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They backe retourned to the princely place; He hated all good workes and vertuous deeds, Whereas an errant knight in armes ycled, And him no lesíe than any like did use ;

And heathenish thield, wherein with letters red And who with gratious bread the hungry feeds, Was writt Sanfoy, they new arrived find : His almes for want of faith he doth accuse ; Enflamd with sury and fiers hardyhed, So every good to had he doth abuso.

He seemd in hart to harbour thoughts unkind, And eke the verse of famous poets witt

And nourish bloody vengeance in his bitter mind He does backbite, and spitefull poison (pues From leprous mouth on all that ever write Who when the shamed shield of Naine Sansfoy Such one vile Envy was, that fifte in row did fitt. He Spide with that same Faery champion's page,

Bewraying him that did of late destroy And him beside rides fierce revenging Wrath His eldest brother; burning all with rage Upon a lion, loth for to be led;

He to him lept, and that same envious gage And in his hand a burning brond he hath, Of victor's glory from him snatch'd away : The which he brandisheth about his hed :

Burth’Elfin Knight, whichought that warlike wag His eyes did hurle forth sparcles fiery red,

Disdaind to loose the meed he wonne in fray, And Ilared sterne on all that him beheld,

And him rencountring fierce reskewd the noble pray As alhes pale of hew, and seeming ded; And on his dagger fill his hand he held, Therewith they gan to hurtlen greedily, Trembling through hasty rage when choler in Redoubted battaile ready to darraype, him sweld.

And clash their shields, and make their swerds on h

That with their sturre they troubled all the trans His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood Till that great queene, upon eternall paine Which he had fpiit, and all to rags yrent;

Of high displeasure that ensewen might, Through unadvized rashness woxen wood, Commanded them their fury to refraine ; For of his hands he had no government,

And if that cither to that thield had right, Ne car'd for blood in his avengement:

In equall lifts they fould the morrow next it figh But when the furious fitt was overpast, His cruel fads he often would repent;

“ Ah! deareft dame," quoth then the paynim bol Yet (wisul man) he never would forecast (haft.“ Pardon the error of enraged wight, How many mischiefs should ensue his heedlesle“ Whome great griefe n.ade forget the rainestoho

“ Of Reason's rule, to see this recreaunt knight Full many mischiefs follow cruell wrath ;

(No knight, but treachour full of faise dealpighi Abhorred bloodshed, and tumultuous frisc, “ And shaineful treason) who through guile hai Unmarly murder, and unthrifty scath,

flayn Bitter despight, with rancours rutty knife, “ The prowest knight that ever field did fight, And frotting griefc, the enemy of life :

“ Even stout Sansfoy, (O who can then refrayn All these, and many evils moe, haunt ire, “ Whose shield he bears renverst, the more to be The swelling f; lene, and frenzy raging rife,

disdain. The shaking palley, and Saint Fraunces' fre. Such one was Wrath, the last of this ungodly tire." And to augment the glorie of his grile,

“ His dearest love, the farie Fidessa, loe And after all upon the waggon beame

“ Is there poffered of the traytour vile, Rode Sathan with a smarting whip in hand, " Who reapes the harvest sowen by his foe, With which he forward laihc thc laely teme, “ Sowen in bloodie ficld, and bought with woe: So oft as Slowch fill in the mire did stand. “ That brother's hand Mall dearly well requighi Huge routs of people did about them band, “ So be, 0 Queene! you equall favour fhowc." Showting for joy, and fill before their way Him little answered th' angry Elfin Knight; A foggy mit hard covered all the land;

He never meant with words, but swords, to plea And underneath their feet all scattered lay

his right : Dead sculls and bones of men, whose life had gone attray.

But threw his gauntlet as a sacred pledg

His cause in combat the next day to try : So forth they merchen in this goodly sort,

So been they parted both, with harts on edg To take the solace of the open aire,

To be aveng'd cach on his enimy. And in freth flowring field, themselves to sport : That night they pass in ioy and iollity, Emongst the rest rode that false lady faire, Feasting and courting both in bowre and hall, The foule Duessa, next unto the chaire

For steward was excellive Gluttony, Of proud Lucifer', as one of the traine ;

That of his plenty poured forth to all : But that good knight would not so nigh repaire, Which doen, che chamberlain Slowth did to re Him selte eftravnging from their joyaunce vaine,

them call. Whofe fellowship feemd far unfiit for warlike Iwaine.

Now whenas darksome Night had all displayd XXXVIII.

Her coleblacke curtein over brightest skye, So having solaced themfelves a space,

The warlike youthes, on dayntie couches layd, With picaluunce of the breathing fields yfed, Did chace avay sweet fiecpe from Duggith cysa









To muse on means of hoped vidory :

“ From dreaded storme of his disdainfull spight : But whenas Morpheus had with leaden mace " To you th’ inhericance belongs by right Arrested all that courtly company,

“ Of brothers prayse, to you eke longes his love : Uprose Dueffa from her rcfting place,

« Let not his love, let not his restless Spright, And to the pagaim's lodging comes with silent pace: “ Be unreveng'd that calles to you above

“ From wandring Stygian shores, where it doth Whom broad awake she findes in troublous fitt,

endleffe move. Forecasting how his foe he might annoy, And him moves with speaches seeming fitt; Thereto said he, “ Faire Dame! be nought dismaid " Ah! deare Sanfioy, next dearest to Sansfoy, “ For sorrowes past; their griefe is with them "Cause of my new griefe, cause of my new ioy ;

gone : loyous to see his ymage in mine eye,

“ Ne yet of present perill be affraide, "And greevd to thinke how foe did him destroy, « Por needlese feare did never vantage none; " That was the flowre of grace and chevalrye; “ And helplesse hap it booteth not to mone, * Lo his Fidessa to thy secret faith I flye." “ Dead is Sansfoy, his vitall paines are past, XLVI.

“ Tho' greeved ghost for vengeance deep do grone: With gentle wordes he can her fayrely greet, “ He lives that shall him pay his dewties last, And bad say on the secrete of her hart;

" And guiltie elfin blood shall sacrifice in haft." Then lighing soft, “ I learn that litle sweet « Oft tempred is,” quoth she,“ with muchell smart; “ 0, but I feare the fickle freakes,” quoth fhe, " For since my brest was launcht with lovely dart “ of Fortune false, and oddes of armes in field.” * Of deare Sansfoy, I never ioyed howre, “ Why, Dame," quoch he,“ what oddes can ever “ But in eternall woe my weaker hart

bee ** Have waited, loving him with all my powre, “ Where both doc fight alike to win or yield ?" " And for his fake have felt full many an heavie “ Yea, but," quoch she," he beares a charmed fhield, ftowe.

« And eke enchaunted armes, that none can perce; XLVII.

« Ne none can wound the man that does then ** At last, when perils all I weened past,

wield.” And hop'd to reape the crop of all my care, “ Charmd or enchaunted,” answerd he then ferce, lato new woes unweeting I was cast,

I no whit reck ; ne you the like need to reherce. By this false faytor, who unworthie ware * His worthie Thield, whom he with guilefull snare “ But, fair Fidessa! sithens Fortune's guile,

Entrapped flew, and brought to shamefull grave: “ Or enimies powre, hath now.captived you, " Me filly maid away with him he bare, “ Returne from whence ye came, and rest a while, * Ånd ever since hath kept in darksome cave, “ Till morrow next that I the cife fubdew, * For that I would not yield that to Sansfoy I gave. “ And with Sansfoyes dead dowry you endew.".

“ Ay me, that is a double death,” she said, * Dust fince faire funne hath fperst that lowring " With proud soes fight my sorrow to renew : clowd,

“ Where ever yet I be, my secret aide " And to my loathed life now shews some light, “ Shall follow you." So pafling forth the him obaida

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Subdues his faithlesse fue ;
Whom false Duefla faves, and for
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Tue noble hart, that harbours virtuous thought,

Soone after comes the cruel Sarazin, And is with child of glorious great intent,

In woven maile all armed warily, Can never rest untill it forth have brought

And sternly lookcs at him, who not a pin Th' eternall brood of glorie excellent.

Does care for looke of living creature's eye. Such restlesse passion did all night torment

They bring them wines of Greece and Araby, The flaming corage of that Faery knight,

And daintie spices fetch from furthelt Ynd, Devizing how that doughtie tournament

To kindle heat of corage privily ; With greatest honour he atchieven mighe :

And in the wine a solemn oth they binde, Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning T' Observe the sacred laws of armes that are allyn light.

At last forth comes that far renowmed queene, At last the golden orientall gate

With royall pomp and princely maieste ; Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre,

She is ybrought unto a paled greene, And Phæbus fresh, as brydegrome to his mate,

And placed under stately canapee, Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawic hayre,

The warlike feates of both those knights to fees And hurld his gliftring beams through gloomy on th' other side in all mens open vew

Duessa placed is, and on a tree ayre : Which when the wakeful elfe perceiv’d, streightway Sansfoy his shield is hangd with bloody hew; He started up, and did him selfe prepayre

Both those the lawrell girlands to the victor dew In sun-bright armes and battailous array, For with that pagan proud he combatt willthat day. A fhrilling trompett fownded from on hye,

And unto battaill bad themselves addresie; And forth he comes into the commune hall,

Their shining shieldes about their wrestes theyt Where earely waite him many a gazing eye,

And burning blades about their heads doe bletie To weet what end to straunger knights may fall : The instruments of wrath and heavineffe : There many minstrales maken melody,

With greedy force each other doth assayle, To drive away the dull melancholy,

And strike fo fiercely, that they do impresse And many bardes, that to the trembling chord

Deepe dinted furrowes in the battred mayle : Can tune their tinsely voices cunningly,

The yron walles to ward their blowes are we And many chroniclers, that can record

and fraile. Old loves, and warres for ladies doen many a lord.






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Thyselfe thy message do to german deare ; The Sarazin was stout and wondrous strong, .“ Alone he wandring thee to long doth want : And heaped blowes like yron hammers great; " Goe, say his foe thy shield with his doth beare." For after blood and vengeance he did long. There with his heavie hand he high gan reare, The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat, Him to have saine; when lo a darksome clowd And dabbled strokes like dreaded thunders threat; / Upon him fell; he no where doth appeare, For all for praise and honour he did fight.

But vanisht is. The Elfe bim calls all alowd, • Both Aricken stryke, and beaten both doe beat; But answer none receives; the darknes him does That from their fields forth flieth firie light,

fhrowd. And helmets hewen deepe New marks of either's might.

In haste Dueffa from her piace arose,

And to him running fayd, “ O prowest knight So th' one for wrong, the other ftrives for right: “ That ever ladie to her love did chose, As when a gryfon seized of his pray,

“ Let now abate the terrour of your night, A dragon fiers encountreth in his flight,

“ Ana quench the flame of furious despight, Through widest ayre making his ydle way, “ And bloodie vengeance : lo h’infernall powres, That would his rightfull ravine rend away ;

Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night, With hideous horror both together (might, “ Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres: And fouce so fore, that they the heavens affray: “ The conqueft your's, I your's, the field and The wife fruthsayer, seeing to sad sight,

glory your's," Th'amazed vulgar tells of warres and mortal fight.

Not all fo satisfide, with greedy eye
So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right, He fought all round about, his thirfty blade
And each to deadly shame would drive his fue : To bath in blood of fachlese enimy,
The cruell steele so greedily doth bight

Who all that while lay hid in secret shade : in tender fleih, that streames of blood down fow, He Standes amazed how he thence should fade. With which the armes, that earst so bright did At last the trumpets triumph sound on hie, show,

And running heralds humble homage made, Into a pure vermillion now are dyde

Greeting him goodly with new victorie Great ruth in all the gazers harts did grow, And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmitie. Seeing the gored woundes to gape so wyde, That vidory they dare not wish to either side. Wherewith he gocth to that foverainc queene,

And falling her before on lowly knce, At last the paýnim chaunst to cast his eye,

To her makes present of his service seene; His suddeis eye, Alaming with wrathfull fyre, Which she accepts with thankes and goodly gree, Upon his brother's Thield, which hong thereby : Greatly advauncing his gay

chevalree : Therewith redoubled was his raging yre,

So marcheth home, and by her takes the knight, And said, “ Ah! wretched sonne of wofull syre, Whom all the people followe with great glee, * Doeft thou fit wayling by blacke Stygian lake, Shonting, and ciapping all their hands on hi cht, Whyleft here thy Thield is hangd for victor's That all the ayre it fils, and dyes to heaven bright.

hyre? And, Buggish german, doert thy forces flaks, Home is he brought, and layd in sumptuous bed, "To after-lend his foe, that him may overtake ? Where many kilfull leaches him abide

'To falve his hurts, that yot still freshly bled. "Goe, caytive Elfe! him quickly overtake, In wine and oyle they wall his woundes wide,

And soone redeeme from his long-wandring woe: And softly gan embalme on everie side ;
Goe, guiltie Ghost! to him my message make, And all the while moft heavenly melody
* That I his shield have quit from dying foe.” About the bed sweet music did divide,
Therewith upon his creat he stroke him

so, Him to beguile of griefe and agony; That cwise he reeled readie twise to fall :

And all the while Duessa wepe full bitterly. End of the doubtfull battaile deemed tho The lookers on, and lowd to him gan call (all.” As when a weary traveller, that strayes The falle Duesía, " Thine the thield, and I, and By muddy shore of broad seven-mouthed Nile,

Unweeting of the perillous wandring wayes, Soone as the Faerie heard his ladie speake, Doth meete a cruell crafcie crocodile, Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake, Which in falle griefe hyding his harmeful guile, And quickning faith, that earst was woxen wcake, Doth weepe full fore, and Meddeth tender tears; The creeping deadly cold away did shake : 'The foolish man, that pities all this while Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and ladies sake, His mourneful plight, is swallowed up unwares, Of al attonce he cast aveng'd to be,

Forgerfull of his owne that mindes another's cares. And with so' exceeding furie at him strake, That forced him to stoupe upon his knec : So wept Duessa untill eventyde, Had he not stouped so, he should have cloven bee. That shyning lampes in love's high house were light;

Then forth the rose, ne lenger would abide, And to him said, Goe now, pr ud Miscreant ! But comes unto the place where th' heathen knight













In llombring swównd nigh voyd of vitall spright, “ Or breake the chayne of strong Necessitee,
Lay cover'd with inchaunted cloud all day; “ Which fast is tyde to love's eternall seat?
Whom when the found, as she him left in plight, “ The fonnes of Day he favoureth, I fee,
To wayle his wofull case she would not stay, “ And by my ruines thinkes to make them great :
But to the easterne coast of heaven makes fpeedy " To make one great by o:hers loffe is bad excheat.

“ Yet shall they not escape so freely all, Where griefly Night, with visage deadly fad, " For fome fhall pay the price of others guilt; 'That Phæbus' chearefull face durft never rew, " And he, the man that made Sansfoy to fall, And in a foule blacke pitchy mantle clad, “ Shall with his owne blood price that he hath spilt. She findes forth coming froin het darksome mew, “ But what art thou that telst of nephews kilt ?* Where she all day did hide her hated hew. “ I, that do feeme not I, Duessa ame, Before the dore her yron charet stood,

Quoth she, “ however now in garments gilt, Already harnelled for iourney new,

" And gorgeous gold arrayd, i to thee came; And cole-blacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, “ Duesa I, the daughter of Deccipt and Shame. That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood.

Then bowing downe her aged backe, Me kist

The wicked witch, saying, " In that fayre face Who when she saw Dueffa funny bright,

« The fa!fe refeniblance of Deceipt I wilt Adornd with gold and jewels shining cleare, “ Did closely lurke; yet fo true-seeming grace She greatly grew amazed at the fight,

“ It carried, that I scarse in darksome place And th' unacquainted light began to feare, “ Could it discerne, though I the mother bee (For never did such brightness there appeare) " Of Falihood, and roote of Dueflaes race, And would have backe retyred to her cave, “ O welcome, child! whom I have longd to see, Untill the witches speach she gan to heare, " And now have feere unwares. Lo now I go Saying, “ Yet, O thou dreaded Dame ! I crave

“ with thec." “ Ab;de till I have told the message which I have.”

Then to her yron wagon she betakes, She stayd, and foorth Duessa gan proceede, And with her bcares the fowle wel-favourdwitch; “O thou moft auncient grandmother of all ! Through mirksome aire her ready way she makes : “ More old than love, whom thou at first didit Her twyfold teme (of which two blacke as pitch, « breede,

And two were brownė, yet cach to cach unlich) " Or that great house of gods cæleftiall,

Did softly swim away, ne ever stamp, [twitch; " Which was begot in Dæmogorgon's hall, Unleffe the chaunt their stubborne mouths to “ And lawft the secrets of the world unmade; Then foming tarre, their bridles they would champ, 6 Why fuffredit thou thy nephewes deare to fall And crampling the fine element would fiercely “ With Elfin Sword, most shamefully betrayde?

ramp. “ Lo where the stout Sansioy doch fleepe in deadly " thade.

So well they sped, that they be come at length

Unto the place whereas the psynim lay “ And him before I saw with bitter eyes

Devoid of outward fence and native strength, 66 The bold Sansfoy shrinck underneath his speare; Coverd with charmed cloud from vew of day, “ And now the pray of fowles in field he lyes, And light of meni, fince his late luckelesse fray. “ Nor wayld of friends, nor layd on groning beare, His cruell wounds with cruddy blood congeald “ That whylome was to me too dearely deare. They binden

so wisely as they may, “ O what of gods then boots it to be borne, And handle softly, till they can be heald: “ If old Aveugles fonnes so evill heare?

So lay him in her charest, close in night conceald, “ Or who shall not great Nightes children scorne, “ When two of three her nephews are so fowle And all the while she stood upon the ground “ forlorne?

The wakefull dogs did never cease to bay,

As giving warning of th' unwonted sound 6 Up then; up, dreary Dame, of darknes queene, With which her yron wheeles did them affray, « Go gather up the reliques of thy race,

And her darke griefly looke them much dismay. “ Or else goe them avenge, and let be leenc The messenger of death, the ghaftly owle, “ That dreaded Night in brightest day hath place, With drery shriekes did also her bewray; “ And can the children of fayre Light deface." And hungry wolves continually did howle Her feeling speaches some compassion mov'd At her abhorred face, so filthy and so fowle," In hart, and chaunge in that great mother's face: Yet pitty in her hart was never prov'd

Thence turning backe in silence soft they stole, Till then; for evermore she hated, never loved: And brought the heavy corse with caly page

To yawning gulfe of deepe Avernus hole : And said, “ Deare Daughter ! rightly may I rew By that same hole an entraunce dark and bace “ The fall of famous children borne of mee, With smoake and fulphur hiding all the place, “ And good successes which their focs ensew; Defcends to hell: there creature never past ** But who can turne the streame of Destince, That backe retourned without heavenly grace ;








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