 7. Argument of the Seventh Kanto On the occasion of the famous discovery of India, a notable and poetic exhortation is addressed to the princes of Christendom, arousing them to like enterprises. Description of the reign of Malabar, wherein lies the empire of Calicut, at whose port the Armada anchoreth. Appeareth the Moor-Monsaide, who giveth information to the Gama, and Ike instructed him concerning the natives of the land. The casual, or governor of Calicut, is as far as to see the fleet. 8. Another argument. 9. Da fundo a frota Calicut chegada, manda-se mensageiro ao rei potente. Chega-Monsaide a ver a luz armada, e da província, em forma, largamente. Faz gama ao samor isso embaixada. É recebido bem, da Índica gente. O regedor, o Moor ao mar, se torna, que de todos e flâmulas se adorna. 9. Anchors to Calicut save come the fleet, sent to its poison king and envoy goes. Monsaide comes, the lusian ships to greet, and of the province telleth all he knows. The gama fares the summary to meet. Grace to the stranger vindic people shows. Then join the regent and the Moormen high aboard, where many a flag and awning fly. 7. And now the armada near the morning land, many so much desired to have seen. Rains by those in the currents, moted, and by Genji who dwelleth in the sky-tourine, up-braves, and at them, on your valiant hand, to snatch victorious poems determined Ben. Here ends your warfare, here before you lies the realm of riches and your rightful prize. 8. To you, all raised from lusus's strung, I say, to whom such puny part of earth is doled. 9. Nay, what say I of earth, but of his sway, who ruleeth all the rounded skies and fold? 10. You, whom knit dangers dur, knit dire does may, from conquering brutal heatheness with hold. But, Ike, no greed of gain may wean from love of mother essence thrown to heaven's above. 11. Ye, portingals, as forceful as your few, who ere disdain to weigh your weekly weight, ye, who at cost of various deaths betrue the laws of life eternal to dilate, cast by the heavenly lots your lock ye drew. However poor or mean your mundane state, great deeds for holy Christendom to show, so high, O Christ, exaltest thou the low. See them, those Germans, stiff-nacked, heard like horde, who browsed the pastures of such wide extent. To him, rebellious who hath Peter's war, choose a new shepherd, a new sect invent. See them absorbed in ugly war as abhorred, nor yet with blinded earnt waste content. Fight, not the hot tyrantic offamen, but the apostolic yoke they feign unspun. See the hard englander proclaim his right, of that old sacred city king to be, where reigns and rules the base-born Ishmaelite, honor of truth so nude who ere did see. With boreal's nose he takeeth sad delight, to mold new mode of old Christianity. For those of Christ he bearch the ready-bran, not to rethrone Lord Christ in holy land. Holds for himself, meanwhile, a faithless Roy, Jerusalem City, the terrestrial, who holds not holy law, but theirs defy Jerusalem City, the celestial. Then what of thee, valgo, what need say I, who would thy voting self most Christian call? Not that such title wouldest ward and guard, but that the name through thee be smirged and marred. Thy claim to conquer Christian lands, but seems one who so much in such fair land doth claim. Why seek not synapse and annihilus streams, which ever hate that antique holy name? There should they feel of steel the hard extremes, who would the church's truthful song defy? Of Charles, of Louie, named Elditz in Herod, and lands, why not of justice wars the merit? What shall I say of those who mid the lights, which vilest idols bear for manhood's vain? Spend life and love to waste the gold that blights, and clean forget their ancient valiant strain. Tyranic has to hostile act in sights, which verile races view as foul as sane. To thee I speak, O Italy, sunk by curse of thousands sins, who dost thyself adverse. Ha! wretched Christians, who such cross incur, be you perchance the teeth by Cadmus' song, that waste of brother blood ye thus prefer, when all by self same mother womb are grown. How dourst you see, you unholy sapkuture, owned by the bandogs who such feuds the zone, who come to hold and have your ancient ground, their warlike prowess making them renowned. You know, tis now their usance and decree, whereof they are observantists entire, to levy, restless hosts of heavenry, and harm the hearts that dear Christ's love desire. While fear select amid your chivalry, for ever so with tears of wrath and ire, look on your eyes to risks like these ye close, how they in you to you be deadliest foes. If lust of lucre and of lordship lad your course to conquer far and foreign lands, see you not, Hermes and Pectolus shed, adound their fertile valleys o'er its scents. Assyria, Lydia, spin the golden thread, lurk veins of shee o'er in afric strand. Let these rich treasures sluggish sprites arouse, since rouse you not the rites of holy house. Those fierce projectiles of our days the work, murderous engines, dire artilleries, against Byzantine walls where dwells the Turk, should long before have belched their batteries. O hurl it back in forest caves to lurk, where Caspian crests and steps of city of frees, that Turkish ogre progeny multiplied by opulent erupts, policy and pride. Georgians, Armenians, Grecians, Hapless, Thrace, cry on your name to quelled unspeakable horde, that dunes par forest their darlings to embrace, Alcarn's precepts, tax of blood abhorred. Prove, when you punish yon inhuman race, the sage's spirit and the soldier's sword, nor covet arrogant praise and vainest boast of vaunting valor or a brother host, but while you blindly thirst to drink the blood of your own veins, O hapless race insane, never have failed Christian hardyhood in this our little household, Lusitane. Her seats are sat by afric salty flood, she holds in asian realms the largest rain, she soars in ears o'er all the forth new found, and there would hasten head but earth more ground. Meanwhile, behold we what new chance befell, the seldom seen voyagers who fame would earn, since gentle venus dame the gale took well, and futile furious of fierce winds to spurn. When they, the large spread lands appearance hail, of stubborn, obstinate toil, the bound and born, and where the saviors see they went to sow, and throw new lords, new lights, new laws bestow. Soon as along the stranger shores they lay, a fragile fleet that fishing people bear they found, and by such guidance learned the way to Calicut, whose denizens they were. Thither incline the prores without delay, for it was the city fairest meet the fair, in land of Malibar, and where abode the king, whose orders all that region owed. Outside of Indus, inside Genji's lice, a widespread country famed enough of yore, northward the peaks of caved and modest rise, and southward's ocean doth confine the shore. She bears the yoke of various sovereignties, and various eek her creeds, while these adore, vicious nefama, those to stalk and stone bow down, and eek to brutes among them groan. There, deep in the mighty range that doth divide the land, and cuteth Asian continent, whose crests are known by names diversified, of every country where its trend is bent, outbursts the fountains, which comingly glide in powerful streams, that die when travel spent, in indig ocean, and the arms of these convert the country to a cherceny's. Twixt either river from this breadth of bays puts forth the spacious land, a long thin horn, quasi-pyramidal, which in the embrace of ocean lies, with isle-salon to thorn. And near the sores that shows the nato place of Genji, if old and fame of truth be borne, the happy peoples of the adjacent powers feed on the fragrance of the finest flowers. But now, of many usans, mold and name, are all the tribes who have and hold the ground. Pafans and delis urge the proudest claim to land and numbers, for they most abound. The canneas orias who both misclaim salvation in the sounding flood is found by Genji's road, and here the land Bengal is rich in sword her wealth exceeded all. The sovereignty of Baliko's Cambay, men say, to a spuis and porous olden reign, Narasimha's kingdom with her rich display of gold and gems, but poor in martial vain. Here seen the onsite where wavy waters play, a range of mountains skirts the murmuring main, serving the Malabar for mighty Muir, who thus from him of Canara dwell secure. The country people call this range the gout, and from its foothills canty breath there be, whose seaward sloping coasts plain long hath fought, against oceans natural ferocity. Here, or her neighbor city's sons ad out, Calicut claimeth highest dignity, crown of the kingdom fair and flourishing, here he entitled Samarim as king. Arrived the squadron off that wealthy land, she sent a port Bengal to make report, so moat the gentle monarch understand who hath arrived in his distant port. A stream the herald struck which, leaving land, entered the ocean, and his novel sore, his hue, his strange attire, his stranger ways, made all the leeches gather round to gaze. Amid the swarming rout that thronged the view, cometh a Muslim who was born and bred in distant Barbary, mid her barbarous crew, there where in ancient day Anteus swayed, right well the Lusitanian realm he knew, or by the scanted distance did her lead, or sign it by the sword and fortune's brand to long-drawn exile in a foreign land. With Dracon Meehan our messenger to sound, for that he speaketh well the speech of Spain, he thus, who brought thee to this new world's bound, far from thy fatherland the Lusitan? Opening, responded he, the seas profound, which never opened the race of men, for in this mighty flood we hither bore to win for holy faith one triumph more. By the long voyage, sore as Tanya stood, the more Monsaide, thus his name was known, when told the Lusian how the terrible flood had all the temper of a tyrant's shone. But, as at Aaron's drift, he understood, concerned the ruler of the land alone, he tells the stranger how the monarch lay, outside the city, at a little way. And that, while traveled to the royal ear, news of that advent strange, if judged he meet, repairing to his humble dwelling near, to a well refreshment of the land to eat, whence by short rest restored, and good cheer, the twain together might regain the fleet. For life has nothing like the joy and glee, wherewith near neighbors meet in far country. The portingal, accepting not in great, what glad Monsaide for his guest devised, as though their friendship were of olden date, eats, drinks, and thus what there the host advised. Now from the city went they, making stray towards the squadron, which the Moor agnised, and scaled the flagship's flank, where all the crew with kindly glances Moor Monsaide view. Embraceeth him our chief, whom hugely pleased the well-remembered accents of Castile. Seetheth him near, and asketh him at ease, anant the land and folk therein that dwell. Even as flocked on roto padded trees, to hear the lover of the damocel, Eurydice, his lyre of gold resound, the folk to herken flocked the Moor around. Then he, O nation, who by nature's hand was established neighbor to my natal night, what mighty chants, what destinies command, upon such voyage drave you far and wide? Not causeless, no, though darkly deeply planned, from unown menu distant taggads tied, your cores or oceans, a by kiln plowed, terrain such distance and such dangerous shroud. God bringeth you a party, for he intended, some special service which her works await. For this alone he guided and defended, from enemies, ocean, and the windswalled hate. Know that he'll look, on indwer in extendeth, a world of nations rich and fortunate, in listen gold and gems of princely price, and odoriferous fumes and biting spice. This province, in whose port your ships have tain refuge, the Malibar, by name is known, its antique rite adoreth idle's vein, idle religion being broadest sound, of diverse kings it is, but, to us the rain, as olden legend saith, of only one height, the last king, was Sarma Perimol, who neath one sceptre held the kingdom all. But, as this region there, and then was sought by other races, from the Arab bite, whom ahomatic worship with them brought, the same my parents planted in my sprite, it happed their wisdom and their prayer so wrought upon the Perimol, and lit such light, that to the faith convert with fervor high, he only hoped a saint in it to die. He mans his ships and loads with merchandise, and many an offering curious, rare and rich, and their religious life to lead he highs, where lies are profit, who our law did preach. But here, abandoned home, his sceptre pies, that lacketh lawful air, he parts to each and all he loveth, hence his intimates he, from want made wealthy, and from served them free. To this coach him, to that false cannonore, one hath chalet, another dial piment, a third coulomb, a fourth takes crangonore, the rest is theirs with whom he rests content. Only one youth, for whom warm love he bore, when all was parted, did himself present. Nothing save Calicut for him remained, which by her traffic wealth and rank had gained. On him the title paramount he bestows, of emperor, with sway or every state, and, made this partage, there he diligent goes, where after senton life he met his fate. Thus, to us the name of Samarim arose, of all this region proudest potentate, born by the youth, and by his heirs from whom this, who now wields imperial powers, come. The law that holds the people, high and low, is fraught with false fantastic tales long past. They go unclothed, but a rap they throw for decent purpose round the loins and waste. Two modes of men are known, the nobles know the name of Neyers, who call the lower cased Polaeus, whom their haughty laws contain, from intermingling with the higher strain. For men who a had office in one guise, with mates of other office near may wife, nor may the son the calling exercise save sires and foresires long as he shall live. This Neyers, as sin and shame, forsooth despise the touch of outcasts, and they fain believe that, per adventure, if the touch occur, a thousand rites must wash their bodies pure. In similar form, the Judean folk of old touch not the peoples of Samaria reign. The strangeness is far stranger than I've told, of varied usages shall meet your eye. None save the Neyers affront the many-fold chances of war, who like stonewall sustain their king from enemies, arms ae in hand, and left the target, and in right the brand. Entitled Brahmins are their ghostly race, time-honored title of high eminence. As far-famed precepts eek they still embrace, who first to science lend a modest sense. A living thing to kill they hold as bays, such be from every flesh their abstinence, only enjoys venereal their delight, hath more of license in a lexer right. Come on the women are, although confined, to those belonging to their husband's blood. Happy condition, happy humankind, who over jealous wrongs may never brood. These and more customs various shall define, among the malabar man so holding good. Great is the country, rich in every style, of goods from China sent by sea to Nile. Thus spake the Mormon, now on the vaguing wing about the city rumour wildly flew, with brute of foreign comers, when the king sent out his servants, seeking tidings true. Then, through the streets beguird by mighty ring, of every age and sex that flocked to view, came the grandees, who by the king were bade, to bring the captain of the stranger made. But he, by royal leave, allowed for land, to change its floating home, accompanied by his stout portingalls, a chosen band, in richest robes to meet the Monarch Hyde. The beautyous contrasts of the Hugh's command, the crowd's approval, who, with wonder eyed, smighteth the cadenced oar with coolly gleam, now the South Ocean, then the frore-fresh stream. There stood a regent of the realm ashore, a chief in native parlance, Cutwall, Hyde, by noble ne'er surrounded, waiting for illustrious gamma with a strange delight. Now to the land are chief and arms he bore, and a rich cushioned couch in litter light, he proffered as a coach and usage old, which bearer people on their shoulders hold. Thus he of Lusus, he of Malabar, went with their citith, waiting them the king, followed the portingalls in form of war, for foot-troops marching fears and threatening. The people, buzzing with confused jar, to see the strangers, faint of questioning gathered, but in the centuries long gone by, the babel tower did such hope deny. Now with the catch-roll, gamma's speech exchanged, on things the occasion and the moment chose, interpreteth the tongue so far as changed Monsaide, for the twain right well he knows. Thus the procession through the city ranged, wither a noble, splendid pile arose, and reached the presence of a sumptuous fame through the tall portal spaced on equal plain. Here frightful forms of men's idolatries stand carved in lifeless stock, and death-coated stone, varied in gestures, various of dyes, even as by feigning fiends to man-made known. Abominable forms the sight-surprise, with mingled members like Khybera Shon, the Christians, want to see their God and man, these hybrid monsters with blank-wander's scan. One bore two horns, and sculptured on his brow, like Jove called Amon in the Libyan world. This double-faces on one form did show, like two-faced Jonas limbed in Church of Old. That had of arms a long-divided row, mocking briaries, members many-fold. That thing a canine front external bore, such as the nubus Memphians did adore. The barbarous gentu in his gods' bold, a superstitious, adoration paid. Then both went straight, ne'er straying from the road, where the vain people's king his sojourn made. The streams of stirrers foolers still o'er-float, for all to sight the stranger chief assaid, while to the roofs and casements gazing came, gray-beard and stripling, damsel and dame. Now, near they, marching with no shortened stride, fair fragrant gardens and perfumed bowers, wherein the royal palace buildings hide, a structure sumptuous, though not tall in towers. The chief and nobles choose to build and buy, where coolly baskets team with fruits and flowers. Thus dwell the rulers of the race delighting, in seats the city and the camp uniting. The pressing portals, by their work betray, subtleties telling of the deedle hand, in forms whose noble presences display the whore antiquities of India land. The marvel stories of her ancient day, with such a living art and figured stand, that whoso reads them with a lore exact, knows from the fiction what hath been the fact. There, poisons armies show and proudly tread, that Orient region which Hedaspis laves, a smooth-browed capitane is at the head, and with his leafy thurses leads his graves. By him was Nisa cities established, hard by the margins of the murmurous waves. So proper was the god, in samily, her son Beholding would have said, This he. And there, yon airy river draining dry, the Syrian people's multitude in as fair, a queenly section, feminine sanary, of fair the fairest, and as foul as fair. Fast by her side, with fury flaming high, her sculpture genet proudly paweth air, in whom her son a rival lover fanned, whole vile incontinence, O emmerne fanned. At farther distance, trembled in their pride, the flags and banners of the glorious Greek, of monarchies the third, and conquering Hyde, far as the billowy Genji Seedoth seek. That youthful capitane's semblance is their guide, whom victory's rabid palms of valour deck, who claims a seat among the gods above, no longer Philip's son, but son of Job. While on these memories dwelt the Portuguese, thus did the catch-hold to the captain say, Soon dawns the day when other victories shall these thou cease'd dim and disarray. Here shalt indicted be new histories, made by the wanderers who shalt went this way. Thus fate was found by wise and wizard men, inspired magens who the future can. An eek inspires them the magic sense, that not availeth to defend such ill, of all that mortals bring to their defense, for earthly wits must bend to heavenly will. It also saith the stranger's excellence, and arts of peace, as in his bellic skill shall be so quiescent, all the world shall know, the conquerous measure by his conquered foe. The squorsing thus they reached the levee-hole, wherein that great and glorious emperor sat on a cushioned couch, which, though it was small, for work and worth was never seen before, showed his reclining-jast imperial, potent, grave, and prosperous senior, golden his loincloth, and the diadem, that crowns his brow, doth blaze with many a gem. Hard by his side, an old man, reverent, knelt on the floor, and now and then a few green leaves of pungent pepper did present, in wanted usage for the sire to chew. A brahmin, personage preeminent, with gliding gait beside the gamma drew, and led him up the potent king to greet, who, with a nod, designed a facing seat. When near that splendid couch took place the guest, and others farther off, prompt glance and keen, the simmering cast on folk whose garb and jest were like to nothing he had ever seen. Then, speaking gravely from his stately breast, adding authority to noble mean, and gaining credence of the king and crowd, his royal message spake archie fell out. A mighty king there thrown at wither-roll, valuable heavens in eternal round, where earth by earth conceals the raids of Saul, tinging the world he left with gloom profound. Hearing the rumors which from distant goal respond to echo, how, on endic ground, thine is the sole imperial majesty, the knot of friendship leaf would knit with thee. And by long devious courses his command sent me to say, that all things mercantile, which go by ocean, or which go by land, supplied by realms betwixt the taege and nile, from foggy zealand's floor, pole-fronting strand, to the far lands where soul near changes style of days, that splendid shine on Ethiopia's shore, all these his kingdom holds in mighty store. And if thou wilt, with packed and firmest ties, of naked, sacred peace and friendship rare, allow exchange of superfluities, his earth and dine with like abundance there, making the rents and revenues richer rise, where form and toil interveil, sweet and fear, for both the country's certs shall pertain, to him great glory, and to thee great gain. And when thus knitted friendship steadfast not, which a mighty monarch's twain shall bine, prompt will he be against all adverse lot, by chance of warfare to thy reign designed, with soldiers, arms and ships, so men shall what, thy friend and brother, they in him shall find. He hopeeth, Iq, that when thy course is traced, by sure response to see my mission graced. Such royal message spake our chief before the gentoo king, who thus vouchsafe to reply, that to receive such fair ambassador from land so far, he holdeth on her high. But that his final will fainstendeth o'er, till tain the council of his ministry, who shall make certain, after long debate, what king his speaketh of, what race, what state. Meanwhile, from labor's past the chief may wend, where rest awaits him, and in brief delay, to the dispatch he will do care extend, whereby their king shall grieve their homeward way. This said, brought somber night the wanted end to human laborers of the life long day, soothing the weary limbs with balmy soon, entired iron with sweet oblivion's boom. The gamma with his portingalls remained, whom, upon hospitable thought intent, the noble Indian regent entertained, with feast and joy and general content. The casual, to his monarch's service-trained, sought surest tidings, to his regiment, to learn how, when, and whence the folk had come, what laws were theirs, what customs, and what home. Soon as he saw the deely in car of fire, the fair youth drives, come forth and light restore, his summoneth Momsaide for desire, to know the strangers new to the Indian shore. Braddy and curious, now he gins and choir, his certain signs, pure proofs, the Mormon bore, unant these foreigners, as men had said, hard by his country they were bore and bred. That punctual proof particular he must bring, with general information, as to be notable service done to tell the king, all that could guide him in such novelty. Rejoins Momsaide, albeit everything, I leave for count, get counted not for me. I only can they bide in distant Spain, where bathe my nest in Phoebus in the main. They hold a prophet's law, who was begot sinless, nor stained with carnal detriment, his virgin mother, him the breath they want of God, who holdeth earth in government. But what my sire's ancestral, nether for God, of them, is valor fierce, sanguinalent, in arms, that on their arm resplendent gloweth, as many a jest with our forefathers showeth. For they, with bravery better than of men, outdrave our grandsires from the fertile lease, where fresh Guadiana and rich Tagus ran, with famed and memorable instances. Still seeking triumphs in far African parts, spurring perils of the stormy seas, our plans of safety and of peace they foil. They break our lofty walls, our towns they spoil. Nor less of force and fraud they showed when there, kindled where other wars by fate's decree, or when Spain's warlike sons to fight would fear, were there when others poured down pyreney. And thus and fine, to thrust of foreign spear, near Bode, owning alien mastery, near yet was known, I swear no men can tell us to Hannibal's like these air-cane Marcellus. And if my tidings faulty seem and few, what thou requires that to ask them, send, ask of themselves, for they be proud and true, and falsehoods most annoy them and offend. Go see their fleet and arms, their manner view of molded metal, ready all to shun, when thou and note the Lusian's various arts in peace and war, the sight shall glad thy heart. Flamed with desire, the idle servant's mind, to sight the marvels told him by the moor, he bade the boats beman'd, and straight inclined to view the vessels which the gama bore. Both leave the foreshore, and their boat behind came Naren hosts, till ocean curdled oar. They scale the flagship's gunwale strong and tall, and reach the main deck are received by pole. Her purple awnings and her banners shine with the rich tissue which the warm have made, whereon appear portrayed with rare design the war-like actions of the mighty dead. Here show fierce accidents of battle-blind, and there fierce single-fights, a scene of dread, where from the gentu seeking all to spy, may not withdraw the pleasure of his eye. He asks of all he sees, but gama prayed he first beseeded, and in cool retreat be pleased to taste the food before him spread, which a peculiar sect holds highest treat. The spoomy vases generous liquors shed, which first did Noah make the world to wheat, yet nils the gentu man to break his fast, as it was forbidden by the laws of caste. The blaring trumpet which in peace the thought of warfare images rinsed the lift-like thunder, the diabolic instruments fire-fraud, wake slumbering echoes there, the sea-daps under. Noted the gentu all, but most he sought to read the intention and the works of wonder done by the heroes which in scanty space picture mute poesy had power to trace. He rises, gama rising by his side, and there cuello with the moriten, with curious iron a war-like form they eyed, an old white sire of aspect sovereign. His name and honors in our hearts shall buy, long as the world shall know the name of men. And garb of grishan usage stands he died, bearing the vise of leaf-branch in his right. His right a leaf-branch bore, but, oh, how blind I madly rushed to tempt without your stay, ye inim sceptagas and monde go kind, a path so varied, long and arduous way. Let me your favor while my way shall wind, or the deep ocean may the storms affray, for sore I fear me, and ye leave the helm, the waves my fragile bark shall overwhelm. See how my lay so long to sing hath striven, your tagas and illusions dear to you, how off this exile fate from home hath driven, new labors ever suffering, losses new. Now tempting ocean, then all helpless driven, the drab movortian risks and wrongs to rue, self-doomed as canace to death abhorred, in this hand ay the pen, in that the sword. Now sunk by hateful scorned tannery, to chew the bitter bit of beggar bread, then mocked by hope already brought so nigh to be anew and more than air misled, then with bare life in hand condemned to fly, where life depended from so fine a thread, only a greater miracle could save than what the Judas King knew life these gave. And still my nymphs was not enough of pain, such sorrow clouds around my life should close, but they, for whom I sang the pageant strain, with sad return must pay my toils my throes. In place of peace and rest I hoped again, in the air of bayreth bound around my brows, troubles by men unseen they must invent, when ills of every kind my soul torment. Behold ye nymphs, what hybrid lords and wise breedeth your tagus, what a generous race, who in such fashion, with such favours prize, the bard whose boon hath lent their lordships grace, for coming writers, what examples rise, to raise men's genius to its pride of place, to shrine memorias in the poet's story, beads that deserve to gain eternal glory. But since such hosts of ills around ye lie, let not my fancy of your favour fail, hear chiefest wanted, as the gold draws nigh, that mighty feats walks mightier by my tail. Aid me, you only, long indeed swear I, no grace to grant, where good doth not prevail, and none to flatter, watch so their degrees, on pain of losing all my part, please. Think not, ha, no, my nymphs, I would in feign, the man who dares his country and his king, forget, for private interest pitiful claim, by law of God and man a felon thing. Nor poor ambition, whose degraded aim is to win office, shall my song ere sing, whose only object in the noble prize is the larger range of vice and infamies. None, whom his using powers on him conferred, makes them the panders of his ugly greed. None, who to court and cringe before the herd, in change a figure proteas shall exceed. From me, Kamene, fair no favouring word, for him who comes in grave and honest weed, in newborn rank his king contending more, to fleece and flay the miserable poor. Nor him, who, holding tis but just and right, his king's severest orders to fulfil, holds it not just tis fitly to requite, their servile brows that wear his sweat distil. Nor him, whose bosom lacking practical light, seeketh for causes and by prudent skill, taxeth with niggered heart, and hand unfair, the toils of aliens which he doth not share. Only of men, I'll sing the glorious name, who risketh darling life for God, for king, when losing life, they lengthened life by fame, and well deserved the best that Barth can sing. Apollo and the Nine, who with me came, redoubled fury to my song shall bring, when rest and breathing from my travail tain, I to my toil refreshed shall come again. The Governor of Calico, cede various pictures upon the banners of the Armada, and here is the account of them given by Paul da Gama, origin of the word Lucitania, glorious feats of the Portuguese kings and of their vassals till the reign of king Don Afonso the Fifth. The Samori ordered the Harusvices to consult futurity respecting the Armada. They reported him evil of the navigators. They attempt to destroy da Gama, who satisfies the king in a notable speech. Another argument. Vence de Lucitania, os fundadores, e aqueles que por feitos valerosos de alta memória são merecedores, de inos e diversos numerosos. Como de Calicúte, os regedores consultam os Harusvices famosos e corruptos cundádegas possantes tratam de destruir os navegantes. Seen are the founders of the Lucian race, and braves whose valiant actions brightest shine, on memory's page deserving highest place, and tuneful hymn and poet's numbered line. What way of Calicúte the region's bays consult the famous augurs who design, bought with all poisoned bribes to show their skill, and by their cunning the discoverer's skill. Canto 8 Tariah the catchwall standing mute before the first of painted forms that stood in sight, who for device in hand a leaf-branch bore, with meteor-beard long-flowing flossy white, whose counterfeit presentment this, wherefore the strange device he holdeth in his right, when pole with sober accents answering sad, while the wise moor for both interpreted. All of these figures which to thee are shown, so bold and bearing, dreadful to behold, and bolder, dreader far, the man were known, and mouth of fame, for words and words of old. Ancient, yet modern's are, so bright her groan, with maim's ingenious highest rank enrolled. This first in sight is Lusus, from whose fame Arlusitania gained her royal name. He was the Theban's son, or comrade tried, the god who diverse regions overran. It seems he came to hold our Spanish night, pursuing conquests which his youth began. Dorus and Guadiana's planes of pride, of your elysian fields, his fancy when, so much, he there would give his weary bones the tune eternal, the term our country owns. The branch divides thou cease to bear in hand, is the green thurses Bacchus wants to wield, which to our century doth believe command, he was a comrade or beloved child. Seizedalion, other treading Tagaslan, the plower who long hath plowed the wild sea field, for the perpetual walls he reared on high, and feign of palas for all memory, Ulysses says, who builds that sacred feign to her, his favorite tone for con supplies, if there he fire tall Troy on Asian plain, here may he mighty Lisbon's walls arise. Who hath we here, who cumbers with the slain, the few, his furious presence fights the eyes? He drives great armies to disgraceful rout, and on his banners painted eagles float, the gentled us, and gummers and circain. Thou ceased a herdsman, who his flock foresook. We know that Vidiatus was his name, who ae preferred the lands before the crook. He shook and shattered Roman pride and feign, from this unvanquished victor ne'er she took. Ha, no, nor ever could her power take the primacy which pyres failed to break. Not force but fraud she used, and underhand she felt his life that cowed her coward's pride. For might his traits make men of honest brand, break the magnanimous laws of honor bright. This other here, against his angry land, with us forgotten, and exiled white, right well chose he the men were with to rise, and of immortal lustre snatched the prize. Thou ceased, with us he beats the flags that bear Jove's valiant birds, victorious, sovereign. Ian in those days, no brave, so brave, but where our yoke subjected to our might and main. See his so subtle arts, his wily care, the people by his deep design to gain. The prophet Hine, ae dealing wise advice, sartorious he, the doe is his device. See now this other painted flag upon of our first king's the great progenitor. Our history makes him to be Hungary's son, but strangers say Lorraine the hero bore. When with the chivalry of proud Leon, and the Galego he lay low the moor, unto Saint Seppoker, saintly Henry Hyde, that might his kingly trunk be sanctified. Say, Prady, who be this that frights my sight? Ask the stony man of Malabar, who all these squadrons, all these men of might, with his thin legions thus can rout and march, who breaks such bulwarks, proud in breath and height, who gives such battle, never tired of war, who comes so many crowns in many parts to trample underfoot and estendards. The first Afonsotes, the Gama's fake, by whom the moor all Portugalia lost, for whom fame swear her oath by Stygian Lake, no more of noble Roman name to boast. The zealot he whom God would nare forsake, by whose brave arm he tames the Moorish host, for whom their wallet reign he lay so low, no more is left for future days to do. Had Caesar, or King Alexander, led, a par so puny, men at arms so few, against the multitudes unnumbered, this excellent commander overthrew. Deem not their names had earth thus overspread, nor could their deathless glorious deaths adieu, but leave with such inexplicable deeds, and see what worth of vassal man he needs. This, whom thou seest side with kindling eye, his broken pupil fears and hide as they, bidding him rally flying hosts, and try once more the desperate fortunes of the plain, returneth youth with age to do or die, and turns the vanquished vanquisher away. Ega's manish, the gallant veteran hide, his knighthood's mirror to each loyal knight. See him here, self-yielded with his sons he goes, naked of silk and cloth, with neck and cord, because the youth to break the promise chose, which took a still he gave with plighted word. He lured by specious promises, the foes, to raise the siege when sovereign wage the sword. To life's last pains he dooms his sons and wife, and self-condemneth saves his legious life. Lest did the council, whom the hosts surround, went to the coda and forks he careless came, and there his head to bow and pass was bound, nith the triumphant senite's yoke of shame. This, blamed at home, and inborn firmness found, to yield him singly, true to constant aim. This other yieldeth self and insincide and wife, more glorious and more grievous deed. See's thou the brave, who left his ambushed, falls on the king, the sieging, yon tall town, the town un-seaging, and the king way-laid. Illustrious action Mars might call his own. See him, here went he, limb the yon armade, till eek at sea the moormen slain or flown, lost all their galleys, while he claims the prize that heads our host of meritan victories. Fouajro pinutis, o'er wave and land, his name shall Ares plan with equal light, reflecting flames that lit his daring hen in moormen galleys under a billows height. See how, at just and saintly war's command, happy he loses life in holy fight, enters by Moorish hens the heavenly comb, his soul triumphant with the well-won poem. See'st not this gathering, in strange garb that came, swarming from alkyon navy new and brave, who hope our first of kings, the foe to tame, and beginless and saintly proof they gave. Behold, in Hickey, night of peerless fame, and eek the palm that grew beside his grave, through them his marvels God to men have shown, Germans be they the martyrs Christ shall own. Behold, a churchman, brandishing his skein, against a runches which he takes, the chants of lairia, avenging lately tain, by men who couch for mafaman the lands. Tis theotonio prior, see again, besieged suntaring, and shalt see the glance assured, that figures on the Moor, and first wave o'er the walls, the quinoa better durst. See, here he highs, where low are sensual laith, the venal war who infers fight atones. Pierseth, the ponent host, his ancient slave, entrails this spaly pendant o'er the stones. May munish he, when his life portrayeth, the valour buried with his father's bones, dying of these banners, since his force ne'er failed, to raise his own, throughout what terror has sailed. Behold that other, sliding down his spear, bearing two head of sentinels his slew, better to hide his ambush. Now appear, his braves, whose might and sleight the town were through. And now his sketching shows the cavalier, proper, who holds in hand the coupet two, cold ghastly heads, a deed ne'er done indeed, Giraldo Sempavo, the stout name reed. See, it's not as penured, who dissatisfied, with our ninth king Afonso, by old hate of Lara moved with the Murobyte, in friendship hostile to our portugal state. Abranches town he takes accompanied, by the hard infidel his moorish mate. But see, a portingle with power so spare, route him, and stoutly lead him prisoner. Martin Lopes, the knight by name as known, who from the traitors, pawns and laurels took. But here, behold, the bishop militant shone, who changed for steely lands his golden crook. See him, with faithless, faithful, found alone, fied to refuse, refusing, shake and shock the cruel mormon. See, in shining skies, the sign whereby his few he multiplies. See, fly the kings of Cordoba and Seville, routed, with other twain in shortest tail, routed, may, rather, ruin, miracle, God brought, not worked by arm of mortal frail. See, Alcace loben her haughty will. The towers of flesh, the walls of steel avail, against Lisbon's bishop, Domatius, see, crowned with the palmy crown, their standard he. Behold, a master of Castilian line, a portingle by right of birth, or run, Algarve's kingdom, till she shone's no sign, of men at arms his forth hath not undone. By guile, and might, and main, and star benign, towns, castles, cities, all are stormed and won. Soon, spite her townsmen, to villatown he breaks, and for the seven slain hunters, vengeance takes. See him, with bellic arts from mormon gain, silves, they gained with enormous host. Payu co-hayates, who might and main, and cunning purpose, man, a envy most. Nor pass the fighting three in France and Spain, who won a name that never shall be lost, for tournée, challenges, and joustings, gain, winning of public trophies, proud display. Seize them, how clapped adventurers they came, Castileward, whence alone the prize and pride they bore, the winnings of Bologna's gain, as to their loss, all found a foal who tried. See them strike down the knights of proudest fame, who of the three the principal defied. Tez Gonzalo Ribeiro, named so grave, hath not to fear from leave his well-me-wave. To one attend, whose fame so far extended, that with no fame of old she rests content, who, when his country on a thread depended, lands stalwart shoulders to the birth and bend. Seize not, how anger-flushed he reprehended, the coward thronged suspicions cold and lent, and makes the wretches hail the gentle rain of home-born king, not foreing scissorain. See him, with daring and advice-replete, God-guarded only, and by holy star, make possible the impossible, and defeat one-handed, proud Castileus, part of war. See how by valor aided, might and wit, in second slaughter victory similar, he gains or those who, fierce as infinite, dwell betwixt Tartesis and Guadiana's veil. Seize not already, all but overthrown, our Lusitanian power, when left his line, the capitain devout, who wins alone, to invoke that essence the most highest trying. Now see him summoned hastily by his own, who plead that fortune must par-force and climb to well-enforce, and pray his praises cheer the soldiers, and enforce their feeble fear. Yet see the careless, holy confidence, wherewith, it is not yet time, he answered, as one in God reposing trust immense, of human victory, won by heavenly aid. In so pompelous hearing the offence of enemies urging or his land the raid, to him who brought the heaven news replies, but I, you see, am offering sacrifice. If one whose brave rests his God upon, perchance thou wouldest know how named and known, Portugal'scipio is the name he won, but Nuno Alvarez claims more renown. Happy the land that bear her such a son, or rather sire, for long as suns look down, on earth where Sirius enjoyed Neptune rain, for such a scion she shall sigh in vain. In the same warfare, see what praises Gaineth, this other captain of a slendered hand, driving commanders he the drovery Gaineth, which they had lifted with audacious hand. See how the lands again engore his Taineth, only to free at friendship's firm command, his thralled friend, from honor made a thrall, Pedro Rodíguez, this of Leandro Alvarez. Look on the street to learn how he paid, his catered trickery, and his surgery fell, Jufer Nantes of Elva's this that slayeth, the wretch, and sends him to his proper hell. Herring Sirius playing the crops he layeth, with floods of blood that Gaineth prowled Castile, but see how Huipereda's face in front, and shield the galleys bearing battleground. See on seventeen to loses who belong, upon this hill extending, life defend against the Spaniards, who four hundred strong, to take him captive in their rear extend. But to their sorrow, these shall find earlong, the stout defenders also can offend, if it dine to last, who earths succumb to time, in the far past and present days sublime. How the three hundred braves, to us known of old, did with a thousand Romans battle wage, and the good times when verile deeds and bold, which Vrietas did, illumined his age, his next memorious triumphs from their hold, bequithing this our noblest heritage. The brave, though few, shall ne'er the many fear, as it in a thousand times reproved full clear. Pedro and Henry view those infants' twain of kingly John, the generous progeny, that guards his fame illustrious to remain in German land, in Dumith death to die. This prince, inspired by heaven, claimed the main as her explorer, and laid bare the lie of Tumidmur's vain boast in Seta's wall, and forced the gateway, entered first of all. Seized country Pedro, daring to support, to sieges laid by Barbary might and hire, and seized John other count, who shoals the port of earthly Mars, and Marshal force and fire. Sufficit not, defends Alcácer Ford, from swarming hosts, his spirit flyeth higher, his king's beloved life, the brave defends, as stonewall standing till his own he ends. And here, the painters, who in art prevail, party, had many painted and portrayed, but fail their pencils and their colors fail, prize, praise, and premium of art's life, the bread, fold of the vices flowing from the entail, of men degenerate, who so far have strayed, from valour's paths where trodder lustrous sires, deep-mired inventities and low desires, those high illustrious fathers who gave birth, to generations on their graves depending, fought for fair honor, sternly strove on earth, to found a family that could bear descending. Blind, if paternal toils of priceless worth, one name, fame, claim so far and wide extending, they leave their lesser sons but more obscure, when left in crapidest vices to live impure. All's there be others, sons of wealth and might, who to no lordly tree by birth belong, fault of the kings, who oft some favorite prefer to thousands, wise and true and strong. For these, the painted past hath poor delight, feeling vain colors worth them present wrong, and ay, as natural foe in hate they bear, the speaking pictures which their semblance wear. Again say I not, that some of high descent from wealthy houses, men of generous train, still with their noble lives and excellent heritage titles worthily sustain. And if the light which ancestry hath land, no novel glory by their doings gain, at least it faileth not, nor dim it groweth, but ha, few men like these the painter knoweth. Thus Gama's eloquence told the mighty deeds, thus closed by various tints to stranger view, where art to singular artist hand concedes, depainting nature with her natural hue. The catchwall's ready glance distinctly reads, the certain youth's story and the tale so true. A thousand times he asked, a thousand heard, each tasteful battle which his iron preferred. And now, the light a doubtful lustre showed, when veiled the mighty lamp its lucent gray, beneath the skies round him, and luminous glowed, on our antipodes this mild day. The generous crowd of nares and gentles rowed off from the stalwart ship on homeward way, seeking repose and sleep's delicious swoon, to weary being's night-tide's gentle whome. Meanwhile, those augurs who must fame a fie in false opinion, that by sacrifice forecast of future things which dubious lie, their diabolic sign and show they wise, by royal mantic hide black arts to ply, and various offices gain exercise to find what projects brought across the main, unheard of foreigners from unknown sphane. By demon Aidan's truthful sign they learned, how doth this novel visitor pretend, a yoke perpetual, servitude eternal, the racist ruin, and its valour's end. The maesid augur, whom the proofs constern, went to the king and tells, in, as he caned, the fearful symptoms that had met his sight, by victim bowels brought anon to light. These signs confirming, to a priest devout, a man of mark in mafumata's speed, from preconceived hatred not remote, against holy faith that doth all faith exceed, in the false prophet's form of evil note, who drew his being from slave-hagger's seed, bakas the hateful in a dream appears, whose hate is doubled by redoubled fears. Guardian, my children, guardian, does he spoke, from snares and perils laid by deadly foes, who o'er the tumid waters hither flock, before the danger more immediate grows. The mormon startled by these words awoke, in visionary fear, but soon arose the thought that vulgar dream his brain oppressed, and thus returned me tranquil to his rest. And bakas does returneth, knowest thou not the mighty maker who the law devised, for thy forefathers, he who's will you want, and lacking whom had many been baptized? I wait for thee, for me dost sleep thou sought, then by the future soon shall be advised, how these newcomers come with bane and ban, to break the laws I taught to seely man. Until this feeble folk full force hath won, contrive resistance in all manner ways, for easy it is upon the rising sun, for an iron to fix on fear of blinding race. But when to Xenith hath his race been run, the strongest eyesight that would dare the gaze remaineth daisin, and so shall ye remain, unless ye let them ear the root betane. Then, with the dreamer sleep away his beteth, trembling remains the astonished Hagerine, springing from couch his slaves bring light he beteth, the fervid venom festering in his spleen. As the pale dawn light which the sun precedeth, displayed her angel cheek and brow serene, convoked the doctors of the terpid sect, he of his vision renders count direct. Diver's opinions couched contrary, are told and heard, as each best understood. Astute waylains, argued treachery, were worked and woven in their vengeful mood. But shirking treasured which may danger dre, they sought the spilling of the stranger's blood, with plots and projects of the subtlest school, by bribes the rulers of the land to rule. With golden bribe, rich fee, and secret gift, they strived the country principles to please, showing, with proofs discreet of notable drift, how shall perdition all the people seize? These be, they say, a folk of scanty thrift, rovers who run from occidental seas, piratic rapine is their sole desire, sangrois, sangrois, or human or divine. Ha, how behooves the king who rules a right, to choose his counselors or his friends beloved, by rule of conscience, virtuous inner light, who sprites sincere affection long have proved. The man exalted to that dizzy height, the kingly throne, of things from note removed, can gain no notice sure, no knowledge clear, save what the advisor's tongue will teach his ear. Much less I counsel kings to rest secure, in the clear conscience of the men who show of humble pauper poke the form of lure, ambition happily lurketh rags below, and men in all things pious just and pure, often of worldly knowledge little know, for ill shall trustful innocence take part in mundane matters when God holds the heart. But each and every catch will gross and breed, the puissant rulers of the Gentile herd, gained by the glossings of the hellish breed, unto the portingals dispatched deferred. Whereon the Gama, whose one only heed, despite the mischief by the Mormon stirred, was, at the kingly feet, sure sign to lay, of the discovered world left far away. Worketh for this alone, as well he knew that, when sure tidings and clear proofs appear, arms, armor, ships, and man would send anew, Manuel, the king who rules the realm, some peer. Back to his yoke and law he would subdue the globet earth and in the watchy sphere, himself as nothing but the diligent hand that pioneered the road to orient land. The gentle monarch forth he fares to find, that with this missile he may win his ways, seen already how the Moors' black mine would bulk his heart's desire by long delays. The king, who, if by tales of forged kind amazeth were, would not so much amaze, confiding fully in his auger's trough, confirmed too by Moorman's wordy froth. Fields fear of freezing his ignoble breast, burneth, on other hand, a base desire, which ever held his spirit in arrest, flaming with looters lusts unquenchable fire. The richest prophet, sees he manifest, appear in future, if, with truth and hire, he make just contract and its consequent gain for long years offered by Eruzion reign. Hereon the counsellors of the king most prized, different councils and opinions dealt, for those whereby he want to be advised, money's almighty magic might had felt. To call our valiant captain he devised, and him, when come, thus fake. Now, and thou wilt, here in my presence, own the root clean truth, thy felon action still shall claim my root. The message, say they, and I understand, thy king hath sent me, it's a falsehood vain. No king doth own thee, ownest thou no land, but leadest begging life upon the main. Say, who, from ultimate hispanian strength, or king or ward past hope of cure and saint, would send his navies or one ship to stray, over such distant oceans dubious ways? And if great wealthy kingdoms doth thy king sway, as thou sayest with kingly majesty, what rich rare presence do I see thee bring, earnest of doubtful unknown verity? The splendid robe, the costly offering, the twixed high king, and king, link amity, I hold no valid sign, no certain pledge, the pleas of vagrant seamen may allege. If as hath had to many a high-born grave, perchance an exile be your lot to roam, my land shall lend you refuge, and shall save, for every country is the strong man's home. If ye be pirates housed upon the wave, ownet me, fear nor infamy nor doom, for in all ages life to save must be the primal law of life's necessity. He thus, the gamma who divined the game perfidious, with a cunning treasure played by jealous mahmatic hearts, whence came the foul suspicions which the king misled, with high-sold confidence, as did Basim, commanding credence which he merited, bowing to Venus as Idaelius haste, preferred this answer from his prudent breast. If man's original sin in horrid time, whereby sore fall became our hapless fate, had never caused the cup of deadly crime, that cruel scourge of every Christian state, with enmity to brim in every climb, for Adam's sons could falsely innate, all kings sublime, of that foul-turpid sect, their heads thou help me of such deed suspect. But sedence not is worn or good or high, some stumbling blocks, and sees its nobler deed on fair hope's footstep, fear a following night, which on its bosom's sweat delights the feed. But seems thou dine as little to rely on this, my very truth, nor take his heed of other reasons, which regard thou must, that's thou not trust to men unworthy trust. For, on I be a robber, repine, fad, undivogous, far banished from mine own. How can I, thinkest thou, so far hath spad to seek these seeds unseen, these realms unknown? By what false hope, what love of profit lad, should I, with angry seeds my lot have thrown, untartic rigors and the fires of air, which they who dwell beneath the ram must bear? If thou demand that gifts of high degree must the good credit of my words maintain, I came but stranger climbs and skies to see, where nature chose to set thy ancient reign. But if my fortune grant such good to me, home to return and fatherland regain, by rich and splendid presence thou shalt learn the sure tidings of my glad return. If this my visit, chance inopinence seem, that king should send from far his period's strength, know that your noble heart and bosom deem no just, no possible feat to great and grand. While seems it fitting that the thought supreme of Lusian spirit should at least command larger belief and faith of loftier flight, and hold it boundless in its height and might, know that long ages pass since our old kings with a saddled purpose again propose to conquer toils and trevails manifold, which ate noble plans their power pose. They hoped hostile seas that feign withhold from mortal man the boon of soft repose. They will to trace their bounds, to track their shore, the farthest margin where the billows roar. Conceit right worthy of his wrench so blessed, that ventures king, who ploughed in primal rank the ways and drape from out his well-loved nest the last possessor of Mount Abila's flank. He, by rare genius toils that never rest unto one plank conjoining other plank, disclose the parts where shine in clearest air, argo with hydra, aura with the hair. These early seeds abundant harvest bore, and walk star bosoms braver till we came little by little, stranger paths to explore, developing each in antecedent aim. The latest dwellers on the Blackmore shore, Austral, whose eye in their saw the sevenfold flame, were seen by us when laughed behind in turn whatever peoples leave the tropic burn. Thus, with firm bosom, fixed resolve to win, we vanquished fortune, and we snatched the prize. To harbour this, thy newfound kingdom in, we taught the crowning column here to rise, cleaving perforce clean through the liquid tin, horrible tempests, importunities, to thee we come, and only pray from thee some sign and signal, which our king shall see. This, king, be truth, nor deign that I would make, for such uncertain good, such petty gain, which, being my words untrue, moat be the stake such long proemium forget falls in vain. Liefre would I, my rest, unending take, when the fierce restless bosom of the main, by motherthetes rocked, a pirate dour, who makes his wealth by making others poor. If then, O king, this honest truth of mine, thou take for what it is, one fold sincere, ate us, to our dispatch, thy heart incline, and gust of glad return to mar forbear. But, on my tale appears some feign design, he, thou my pleadings, proved so fair and clear, as seen by judgment likes that never fail, for truth is strong, and truth shall a prevail. The tentive monarch felt assured content, when thus Dagama proved his discourse, conceives in him reliance confident, and the firm trust that lent his language forth. He weighs of every word the full intent, pondering the pleading from such trusty source, and begins to hold as man by self-deceiving those cative cattles who had bribes receiving. Jointly, his lucre lust claims firm effect, which losing contract shall he hopes ensure. Hope bids him listen, and far more of fact, the captains honor than the crafty moor. In feign, he bideth Dagama high direct aboard, and thence from hurt and harm secure, the fittest stuffs from traffic shoreward send, against his spicy stores to truck or vend. The stuffs to send, in feign, he gives command, which in gonjatic realms the rarest be, if ought of value brought he from the land, where ends the shore, and where begins the sea. Now, from the royal presence venerant, the captain seeks the port to make his plea, before the catchwell honored with his charge, for lone of both, as his were all at large. For both were by to board his ship he pleaded, yet the bad region, plotting novel snare, were in to trap the stranger, not conceited, but stay and hindrance straightway doth prepare. Then, fearing from the quay his ghast he leadeth, far from the royal palaces, and there, where cans the monarch not of such intent, would work the mischief, which his malice meant. When reached the distant side, he again to say, fitting conveyance should be soon supplied, or to the dawning of the crest and day, the passage to defer he best decide. But now perceive it from prolonged delay, the gamma how the gentle was allied, with the deep plotting Moor's revengeful brood, truth he had not here to understood. The catchwell also gifts and bribes had tain, tempted like others by the Muslim folk. Eek was he chief who held the guiding rain, of all the cities kneed the Samrin's yoke. From him alone the Moor men looked to gain, their bays and wicked wills by hook or crook. He, when concert vile with them conspires, dispireth not to glut their ill desires. To him the gamma, with much instant sprays, for passage shipward, but without avail, for thus had ordered given, as he says, the proud successor of the paramole. What cause of hindrance here? Why these delays, to land the stuffs and goods of Portugal? Subjects per force obey what kings command, but there's their dreadful orders counterman. That bribe catchwell land no heed as due to the high words. Nay Moor he wracked his thought, to find some subtle fantasy anew, some deep and davelish scheme, some monstrous plot, or how his brutal steel he might embrew, in that detested blood he ever sought, or how the vessels he might blast and burn, that none and not therein may home return. That none to fatherland returning Tendeth, and nothing less the Moslem's fiendish plan. So ne'er shall can, how far and wide extendeth, the Owen land or sovereign Lucetan. And fine goes not the gamma, whom for fendeth of those barbarian hordes the ruined men, lacking whose permit none might leave the beach, as all the boats were born beyond his reach. To the chief's reasons and rough words replyeth, that idle worshipper he must commend, to bring mere shore the fleet that distant life, so moated easier be to board and land. Of foe or thief the tactic it implyeth, when in far offing does the vessel stand, foe he, for ne'er shall true and trusty friend, from those he loveth danger apprehend. Should gamma sieve in each wily word, the catchwalls drift, who feign would bring the fleet nearer, where dire assault of flame and sword were ready made for wrecking mortal hate. His thoughts, his scatters, better ate a fort, his six infenses realms unture discreet, some counterplot, against evil plans prepared, who feign he feared all, for all he cared. As being reflected by the burnished bright mirror of steel or glass play crystal clear, which sometimes struck by ray of solar light and other part restrikes the dazzling clear, and waved by wanton hand of curious pride, about the house to sparkle here and there, where walls and roofs, the shimmering species place, the rested, strenuous, fitful, pivoting rays, so did his vaguing judgment fluctuate, when captive gamma's memory brought to mind, coelho, last heap her adventure wade, ashore with bolts as by command design. With message privately sent, he warned his mate, fast for the fleet his homeward way to find. Blast he felt lightly in the bitter lace, he feared the fierce foul work of Moorish race. Such should be he who would, by grace of mark, follow the lustrous and their feign outfigh. His nimble thought must fly to every part, see through, and escape the danger ear to his knife. The soldier instant rare and subtle art must read, mark, learn his baffled enemy, not all and fine, nor shall that captain's slot be praise of mine, who pleads I thought it not. Insists the Malabar, his gas-remain prisoner, to orders bring their mother near. He constant, fired with hot hideous name, hears every menace with unfrightened ear. Rather shall he the weight on self-sustained, which vilest malice born of hate and fear machinates, than to shade of risk expose his legious navy riding safe from foes. That lifelong night endurance vile he lies, enough next day a part when he ordains, once more, to see the king, but leave the knives the guard that not a few of men contains. The temp with other tricks the gent who tries, fearing his monarch pay him for his pains, and shone the malice which must soon be known, if there a longer time the stranger won. He bids him order, every stuff be brought straight shoreward, all he hath a vendible, that they might duly bartered be, or bought, for who nil's commerce war is won to will. Though knows the gamma what felonious thought and damnable desires that bosom fill, yet he consented, for right well knows he, with these same stuffs he buys his liberty. Come certainly now the blackmoor shall prepare, launches and lighters fit the wares to land, to trust his boats our captain did not care, where foam might capture or might hold in hand. Put forth dalmades for the beach to bear, his paddy and stuffs, the best he mode command. He rides his brother, fearing all delay, to send the bales that shall his blackmail pay. The merchandise now landed is ashore, whereby that pretty casual tis tain, Alvar and Diego guard the store, with leave to truck or van as best they can. At more than duty, than obedience more, gain rules the ignoble breast of lawless men, well doth that pagan to the whirlwind show, for gain the goods he let the gamma go. He lets him go, for in the goods he thought, to hold sufficient pledge and pawn that made, a better penny to his purse be brought, than if for longer time achieve his state. The gamma, certain that no more he ought to land, and happily counter fresh delay, unto his vessels being now restored, resolves with tranquil mind to buy the board. A board of ships he buys with mind at ease, to see in what circumstance the day shall show. For now his spirit no reliance sees, upon that private regent, vile and low. Here let the casualists who riddle these, see how the wealthy, as the wantful too, are ruled by nuker, and the noxious thirst of gain that guards us there and do the worst. By thracious sovereign Polydora is slain, only to have and hold his wealthy store. The guarded edifice may not contain the creature's daughter against the golden shard, so rage tarpaia's avarice in saying, that she entruck for shining yellow oar, the lofty towers to the foe betrayeth, and stifled, crushed, the price of treasure payeth. This obes of watered ford, the vulvard wall, maketh the felon friend his fave forgo, this changeeth noblest thing to vilest thrall, and yieldeth captants to the lurring foe. This maketh purist maiden foully foe, and no no fear, no wreck of honor throw. This art and science shall at times deprave, blind, sanest judgment, consciences enslave. This loves to gloss with subtler sense than meant to the texts. This maketh laws and laws and maketh. This tainteth subjects with a treasure taint. This in the patriot king, the tyrant, wakeeth. In he, self-valid to the omnipotent, as proved by thousand instances, forsakeeth, God's way, by gold's enchanting siren rude, yet hapless showing, still some taint of good. End of Canto 8.