered, 
 And in fmall pitcher call, and all too fhooke, 
 And drawne by hap, and firfl that iffued, 
 Artemedoro was, Earle of Pembrodke, 
 Next Gherards name fild eares that liftened, 
 And paffage after thefe Wincelay tooke, 
 
 Wincelay who fo graue and fage tofore, 
 
 Now old is louer, and a princox hore. 
 
 Oh how thefe three that firfl were chofen, haue 
 Their countnance mery, and their eyes with child 
 Of ioy, which doth from brinefull hart out-waue, 
 Fortune (loues friend) fpeede eu'ry plot they build, 
 The reft whofe names the pitcher held in graue, 
 Showd doubt, and iealoufie were not exilde, 
 
 And at his mouth they hang, whofe had forth drew 
 The opned briefes, and red the refidew. 
 
 Guafco the fourth came forth, to whom fucceedes 
 
 Ridolfo, and to Ridolfe, Olderick, 
 
 Then of Ronciglio he Gulielmo reedes, 
 
 And Eurard the Bauier, and Francke Henrick, 
 
 Ratnbaldo, was the laft, who changing creedes, 
 
 Made choice gainft Iefus damned foe to kick, 
 
 Eu'n fo much loue could do, termes number he 
 
 There clofed vp, the reft excluded be. 
 
 F f Which 
 
 116 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 Which reft with wrath, enuie and iealoufy 
 Enflamde, fortune vniuft, and brothell call, 
 And blame thee loue that didft her not deny, 
 Within thy Realme her iudgement throne to flail : 
 But for engrafTed in mankind we try, 
 That moft forbidden moft we covet all : 
 In fpite of fortune many them difpofe, 
 To follow her when darke the welkin growes. 
 
 They will her follow ftill, in Sunne and fhade, 
 And for her (fighting) hazard life and foule, 
 She fpares fome becks, & with chopt words that wade 
 Halfe-way, and with fweet fighes them on doth toule : 
 And that them left, her parture muft be made, 
 With tone and tother eft fhe gan condoule : 
 Buskled in amies this while, them readie make 
 The ten Knights, and of Godfrey congey take. 
 
 This wife man ech one monifheth a part, 
 How Painims faith vncertaine is and light, 
 And ill affured pledge, and by what art 
 Men fnares may fhunne, and haps of heauy plight : 
 But with the wind his words away do ftart, 
 For loue brookes counfell of aduifed wight : 
 At laft he giues them licence, and the Dame 
 Stayes not her parting till the morrow came. 
 
 The conquereffe departs, and her before, 
 
 Thofe riuals fhe in Triumph marmalled, 
 
 As prifoners, and to harmes hugy ftore, 
 
 The reft of all her loues abandoned, 
 
 But vnder wings, when night out iffew'd, bore 
 
 Silence, and fweums roaming idlehed, 
 Then fecretly (as loue them counfell lent) 
 Tracing Armidas fteps, full many went. 
 
 Euftace 
 
 117 
 
CANTO 
 
 Euftace her followes firft, who fcarce abide 
 Could, till nights fhadow day-light had yfhrinde, 
 But hafty hyes where him bed pieafd to guide, 
 Through blind darkenes, a Chieftaine all as blind : 
 That faire coole night his wandring way he plide, 
 But when the ioyous light appearing fhinde, 
 Armide appeared likewife with her troope, 
 Where a burgage had beene their lodging coope. 
 
 To her-ward faft he fares, and by his creft 
 Rambaldo foone him knowes, and asking cryde, 
 Why there he came, and what he had in queft : 
 I come to follow (anfwered he) Armide, 
 Nor (if vnfcornd) leffe fhall mine aide be preft, 
 Nor leffe my faith be in her feruice tryde : 
 T'other replies, fo great honour to proue, 
 Who hath thee chofen ? and he reioyned, loue. 
 
 Loue chufed me, thee Fortune, now decree 
 Who choiceft right, from iufbeft chufer hath : 
 Quoth Rambalt then, nothing auayleth thee, 
 This title falfe, thefe arts are way to skath, 
 Nor mongft her lawiull Champions, mayft thou bee 
 Allow'd to trace this royall Virgins path, 
 Seruant of lawleffe rate : and who (replies 
 The youth now waxeth hoat) it me denies : 
 
 I it forfend, then anfvver'd he againe, 
 And with that word againft him marching went, 
 And holding will of equalling difdaine, 
 T'other him moues with equall hardiment, 
 But here her hand out ftretcht a twixt them twaine, 
 Steps their foules Tyrant midft their furious bent, 
 And fayes to th'one, ah, this your grudging ceafe, 
 That you compagnion I a champion creafe. 
 
 F f 3 If 
 
 118 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 If you my fafety loue, why me depriue, 
 In fuch neede, do you of this new fupply ? 
 Then fayes to him, you fit and thankt arriue, 
 On whofe defence my fame, my life, rely, 
 No reafon would that I mould packing driue 
 So welcome and fo noble company: 
 
 Thus talking, whiles on way they vantage win, 
 Some new come Champion hourely droppeth in. 
 
 Some come from thece, & fome fro hence, ne knowes 
 Tone of the tother, but ech lookes a skance, 
 She glad them entertaines, and all fhe fhowes, 
 For fuch their comming, mirth and iouyffance, 
 But when the dimmy ayre now cleerer growes, 
 Godfrey gate of their parture cognifance, 
 And his mind (which their damage did foregeeue) 
 At fome their future ill, feem'd to aggreeue. 
 
 Whilft more hereon he cafts, there doth appeere 
 A meffenger, dufty, panting, with grace 
 All fad, and port, which newes of heauy cheere 
 Brings, and beares forrow written in his face ; 
 My Lord (quoth he) there will at fea appeere 
 T\£ Egyptain great fleete within little fpace : 
 
 William (to whom the Gene mips fubiecl bee) 
 
 This frefn aduifo fendeth you by mee. 
 
 He addes, whiles a conuoy was coducted 
 
 Of vittailes to the Campe-ward from the fleet : 
 
 Their horfe and Camels heauy burdened, 
 
 Amidft the way a grieuous cumber meet : 
 
 So as guarders all flau'd, or flaughtered 
 
 In fight, none could his fellowes fafety greet, 
 
 And that ft? Arabian theeues, at front and backe, 
 Then in a vale affayling, wrought this wracke. 
 
 And 
 
 119 
 
CANTO 
 
 And how the mad rage and licent ioufneffe 
 Of thofe Barbarian rogues, fo greatly grow, 
 That like a hugy floud pail all redreffe, 
 Around they fpred and ech place ouer-flowe : 
 Whence needs (to th'end fome awe may the repreffe) 
 A band of men gainft them be fent to go : 
 Who from the fands of Paleftina fea, 
 Scowring, may to the Campe affure the way. 
 
 From one to th'other language ftraight the fame 
 Hereof paffeth, and foone extendeth wide, 
 And common Souldier to himfelfe doth frame 
 Great feare of famine, which will foone betide : 
 The Generall difcreete, who findes now lame 
 The haughtie courage wont in them to bide, 
 
 Doth by this cheerefull looke and words, procure 
 
 Their drooping to reuiue and reaffure. 
 
 Oh you that with me pad haue here and there 
 A thoufand perills, and a thoufand woes, 
 Champions of God, whom his faith to repaire 
 Euen from his birth, deere Christians he chofe, 
 You that Greeke guiles, and Perjian armes ech where 
 Vanquifht, and hills, and feas, and winter throwes, 
 And third, and pinching famines hard diftreffe, 
 Shall daunting feare your fpirits now poffeffe ? 
 
 Can then the Lord, who doth ftirre and guide, 
 
 Well knowne earft in oft more grieuous cafe, 
 
 Not now affure you ? as if turn'd afide 
 
 His hand of mercy were, or holy face ? 
 
 One day twill ioy to thinke what harmes betide 
 
 Vs did, and vowes, to pay to th'eauenly grace, 
 
 Now hold couragious on, and keepe I pray, 
 
 Your felues to fortune of a better day. 
 
 G er With 
 
 1 20 
 
Q VINTO. 
 
 With thefe words he their minds, tofore difmaide 
 Comforts, and with a cleere and cheerefull looke, 
 But yet amid his breft, in heapes vplaide 
 A thoufand fad fharpe cares their lodging tooke, 
 How he fo many men may feed and aide, 
 Twixt want & dearth his thoughfull minde it fhooke 
 How he may fleete at Sea withftand, and how 
 Th'A rabian robbers he may breake or bow. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
 12 1 
 
NOTES AND ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 Title page — see Introduction. 
 
 Epistle 'To the Reader,' p. 3, 1. 7, ' done (as I was informed) 1 — it may be in- 
 ferred from this that the Writer C. H., i.e., Christopher Hunt 
 of Exeter (see title-page), was unknown to Carew. 
 Page 4, 1. 10, ' till the fommer,' — this shews Carew had meant to translate the 
 remainder ; 1. XI, '/ haue canfed the Italian to be Printed ' — i. e. , 
 the Publisher Hunt, not the translator himself; 1. 18, ' cenfure'* 
 = judge. 
 
 The First Song. 
 Page 5, opening stanza. See Introduction; 1. 5, ' hit fdfe' — the luckless 
 ' h ' occurs many times in the poem, as noted in the places j 
 1. 16, ' pleafings'^ pleasures, delights. 
 
 ,, 6,1.6, ' difeaftd ''«■ sick, sad; 1. 15, l forehalfening '== fore-shortening? 
 1. 19, 'pray '= prey; 1. 23, ( countermate' = encounter mate? 
 1. 30, ' hit' = it. 
 
 ,, 7, 1. 1, < "weat''= wet, r.g. ; 1. 13, Panims , = Paynims, heathens ; 1. 26, 
 ' hit' = it, as before ; 1. 27, ' shryes'— descries. 
 
 ,, 8, 1. 5, ' Truchman'= interpreter ; ibid., i hights , = is named or called; 
 1. 13, ' rout '= company ; 1. 16, ' To/ore'^ heretofore, hither- 
 to; 1. 20, 'hit'— it, as before. 
 
 ,, 9, 1. 6, ■ hight' — given. So Faerie Queen, "What better dowre can to a 
 dame be hight" (v., iv., 9) ; 1. 20, ' hooues '= behoves ; 1. 21, 
 ' vpper deale' — upper building? 1. 27, ■ cought '= caught, r.g. 
 
 ,, 10, 1. 5, l /loche' = slack, or qu. sloken (Scotice) = quench (as thirst with 
 water); 1. 9, ( enfew'd'= followed. 
 
 ,, 12,1. 8, 'let'— hinder; 1. 23, 'skryes'— reveals ; ibid., ' hit '= it, as 
 before ; 1. 29, ' / gejfe ' — one of many early uses of the verb. 
 See Introduction on it ; 1. 32, 'peyzed'= poised. 
 
 ,, 13, 1. 2, { paines'= painstaking; ibid., * prices '= prizes; 1. 9, % filenJP— 
 became silent or ceased. 
 
 „ 14, 1. 2, ( feeld'= seldom ; 1. 4, 'fplayd'^ displayed ; 1. 15, */rf'= fetch ; 
 1. 17, 'to/ore.' Seep. 8, 1. 16 ; 1. 21, 'Sfue'=Eve? 
 
 ,. 15, 1. 1, *tone'= the one. Sop. 17, 1. 27; 1. 8, 'lale'= number, reckon- 
 ing; 1. 18, 'egallelh'= equalleth ; 1. 25, 'liuelode' — livelihood, 
 inheritence ; 1. 29, 'Jlooues'= stoves. 
 
 ,, 16, 1. 2 (from bottom), ' whereas '= whereto. 
 
 ,, 17, 1. 14, 'hit'=\t\ 1. 20, 'cloyd'= filled up. Cf. on p. 23, 1. 24; 1. 24, 
 1 woode '= wooed. 
 
 ,, 18, 1. 11, '/««7V/'=unconquered; 1. 22, 'preeue'— proof. 
 
1 24 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 Page 20, 1. 3, 'rought'= wrought, i.e., weaned; 1. 10, 'vncouth '= unfrequented, 
 
 strange; 1. 12, 'hit'— it, as before ; last 1., 'cold' — cooled. 
 ,, 21, 1. 5, ' clots' = clods. 
 
 ,, 22, 1. 2 (from bottom), ' congey ' — bow of salutation. 
 ,, 23, 1. 6, ' broch ' = bro&ch, give tidings of — from pulling out the spigot of 
 
 a cask j 1. 24, ' accloyes'— fills. Cf. on p. 17, 1. 20. 
 ,, 24, 1. 23, ' vncouth' = strange ; last 1., ' rochyjico '=Scio — eheu! eheu! 
 
 shattered by earthquakes as I write these Notes and Illustra- 
 tions. How solid and secure the lovely island looked as I 
 
 explored it four years ago ! 
 m 2 5> !• 5» *fnand' = manned. 
 ,, 26,1. 19, ' emigres ' = eneagers, energizes; ibid., 'wood' «* mad (with 
 
 rage.) 
 ,, 27,1. 13, ' tinde ' = kindled ; 1. 20, 'well manur'd' = cultivated ; 1. 21, 
 
 1 unneath '= beneath ; 1. 31, 'cul'd' = gathered or collected. 
 The Second Song. 
 Page 28, 1. 9, ' Mahound ' = Mahomet, but applied to Satan (as in Tam o' 
 
 Shunter). 
 ,, 29, 1. 14, ' raine ' = reign ; 1. 23, '-£#' = it, as before. 
 ,, 30, 1. 1, ' swayd ' = bowed, stooped ; 1. 5, ' hit' = it, as before; 1. 14, 
 
 1 /<?^«<f ' = rage ; 1. 24, ' hit'= it, as before ; 1. 25, ' importunejl' 
 
 = most importunate ; 1. 28, ' paine ' — painstaking. 
 ,, 31, 1. 1, 'venefpyde '= unespied ; 1. 14, 'abuy'= purchase ; 1. 30, 'prices' 
 
 = prizes. 
 ,, 32,1. 15, 'par' = equal; ibid., ' peakt' — picked, r.g.; 1. 16, 'finally 
 
 reakt ' = reckoned very little ; 1. 22, ' thwart ' — threaten ? 
 
 last line, ' artificiall' = artful. 
 ,, 33,1. 17, ' JloniJJiment ' — astonishment ; 1. 19, 'jarder ' = farther. So 
 
 p. 34, 1. 14; 1. 17, ' albe ' = albeit. So p. 38, 1. 19; 1. 19, 
 
 ' W ' = grin ? 
 ,, 35, 1. 2, 'preace' = press. 
 ,, 36, 1. 22, ' copemates ' = partners. 
 
 ,, 37, 1. 21, ' broft' = brought, ?-.£■. ; 1. 27, '/^' = trail, n.g'. 
 >> 38, 1. 5, ' cabbanes ' = cabins ? 
 ,, 39, 1. 2, 'taint' — tint, r.£ ; 1. 15, ' nyres ' — nears. 
 ,, 40, 1. 1, 'peac'd' = held her peace or ceased. So p. 48, 1. 9. 
 ,, 41, 1. 1, 'Mahound.' See on p. 28, 1. 9, and also p. 45, 1. 21 ; 1. 9, 
 
 1 irefull hart ' = full of ire ; 1. 25, 'parlous ' — perilous, and p. 
 
 46, L 6. 
 ,, 42, 1. 6, 'tind' = kindle. 
 
 ,, 43, 1.6, 'linele/s' — measureless? last 1. ' manlihed' — manhood, bravery. 
 ,, 44, 1. 29, 'Jloyning' = stonying ? 
 »» 45. I- 7i i /ond' = foolish. 
 ,, 46, 1. 7, ' affie' — reply or make affiance with, and cf. p. 48, 1. 8 ; 1. 12, 
 
 • myfer ' = miserable. 
 »» 47* !• 3> ' rought ' — reached ; 1. 21, '/^«' = than. 
 
Notes and Illustrations. 1 2 5 
 
 Page 48, 1. 3, 'traines' = traps, stratagems ; 1. 28, ' To ' — qu. 'The'; last L, 
 1 worldy '= worldly. 
 
 ,, So,l. 8, ' mote' = mwsX ; 1. 14, ' penurous ' = penurious, scanty; 1. 27, 
 1 3ra>-&? ' = bear or endure; 1. 29, 'fell'— tierce; lastl., '/or/' 
 = gate. 
 
 ,, 51, 1. 8, ' Vaunce'— advance; 1. II, ' except ' = expect — qu. misprint? 
 
 ,, 52, 1. 8, ' apayd'— satisfied. 
 
 The Third Song. 
 Page 53, 1. 2, ' annies ' = draws nigh ; 1. 5, ' bushelled' = busked, r.g» ] 1. 11, 
 «^'/'=it, as before. 
 
 ,, 54, 1. 1, 'ging'— gang. See Nares, j.z\ ; 1. 6, 'gre'th'= greeteth ; 1. 8, 
 'lets'— obstacles, hindrances, or dangers; 1. 16, 'parelled'— 
 apparelled; last line, ' accufall'= accusation. 
 
 ,, 55, 1. 4, ' quicke-fprings,' i.e., of the two eyes; 1. 8, 'mot/2' — mightest ; 
 1. 14, 'childing'— travailing (as in child-birth) ; 1. 19, 'crew'— 
 in the good sense in which it is still applied to a ship's com- 
 pany; last line, 'carhes'= cares. 
 
 ,, 56, 1. 12, *reskous'= rescues? 1. 14, 'pall'— pale; 1. 30, '^nV<?'=prize ; 
 last line, 'Jhockes' — buttings, strong strokes? 
 
 >> 57, 1. 1, 'prayer'— plunderer ; #£/., 'pray'— prey J 1. 18, *iu/2'= joust; 
 I.24, 'fight' = sigh; last line, punctuate comma (,) after 
 1 giues ' and after ' fpels. ' 
 
 ,, 60, 1. 4, 'ofcurets'= off cuirasses. 
 
 ,, 61, 1. 19, ' topfie-luruie' = confusedly, but see Nares, s.v. ; #*&, ' hent' 
 = seize, take; 1. 20, 'plumpe'= hard blow ; 1. 25, 'counter- 
 mate'— encounter-mate, as before? 
 
 „ 62, 1. 3, 'fet'= fetched. 
 
 ,, 63, 1. 6, 'parrell'= equal or parallel? 1. 21, ' endorce' — see Nares, j.v., 
 endors ; 1. 25, 'brunt'— the brunt ; 1. 31, 'JJiocke.' See p. 56, 
 last line and note. 
 
 ,, 64, 1. 9, 'eft'=oi\; 1. 12, 'roughl'— reached ; &&£, *maine' = mighty, 
 strong. 
 
 » 65, 1. 7, '/00'=to; 1. 22, 'wrake' = wreak. 
 
 ,, 66, 1. 2, ' hardiment'— courage, as in 1 Henry IV., i. 3 ; 1. 6, 'bent' — 
 disposition? 1. 12, ' tidie '= well-disposed ; 1. 29, 'coajled'— 
 bordered; ibid., 'let'= hindrance, obstacle. 
 
 ,, 67, 1. 12, 'buts'= abuts; 1. 13, ' Betel' = Bethel ; 1. 23, f pall'= cover- 
 ing? last line, 'coegals'= co-equals. 
 
 ,, 68, 1. 4, ■ iufts '= jousts, as before; 1. 6, 'tire'— attire; 1. 16, 'fads = 
 deeds; last line, ' rauiner'= plunderer. 
 
 ,, 69, 1. 25, 'Beare'= bier; 1. 28, 'tatling'= idle? 1. 30, 'affec7s'= affec- 
 tions ; last line, 'mufe'— musing or meditation. 
 
 ,, 70, 1. 1, 'dole'= lamentation; 1. 6, 'did'Jl'— diedst. 
 
 » 7 X > I 5. '.#«//' = spoil ; 1. I3> ' curds '= cuirasses, as before; 1. 30, 
 ' Holmes '= small islands. 
 
 ,, 72, 1. 1, ' Ewes'— yews; 1. 6, ' Omes '= horns, tusks? 
 
is6 Notes and Illustrations. 
 
 The Fovrth Song. 
 Page 73, 1. 8, 'belkes'= belches. 
 
 „ 74, L 3, '*70«/'= clothe; 1, 4, 'amates'= daunts, terrifies; 1. 5, ' beflrout' 
 =be-strut or stride; 1. 7, ' croupper '— crupper ; 1. 10, * Sphin- 
 ges' '= sphinxes; 1. 22, ' vaunceih' = advanceth ; 1. 30, 'flrakes' 
 = strikes, or qu. strokes. 
 
 ,, 75, 1. 10, 'troane'— throne, r.g.; 1. 29, '/<?/'= the lot. 
 
 ,, 76, last line, 'inuic?'— unconquered. 
 
 ,, 77, 1. 15, 'accloyd'= filled up, as before; 1. 20, 'might' — qu. misprint 
 for ■ night ' ? 1. 31, ' vnneath '«■ beneath, as before. 
 
 ,, 78, 1. 3, ' vncouth' = strange, as before ; 1. 4, ' Addicl'= addicted ; 1. 29, 
 'treines'— stratagems, traps. 
 
 ,, 79, 1. 16, ' leazings *=** lyings; 1. 17, ' traine, * see on p. 84, 1. 29. 
 
 ,, 80, 1. 7, ' l plumps' = crowds ; 1. 8, '%vizde'= made wise, informed ; 1. 17, 
 1 crifples ' = curls ; 1. 28, ■ weede '— dress. 
 
 ,, 81, 1. 14, 'Coronel' = Colonel. 
 
 ,, 82, 1. 7, 'affy'= affiance. 
 
 ,, 84, 1. 11, ' price' = prize; 1. 18, *reahes'= reckons, cares for; 1. 29, 
 * tra ines '= stratagems, as before. 
 
 » 85, 1. 7, 'pight'= pitched; 1. 8, 'halfner'= halver ; 1. 27, ( affy'= be- 
 troth, as before. 
 
 ,, 86, 1. 22, 'Bay tied '= bathed. Cf. Fairy Queen, I., vii., 3. 
 
 ,, 87, 1. 13, 'hoy ting '= riotously mirthful ; 1. 17, ' teene'= rage. 
 
 ,, 88, 1. 9, ( iump'= agree; 1. 13, '/<*'= hinder; 1. 16, ' Vayle'= avail. 
 
 „ 89, 1. 2, ' poji'' '== gate ; 1. 7, l freakes'= friends, r.£\, as before; 1. 9, 
 ' peac'd'= held her peace, as before. 
 
 ,, 91, 1. 13, *deckt % *=* covered as with a deck? last line, 'accoyes'= dis- 
 heartens, subdues. 
 
 ,, 92, 1. 9, t freake'= friend, as before. 
 
 »» 93> !• 9> *ffr-god iss fore or before God ; 1. 13, 'curets'= cuirasses; 1. 19* 
 'boolfull' — advantageful ; 1. 29, 'pewling' = puling, tear-wet; 
 last line, ' raine' = reign. 
 
 „ 94,1.22, 'beizle'= embezzle ; 1. 29, ' bajht'= abashed ; 1. 30, *iet'*= 
 prance, caper. 
 
 ,, 96, 1, 16, 'ouert'= open or manifest. 
 
 The Fifth Song. 
 Page 98, 1. 4, 'gaddling'— gadding? 1. 6, *<r read' — judge. 
 
 ,, 99, 1. 22, 'debet'— debit, debt; 1. 24, ■ stffagp ' = vileness, r.g. 
 
 ,, 100, 1. 5, 'nouId'= would not, and so p. no, 1. 8 ; 1. 8, ' Arraifons'— 
 arraigns; 1. 17, ' egals '— equals. 
 
 ,, 101, 1. 15, ' appayes '= satisfies, as before; 1. 22, ' curchy '= courtesy ? 
 
 ,, 102, 1. 15, ' teeny' = rageful. 
 
 ,, 103, 1. 4, ' a flaunt' — displayed ; 1. 13, ' copy freake' 1 '= resembling friend? 
 word unknown to Editor ; last line, 'u>ood'= mad. 
 
 ,, 104, 1. 30, ' bajh'— abash, as before. 
 
 ,, 105, 1. 21, 'wimble'— nimble; ibid., 'wight'— wise, skilful. So 'Wal- 
 
Notes and Illustrations. 1 2 7 
 
 lace wight'; 1. 24, 'foines'^ pushes, but see Nares, s.v.; I. 26, 
 1 Morglay '— deadly weapon. 
 Page 106, 1. 22, 'sample*— example. 
 
 107, 1. 6, ' doome' — judgment; 1. 8, l pheeres'= equals. 
 
 108, 1. 22, 'ajlraine'= restrain ; 1. 24, 'Is' — misprint for 'In.' 
 
 109, 1. 8, ' leauen ' — lightning ; 1. 11, ' Inuict' — unconquered ; 1. 30, 
 ' futewoorth ' = worth-suit ? 
 
 no, 1. 6, 'bent'= disposition, as before, so p. 112, 1. 6, ; 1. 10, 'vnmoble' 
 «= unmoveable ; 1. 26, l beturning'= returning. 
 
 111,1.9, 'vncouth' = strange, unknown; 1. 16, ' Herhaults ' = mes- 
 sengers? lastl., *prooues'= proofs. 
 
 112,1. 16, 'bickring'= righting; #., '709/'= weigh. 
 
 113, 1. 3, *z>?v'=use; 1. 9, ' price' = prize; 1. 10, ' quent ' = quaint ; 1. 
 28, ' Prole '= Proteus. 
 
 114, 1. 3, ' haultnes ' = haultens, halts; 1. 14, '#«<?' = the one; 1. 20, 
 ' fomedeale' — somewhat ; 1. 25, 'dqyd'= appointed for a set 
 'day'; last 1., ' pretence '=vfhdX we stretch to. 
 
 115, 1. 13, ' boordes' — see Nares, s.v. 
 
 1 1 6, 1. 6, 'fetch '= trick ; ibid., ' accord' = harmonize, make of one mind ; 
 1. 16, 'princox hore'= a pert forward youth, though 'hoary' 
 headed; 1. 19, ' brinefitlV = brimfull — surely a misprint ? 
 
 117, 1. 12, 'toule'— toll, ring; 1. 14, '&«*'= the one, as before; 1. 16, 
 *congey'= bow of salutation ; 1. 30, *fivewns'= noises? 
 
 118, 1. 8, ' burgage' = burgh, but see Nares, J.^.; #., 'coope'= hiding 
 place? 1. 25, 'forfend'=^ forbad ; 1. 32, ' creafe'= increase, add 
 to the ten. 
 
 119, 1. 14, ' gate' =gzt. 
 
 120, 1. 15, ■ this '= what follows — not * his. ' 
 
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