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XXXT. Therewith a piteous yelling voice was heard, . So doubly lov'd of ladies unlike faire, Crying, “ O spare with guilty hands to teare “ Th' one seeming such, the other such indeede, “ My tender Tides, in this rough ry!'d enbard; “ One day in doubt I cast for to compare " But fly, ah! fly far hence away, for feare " Wherher in beauties glorie did exceede; " Lest to you hap that happened to me heare,
rosy girlonde was the victor's meede. " And to this wretched lady, oiy deare love; “ Both seemde to win, and both seemde won to bee; * O coo deare love, love bought with death too “ So hard the discord was to be agreede : « deare!"
“ Frælissa was as faire as faire mote bee, Astond he stood, and up his heare hid hove. 6 And ever falle Duefla seemde as faire as shee. And with that suddein horror could no member
“ The wicked witch now seeing all this while
“ The doubtfull ballaunce equally to sway, At last whenas the dreadfull passion
“ What not by right, the cast to win by guile, Was overpast, and manhood well awake, “ And by her helleth science raisd straight way Yet muling at the straunge occasion,
“ A foggy mist that overcast the day, And doubting much hi sense, he thus bespake; “ And a dull blast, that, breathing on her face, “ What voice of damned ghost from Limbo lake, “ Dimmel her former beauties shining ray, “ Or guileful spright wandring in empty aire, “ And with foule ugly firme did her disgrace : “ (Both which fraile men do oftentimes millake) “ Then was she sayre alone, when nonc was faire “ Sends to my doubtful eares these speaches rare,
“ in place. “ And ruefull plaints, me bidding guiltlesse blood “ to spare?”
" Then cride she out, “ Fye, fye, deformed wight,
“ Whose borrowed beautic now appeareth plaine Then groning deep, “Nor damned ghoft,"quoth he, “ To have before bewitched all mens fight; “ Nor guileful sprite to thee these words doth speake; “O leave her soone, or let her soone be saine !" But once a man Fradubio, now a tree;
“ Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine, “ Wretched man, wretched tree! whose nature “ Eftsoones I thought her such as she me told, * weake
“ And would have kild her; but with faigned « A cruell witch, her cursed will to wrcake,
(hold; “ Hath thus tra'sformd, and plast in open plaines,
“ The falfe witch did my wrathfull hand with* Where Boreas doth blow full bitter bleake, “ So left her, where she now is turnd to tree in “ And scorching sunne does dry my secret vaines;
“ mould. " For though a tree I seeme, yet cold and heat me paines."
" Thensforth I tooke Duessa for my dame,
“ And in the witch unweeting ioyd long time, Say on Fradubio, then, or man or tree,” “ Nc ever wist but that she was the same; Quoth then the knight;“ by whose mischievous arts “ Till on a day (that day is everie prime, “ Art thou mishaped thus, as now I see? “ When witches wont do penance for their crime) “ He oft finds med'cine who his griefe imparts ;
“ I chaunst to see her in her proper hew, “ But double griefs afflict concealing harts, “ Bathing herselfe in origane and thyme : “ As raging flames who striveth to suppresse,"
" A filthie foule old woman I did view, " The author then," said he. “ of all my smarts, “ That ever to have toucht her I did deadly rew. “Is one Duessa, a false forcerelle, * That many errant knights hath brought to “ Her neather partes mishapen, monstruous, “ wretchednesse.
“ Were hidd in water, that I could not see,
" But they did seenie more foule and hideous “ In prime of youthly yeares, when corage hott " Then woman's shape man would beleeve to bee. “ The fire of love and ioy of chevalree
“ Thensforth from her most beastly c«mpanie « First kindled in my breast, it was my lott “ I gan relraine, in minde to slipp away, “ To love this gentle iady, whome ye see “ Soone as appeared safe opportunitie; « Now not a lady, but a seeming tree;
“ For danger great, if not assurd decay, « With whome as once I rode accompanyde, “ I saw before mine eyes, if I were knowne to fray. “ Me chaunced of a knight encountrid bee, “ That had a like faire lady by his lyde; “ The divelith hag, by chaunges of my cheare, “ Like a faire lady, but did fowle Duefla hyde : “ Perceiv'd my thought, and, drownd in fleepie
“ night, " Whose forged beauty he did take in hand “ With wickes herbes and oyntments did besmeare w All other dames to have exceded farre ;
“My body all, through charnies and magicke “ I in defence of inine did likewise stand,
"might, " Mine, that did then fine as the morning farre; “ That all my férfes were bereaved quight; “ So both to batteii fierce arraunged arse;
“ Then brought she me into this defert waste, “ in which his harder fortune was to fall
“ And by my wretched lover': fight me pight; “ Under ny speare : such is the dye of warre. " Where now cnclofd in wooden wals full falte, * His lady, leit as a prise martiall,
“ Banisht from living wights, our wearie daies ve “Did yield her comely person to be at my call.
| When all this speech the living trec had spent, “ But how long time,” said then the Elfin Knight, The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground, " Are you in this misformed hou' to dwell?” That from the blood he might be innocent, * We may not chaunge," quoth he, “ this evill nd with fresh clay did close the wooden wound; plight
Then turning to his lady, dead with seare her " Till we be bathed in a living well ;
fownd. * That is the terme prescribed by the spell."*: "Ohow," fayd he, “ mote I that well outfind, Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare, * That may restore you to your wonted well ?” As all unweeting of that well she knew, “ Time, and sufficed Fates, to former kynd And paynde himselfe with busie care to reare "Shall us reftore, none else from bence may us Her out of carelesse (wowne. Her eylids blew “unbynd."
And dimmed sight, with pale and deadly hew,
At last the up gan lift; with crembling cheare The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,
Her up he tooke, (too simple and too trew) Heard how in vainc Fradubio did lament, And oft her kist. At length all passed feare, And knew well all was true : but the good knight He set her on her teede, and forward forth Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,
THE FAERY QUEENE,
Forfaken Truth long seekes her love,
To seeke her knight ; who subtily betrayd Novant is there under hear'ns wide hollow- Through that late vision which th' enchaunter neffe
wrought, That moves niore deare compassion of mind, Had her abandond; she of nought afrayd, Then beautie brought t'unworthie wretched Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought, nelle,
Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought. Through Envie's snares, or Fortune's freakos unkind.
One day nigh wearie of the yrksome way,
And the grasse her daintie limbes did lay
In secrete shadow, far from all mens fight : Fcele my hart prest with so great agony,
From her fayre head her fillet she undight, When such I see, that all for pitty I could dy. And layde her stole asyde ; her angel's face
As the great cye of heaven shyned bright, And now it is empassioned so deepe,
And made a sunshine in the shady place : For fairest Unaes fake, of whom I sing,
Did never mortal eye behold such hçavenly grace. That my frayele eies these lines with tcares do steepe,
It fortuned out of the thickest wood
Soone as the royail virgin he did spy,
And with the fight amazd, forgat his furious forfe.
VI. Yet she, most faithfull ladie, all this wbile
Instead thereof he kist her wearie fect, Forsaken, wofull, folitarie mayd,
And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong, Far from all peoples preace, as in exile,
As he her wronged innocence did weet.
And fimple truth subdue avenging wrong! But fuddein carching hold, did her dismay
Gan fhut the dore. By this arrived there
quere: * The lyop, lord of everie beast in field," Caoth the,“ his princely puiffance doth abate Which when none yielded, her unruly page " And mightie proud, to humble weake does yield, With his rude clawes the wicket open rent,
Forgetfull of the hungry rage which late And let her in; where of his cruel rage " Him prickt, in piatie of my fad estate :
Nigh dead with feare and faint astonishment " Put be, my lyon, and my noble lord,
Shee found them both in darksome corner pent; * How does he find in crucll hart to hate
Where that old woman day and night did pray * Her that him lor'd and ever moft adord,
Upon her beads, devoutly penitent : " As the God of my life? why hath he nie abhord? Nine hundred Pater nofters every day,
And thrise nine hundred Aves, the was not to fay. Redourding tears did choke th’end of her plaine,
And to augment her painefull penaunce more Which softly echoed from the neighbour wood; Thrise every weekee in alhes shee did fitt, And, sad to see her sorrowfull constraint,
And next her wrinkled skin rough fackeclock The kingly beast upon her gazing ftood;
wote, With piccie calmd, downe fell his angry mood. And thrise-three times did fast from any bitt; At lait, ia clofe hart shutting up her payne, But now for feare her beads the did forgett. Arole the virgin borne of heavenly brood,
Whose needlefie dread for to remove away, And to her snowy palfsey got agayne,
Faire Una framed words and count'naunce fitt; To seeke her strayed champion it she might at Which hardly doen, at length she gan them pray, tayne.
That in their cotage small that night the rest her
may. The lyon would not leave her defolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard The day is spent, and cometh drowsie night, Of her chast person, and a faythfull mate
When every creature fhrowded is in fleepe; Of her fad troubles and misfortunes hard :
Sad Una downe her laies in weary plight, Sull when she slepe he kept both watch and ward; And at at her feete the lyon watch Joth keepe : And when the wakt he wayted diligent,
Instead of rest, she does lament and weepe, Wich bumble service to her will prepard :
For the latc losse of her deare-loved knight, From her fayre eyes he tooke commandement, And sighs and grones, and evermore docs steepe And ever by her lookes conceived her intent. Her tender brest in bitter teares all night;
All night she thinks too long, and often lookes Long he thus traveiled through deserts wyde,
for light. By which the thought her wandering knight
Now when Aldeboran was mounted hye, Yet never shew of living wight espyde.
Above the shinic Calliopcias chaire, Till that at length she found the trodden gras And all in deadly deepe did drowned lye, la which the tract of peoples footing was, One knocked at the dure, and in would sare : Under the steepe foot of a mountain hore; He knocked fast, and often curft and sware, The same she followes, till at last she has
That ready entraunce was not at his call; A damsel spyde low-footing her before,
For on his backe a heavy load he bare That on her fhoulders fad a pot of water bore : Of nightly stelths and pillage severall,
Which he had got abroad by purchase criminall. To To whom approaching she to her gan call,
To weet if dwelling place were nigh at hand; He was to weete a stout and sturdy thiefe, But the rade wench her answered not at all; Wont to robbe churches of their ornaments, She could no: hcare, nor 1pcake, nor understand, And poore mens boxes of their due reliefe, Til leeing by her fide the lyon stand,
Which given was to them for good intents : With luddein feare her pitcher downe she threw, The holy saints of their rich vestiments And fied away; for never in thac land
He did disrobe, when all men carlesse fept, Face of fayre lady she before did vew,
And spoild the priests of their habiliments; And that dredd lyon's looke her cast in deadly Whiles none the holy things in fafety kept, hew.
Then he by cunning lleights in at the window cropt. 11. Full faft she fled, ne never lookt behynd,
And all that he by right or wrong could find, As if her life upon the wager lay;
Unto this house he brought, and did bestow And home the came, whereas her mother blynd Upon the daughter of this woman blind, Eate in ciernal night : nought could the say, Abeffa, daughter of Corceca flow,
Whith whom he he whoredome usd that few did Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost, know;
But subtill irchimag, that Una sought
By raynes into new troubles to have tost :
| Therewith the gan her passion to renew, Thus long the dore with rage and threats he bett, And cry, and curse, and raile, and rend her heare, Yet of "hose fearefull women none durft rize, Saying that harlott she too lately knew, (The lyon frayed them) him in to lett :
Thai car:sd her shed so many a bitter teare; He would no longer stay him to advize,
And so forth told the story of her feare. But open breakes the dore in furious wize, Much seemed he to mone her haplesse chaunce, And entring is; when that disdainfull beast And after for that lady did inquere ; Encountring fierce, him suddein doth surprize; Which being :aught, he forwarde gan advaunce And seizing cruell clawes on trembling brest, His fair enchaunted feed andeke hischarmed launce. Under his lordly foot him proudly hath supprest.
Ere long he came where Una traveild Row, Him booteth not resist, nor succour call,
And that wilde champion wayting her belyde; His bleeding hart is in the venger's hand, Wh m seeing such, for dread hee durit not how Who streight him rent in thousand pceces small, Himseife too nigh at hand, but turned wyde And quite dismembred hath; the thirity land Unto an hil; from whence when she him spyde, Dronke up his life, his corse left on the strand By his like-seeming shield her knight by name His fearefull freends weare out the wofull night Shec weend i was, and towards him gan ride : Ne dare to weepe, nor seeme to understand Approching nigh she wilt it was the same, The heavie hap which on them is alight,
And with faire fearfull humblesie towards him the Affraid least to themselves the like misirappen might
And weeping said, “ Ah! my long-lacked lord, Now when broad day the world descovered has, “ Where have ye bene thus long out of my tight? Up Una rose, up rose the lyon eke,
“ Much fcared I to have bene quite abhord, And on their former iourney forward pas, “ Or ought have done that ye displealen might, In waies unknowne, her wandering knight to “ That should as death unto my deare heart seeke,
“ light: With paires for passing that long-wandring Greeke “ For since mine eie your ioyous fight did mis, That for his love refused deitye :
My chearefull day is turnd to chearlesse right, Such were the labours of this lady meeke,
“ And eke my night of death the shadow is ; Still seeking him that from her still did flye: “ But welcome now my light, and shining lampe Then furthest from her hope when most the ween
“ of blis."
He thereto meeting said, “ My deareft dame, Soone as she parted thence, the fearful ewayne, “ Far be it from your thought, and fro my wil, The blind old woman and her daughter dear, “ To thinke that knighthood I lo much fhould Came forth, and finding Kirkrapine there flayne,
“ shame, For anguish great they gan to rend their heare, “ As you to leave, that have me loved stil, And beat their brests, and naked flesh to teare : “ And chole in Faery Court of meere goodwil, And when they both had wept and wayld their fill, “ Where noblest knights were to be found on Then forth they ran like two amazed deare, Half mad through malice and revenging will, “ The earth fhall sooner leave her kindly skil To follow her that was the causer of their ill : “ To bring forth fruit and make eternal derth,
“ Then I leave you, my liefe, yborn of hevenly Whome overtaking, they gan loudly bray,
“ berth. With hollow houling and lamenting cry, Shamefully at her rayling all the way,
“ And footh to say, why I lefte you fo long, And her accusing of dishonesty,
“ Was for to seeke adventure in straunge place That was the flowre of faith and chastity; “ Where Archimago said a felon strung And still amidst her rayling she did pray
“ To many knights did daily worke disgrace : 'That plagues and mischiefes, and long misery, “ But knight he now thall never more deface : Mighe fall on her, and follow all the way, “ Good cause of mine excuse ; that motc se And that in endlesse error the might ever stray.
“ Wcll to accept, and evermore embrace But when she saw her prayers nough: prevaile, My fruthfuil service, that by land and seas Shee backe retourned with some labour loit; “ Have vowd you to defend : now then your And in the way as fhee did weepe and waile,
plaint appease.” A knight her niete in nighty armes cinbolt,