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And ioyd to make proofe of her cruelty
And stony horrour all her sences fild On gentle dame, so hurtlesse and so trew; With dying fitt, that downe she fell for paine. Thenceforth he kept her goodly company, The knight her lightly reared up agajne, And learnd her discipline of faith and verity. And comforted with curtcous kind reliefe ;
Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen But she, all vowd unto the Red-crosse knight,
plaine His wandring perill closely did lament,
The further proceffe of her hidden griefe : Ne in this new acquaintance could delight; The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd the But her deare heart with anguish did torment, And all her wit in secret counsels spent, How to escape. At last in privy wise
Then gan the pilgrim thus; "I chaunt this day, To Satyrane se lewed her intent,
“ This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, Who, glad to gain such favour, gan devise “ To see two knights, in travell on my way, How with that penlive maid he beft might thence “ (A sorry fight) arraung'd in batteil new, arise.
“ Boch breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull
“ hew : So on a day when Satyres all were gone
My fearful flesh did tremble at their strife, To do their service to Sylvanus old,
“ To see their blades so greedily imbrew, The gentle virgin, left behinde alone,
“ That dronke with blood, yet thrifted after life : He led away with corage stout and bold.
“ What more? the Red-crosse knight was lain Tuo late it was to Satyres to be told,
“ with paynim knife.” Or ever hope recover her againe : In vain he feekes that having cannot hold. “ Ah! dearest Lord,” quoth she, “ how might So fast he carried her with carefull painc,
« that be, That they the woods are past, and come now to “ And he the stoutest knight that ever wonne ?" the plaine.
“ Ah! dearest Dame," quoth he,“ how might I The better part now of the lingring day
“ The thing that might not be, and yet was They travcild had, whenas they far espide
“ donne ?" A weary wight forwandring by the way, “ Where is,” said Satyrane," that paynim's sonne, And towards him they gan in haft to ride, “ That him of life, and us of ioy hath refte ?" To wcete of newes that did abroad betyde, “ Not far away," quoth he," he hence doth wonne, Or tidings of her Knight of the Red-crollc; “ Foreby a fountaine, where I late him left But he them spying gan to turne aside
“ Washing his bloody wounds, that through the For fearc, as teemd, or for some feigned losse :
« ftcele were cleft." More greedy they of newes fast towards him do crofle.
Therewith the knight thence marched forth in haft, XXXV.
Whiles Una, with huge heavinesse oppreft, A lilly man, in simple weeds forworne,
Could not for sorrow follow him so fast; And solid with dust of the long dried way; And foune he came, as he the place had gheft, His landales were with toilsome travell torne, Whereas that pagan proud himselfe did reft And face all tand with scorching sunny ray, In secret shadow by a fountaine side : As he had traveild many a sonimer's day
Even hc it was that erst would have supprest Through boyling sands of Arabic and Ynde, Faire Una; whom when Satyrane espide, And in his hand a lacob's fi affe, to stay
With foule reprochful words he boldly him defide; His weary limbs upon; and eke behind His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did And faid, “ Arise thou cursed miscreant, (train bind.
“ That hast with knightlesse guile and trecherous
“ Faire knighthood fowly fhamed, and doest vaunt The knight approaching nigh, of him inquerd “ That good knight of the Red-crosle to have lain: 'Tidings of warre, and of adventures new;
“ Arise, and with like treason now maintain But warres nor new adventures none he herd. Thy guilty wrong, or els thee guilty yield.” Then Una gan to aske if ought he knew,
The Sarazin this hcaring, rose amain, Or heard abroad, of that her champion trew And catching up in hast his three-square shield, That in his armour bare a croflet red.
And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the “Ay mę ! deare Dame!" quoth he,“ well may I field; “ To tell the sad sight which mine eies have red; And drawing nigh him said, “ Ah! misborn elfe, “ These eies did see that knight both living and “ In evill houre thy foes thee hither sent, “ eke ded.”
“ Another's wrongs to wreak upon thy selfe;
“ Yet ill thou blamest me for having blent That cruel word her tender hart so thrild, “ My name with guile and traiterous intent : That suddein cold did runi.e through every veine, " That Red-crolic knight, perdie, I never few;
* But had be beene where earft his armes were lent, Led with their noise, which through the aire was * Th' enchaunter vainc his errour should not rew; thrown,
(sown. * But thou his errour salt, I hope, now proven Arriv'd, wher they in erth their fruitles blood had "crew."
Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin
of his leud lufts and late attempted in, Each other bent his enemy to quell;
And lefte the doubtfull battel hastily, That with their force they perft both plate and maile, To catch her, newly offred to his eie; And made wide furrowes in their fleihes fraile, But Satyrane with strokes him turning, staid, That it would pitty any living eie :
And sternely bad him other business plic,
"O foolish Faeries fonne, what fury mad
“ Then that thou hadît repented it too late?
But that false pilgrim which that leasing told,
Being indeed old Archimage, did stay So fierly, when these knights had breathed once, In secret shadow all this to behold, They gan to fight retourne, increasing more And much reioyced in their bloody fray; Their puissant force and cruell rage attonce And when he saw the damsell passe away, With heaped Itrokes more hugely than before, He left his stond, and her pursewd apace, That with their drery wounds and bloody gore In hope to bring her to her last decay. They both deformed, scarsely could bee known. But for to tell her lamentable cace, By this fad Una, fraught with anguilh fore, And eke this battel's end, will need another place.
THE FAERY QUE EN E.
The Red-crosse knight is captive made,
What man fo wise, what earthly witt fo ware, Unkindneffe past, they gan of folace treat,
And bathe in pleasaunce of the joyous shade,
Thenceforth her waters wexed dull and flow, And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate. And all that drinke thereof do faint and feeble
grow. Hee feedes upon the cooling shade, and bayes His sweatie forchead in the breathing wynd Hereof this gentle knight unweeting was, Which through the trembling leaves full gentle And lying downe upon the fandie graile, playes,
Dronke of the streame, as cleare as christall glas : Wherein the chearefull birds of sundrie kynd Estsoones his manly forces gan to fayle, Doe chaunt tweet mufick to delight his mynd. And mightie strong was turnd to feeble frayle. The witch approching gan him sayrely greet, His chaunged powres at first themselves not felt, And with reproch of carelesnes unkind
Till crudled cold his courage gan aslayle, Upbrayd, for leaving her in place unmeet, And cheareful blood in fayntnes chill did melt, With fowle words tempring faire ; soure gall with which like a fever fit through all his bodie Swelt. hony (wect
And lightly leapt from underncath the blow : et goodly court he made ftill to his dame, Yet so exceeding was the villein's powre, ourd out in loosnesle on the grally grownd, That with the winde it did him overthrow, oth carelesse of his health and of his fame; And all his sences stoond, that ftill he lay full ill at the last he heard a dreadfull fownd,
low. Thich through the wood loud bcllowing did rcbound,
As when that divelish yron engine, wrought that all the earth for terror seemd to shake, In deepest hell, and framd by furies kill, Aud trees did tremble. Th' elle therewith a With windy nitre and quick sulphur fraught, Itownd,
And ramd with bollet rownd, ordaind to kill, Upstarted lightly from his looser make,
Conceiveth fyre, the heavens it doth fill Abd his unrcady weapons gan in hand to take. With thundring noyfe, and all the agre doth choke
That none can breath, nor fee, nor heare at will, Bat ere he could his armour on him dight, Through smouldry cloud of duskila stincking 0: get his shield, his nionstrous enimy
smoke, With furdie steps came stalking in his fight, That th' only breath him daunts who hath escapt Aa hideous geaunt, horrible and hye,
the stroke; That with his talnesse feend to threat the skye; The ground eke groned under him for dreed : So daunted when the geaunt saw the knight, His living like saw never living eye,
His heavie hand he heaved up on hye, Ne durft behold; his stature did exceed
"And him to dust thought to have battred quight, The hight of three the talles fonges of mortal! | Untill Duessa loud to him gan crye, feed.
“ O great Orgoglio! greatest under skye,
“ O hold thy inortail hand for ladies lake; The greatest Earth his uncouth mother was, “ Hold for my fake, and doe him not to dye, And bluftring Aeolus his boasted fyre,
“ But vanquisht thine eternall bondlave make, Who with his breath, which through the world “ And me thy worthy meed unto thy leman take." Hą hollow womb did secretly inspyre,
He hearkned, and did stay from further harnies, Add fild her hidden caves with stormie yre, To gayne so goodly guerdon as the spake; That the conceiv'd; and trebling the dew time So willingly she came into his armes, in which the wombes of wemen do expyre,
Who her as willingly to grace did cake, Escught forth this monstrous masse of earthly And was pot led of his new-found make : flime,
Jok the flombred sencelesse corse, Puft up with emptie wynd, and fild with sinfull And ere he could out of his swowne awake, cryme,
Him to his castle brought, with hastic forse,
And in a dongeon deepe him threw withoutremorse.
Then for to make her dreaded more of men,
Hechose, which hchad keptlong time indarksom den.
Did breed him endlesse labour to subdew,
But this same monster much more ugly was; dod cke so saiot in every ioint and vayne,
For seven great heads out of his body grew, Through that fraile fountain, which him feeble An yron breast, and back of fcaly bras, made,
(blade. And all embrewed in blood his cyes did haine as That scarsely could he weeld his bootlefie single glas. The geaent strooke so maynly mercilesse, His tayle was stretched out in wondrous length, That could have overthrowne a sony towre;
That to the hous of hevenly gods it ranght, Lad were not hevenly grace that him did blesse And with extorted powre and borrowd Itrength, He had beene pouldred all as thin as flowre : The ever-burning lamps from thence it braught, But he was wary of that deadly lowre,
And prowdly threw to ground, as things of naugh; Vouil,
And underneath his filthy feet did cread
« Then that I fcele and harbour in min hart: The wofull dwarfe, which saw his maister's fall, “ Who bath endur'd the whole can beare och part. (Whiles he had keeping of his grasing steed) “ If death it be, it is not the first wound And valiant knight become a caytive thrall, “ That launched hath my brest with bleeding smart. When all was pait, took up his forlorne weed; Pegin, and end the bitter baleful stound; His mightie armour, muling most at need; “ If lefle then that I feare, more favour I have found." His filver shield, now ille maisterleffe ; His poynant fpeare, that many made to bleed; Then gan the dwarfe the whole discourse declare ; (The rueful nioniments of heavinesse)
The subtile traines of Archimago old, And with them alldepartes, to tell his great disreffe. The wanton loves of false Fideffa fayre,
Bought with the blood of vanquifit paynima bold; He had not travaild long, when on the way The wretched payre transformed to treen mould; He wofull lady, wofull Una, met
The house of Pryde, and perilles round about ; Fast flying from the paynim's greedy pray, The combat which he with Sansoy did hould; Whileft Satyrane him from pursuit did let; l'he lucklesse conflict with the gyaunt ftout, Who when her eyes fize on the dwarf had set, Wherein captiv'd, of life or death he flood in doubt. And saw the lignes that deadly tydinges spake, She fell to ground for forrowful regret,
She heard with patience all unto the end, And lively breath her sad breast did forsake ; And frove to maister sorrowfull assay, Yet might her piteous bart be seen to pant and quake. Which greater grew the more she did contend,
And almost rent her tender hare in tway,
And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay;
Then she did love the Knight of the Red-crolle,
At last when fervent sorrow Naked was,
All as th: dwarse the way to her asfynd : “ Ye dreary instruments of doleful fight,
And evermore, in constant carefull mind, “ That doe this deadly fpectacle behold,
She fedd her wound with fresh renewed balc. “ Why doe ye lenger feed on loathed light, Long tolt with formes, and bet, with bitter wind, “ Or ! king find to gaze on earthly mould, High over hills, and lowe adowne the dale, (vale. “ Sith cruell Fates the careful threds unfoid, She wandred many a wood, and measurd many a “ The which my life and love together tyde? Ft Now let the stony dart of fencelcfle cold At last the chaunced by good hap to meet “ Perce to my hart, and pas through everie lyde, A goodly knight, faire marching by the way, 5* And let eternal night fo fad light fro ny hyde. Together with his squyre, arayed mect :
His glitterand armour Shined far away, “ O lightsome day (the lanipe of highef love, Like glauncing light of Phæbus' brightest ray; “ First made by him menswandring wayes toguyde, From top to toc no place appeared bare, 6. When darknesle he in deepest dongeon drove) That deadly dint of steele endanger may: “ Henceforth thy hated face for ever hyde,
Athwart his brett a bauldrick brave he warc, “ And shut up hearea's windowes fyning wyde; That shind, like twinkling lars, with stones most “ For earthly light can nought but sorrow breed,
[pretious rare : “ And iate repentance, which ihall long abyde. And in the midst thereof one precious stone “ Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed, (meed. Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous mights, " But feeled up with death fhall have their deadly Shape like a ladies head, exceeding shone,
Like Hesperus emong the lifler lights, Then downe, again the fell unto the ground, And frove for to amaze the weaker fights; But he hcr quickly reared: up againe :
Thereby his mortall blade full comely hong Thrise did she finke adowne in deadly swowud, In yvory iheath, yearv'd with curious flights, And thrisc he her reviv'd with burie paine. Whose hiles were burnisht gold, and handle strong At last, when Life recover'd had the rainc, Uf mother-perle, and buckled with a golden tong And over-wrestled his frong enimy, With fultring tong, and trenibling everie vaine, His haughtie helmet, horrid all with gold, * Teil on,” quoth ihre, " the woful tragedy, Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour breda 9: 12e which these sçliques iad prefene unto piile For all the creft a dragon did enfold eye.
With gredie pawes; and over all did spredd