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Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Excerpt from “The Castell of Pleasure” by William Neville with rough rendering into almost modern English by flusteredduck

Phebus set on pryde and hault in corage
Spake these wordes of grete audacyte
Cupyde thou boy of yonge and tender aege
How mayst thou be so bolde to compare with me
These arowes becomes me as thou mayst clerely se
Wherwith I maye wounde bothe man and beste
And for that at all creatures be subgect to the
So moche is thy power lesse than myn at eche feste
Well well sayd cupyde it lyketh you to geste
This sayd he assended to the mount pernassus
On the hyght his armes shortly abrode he keste
And sayd I trust I shall this in haste dyscusse.

For a profe he toke forth of his arowy quyver
A golden darte with love ryght penytrable
Made sharpe at the poynt that it myght enter
With it he stroke phebus with a stroke ryght lamentable
It to resyste he was weyke and unable
The stroke of his power who can or may resyste
But he must obey and to love be agreeable
Cōstreyned by cupyde whiche may stryke whome he lyst
Another darte he toke soone in his fyste
Contrary to thoder ledyn blont and hevy
With this he stroke Phebus love or she wyste
So that the more he desyred the more she dyd deny

Her name was Daphnys whiche devoyde of love
By dame saunce mercy whiche made hym to complayne
Cupyde in sondry wyse his power dyde prove
On thone with love on thoder with dysdayne
Thone dyd fle thoder wolde optayne
Thone was gladde thoder was in wo
Thone was pencyfe and oppressed with payne
Thoder in joye cared not thoughe it were so
By fere and dysdayne she dyd hym overgo
Lyke to an hare she ranne in haste
He folowed lyke a grehounde desyre wrought hym wo
But all was in vayne his labour was but waste.

Excerpt from The Castle of Pleasure by William Neville

Phebus set on pride and arrogant in courage
Spake these words of great audacity
Cupid thou boy of young and tender age
How mayst thou be so bold to compare with me
These arrows becomes me as thou mayst clearly see
Wherewith I may wound both man and beast
And for that at all creatures be subject to thee
So much is thy power less than mine at each feast
Well well said Cupid it liketh you to jest
This said he ascended to the Mount Parnassus
On the height his arms shortly abroad he cast
And said I trust I shall this in haste discuss.

For a proof he took forth of his arrow quiver
A golden dart with love right penetrable
Made sharp at the point that it might enter
With it he struck Phebus with a stroke right lamentable
It to resist he was weak and unable
The stroke of his power who can or may resist
But he must obey and to love be agreeable
Constrained by Cupid which may strike whom he list
Another dart he took soon in his fist
Contrary to the other force blunt and heavy
With this he struck Phebus love or she knew
So that the more he desired the more she did deny.

Her name was Daphnys which devoid of love
By dame without mercy which made him to complain
Cupid in sundry wise his power did prove
On the one with love on the other with disdain
The one did flee the other would obtain
The one was glad the other was in woe
The one was pensive and oppressed with pain
The other in joy cared not though it were so
By fear and disdain she did him overgo
Like to a hare she ran in haste
He followed like a greyhound desire wrought him woe
But all was in vain his labour was but waste.

From: Neville, William, The castell of pleasure The conueyaunce of a dreme how Desyre went to the castell of pleasure, wherin was the gardyn of affeccyon inhabyted by Beaute to whome he amerously expressed his loue vpon ye whiche supplycacyon rose grete stryfe dysputacyon, and argument betwene Pyte and Dysdayne, 2005, Text Creation Partnership: Ann Arbor, Michigan & Oxford, pp. [unnumbered].

Date: ?1530

By: William Neville (1497-c1545)