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Encountring fiers with fingie sword in hand, Tl;crewith the gyaunt buckled hini to fight, And twixt him and his lord did like a bulwarko luflamd with scornefull wraih and higli dildaine,

And lifting up his dreadfull club on hight,
All armd with ragged snubbes and koortie graine, The proud Duessa, full of wrathful spight
Hin thought at firit encounter to have ilaine ; And tiers disdaine, co be affronted fo,
Bul wise and wary was that noble pere,

Enfurst her purple beast with all her might,
And lightly leaping from fo monstrous naine, That Itup out of the way to overthroe,
Did fayre avoide the violence hiin nere ;

Scorning the let of so unequal foe; It booted nought to thinke such thunderbolts to But nathemore would that courageous (wayn: beure.

To her yeeld pallage, gainst his lord to goc,

Bue with owtrageous trokes did him restraine, Ne shanie he thought to fhionne so hideous mighe : And with his body bard the way utwixt them The ydle stroke, enforcing furious way,

twaine. Mising the marke of his mitaymed light, Did fall to ground, and with his heavý {way Then took the angrie witch her golden cup, So deepely dinted in the driven clay,

Which still the borc, replete with magick artes; That three yardes deepe a furrow up did throw : Death and despeyre did many thereof sup, The sad earth, wounded with fo fore aflay, And secret poyson through their inner partes; Did grone full grievous underr.eath the blow, Th' eternall bale of heavic wounded harts; And trembling with strange feare did like a: Which after charmes and some enchauntments said, earthquake show.

She lightly sprinkled o:i his weaker partes ;

Therewith his sturdie corage foone was quayd, As when almightie love, in wrathfull mood, And all his fences were with suadcin dread dismayd. To wreake the guilt of mortall fins is bent, Hurles forth his chundring dart with deadly food, So downe he fell before the cruell bcast, Enfold in flames, and fmouldring dreriment, Who on his neck his bloody clawes did seize, Through riven cloudes and molten firmament, That life nigh crusht out of his panting breft; The fiers threeforked engin making way,

No powre he had to stirre, nor will to rize. Both loftic towres and highest trees hath rent, That when the carefull knight gan well avise, And all that miglı his angry paffage Itay,

He lightly left the foe with whom he fought, And hooting in the earth cultes up a mount of And to the beast gan turne his'enterprise ; clay.

For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought,

To sec his loved fquyre into such thraldom brought His boystrous club, fo buricd in the grownd, He could not rearen up againe so light,

And high advauncing his blood-:hirstic blade, But that the knight him at advantage fownd; Stroke one of thofe defornied heads fo fore, And while he tirove his combued clubbe to quight That of his puiffsunce proud en'ample madle; Out of the earth, with blade all burning bright His monitrous fcalpe down to his teeth it tore, He smott off his left arme, which like a block And that misformed shape misfhaped more : Did fall to grouud, depriv'd of native might : A sea of blood guide from the gaping wownd, Large streames of blood out of the truncked sock That her gay garnients farnd with filthy gore, Furth gushed, like freth-water streame from tiven And overflowed all the field arownd, rock.

That over does in blood he waded on the grownd

Dismayed with so desperate deadly wound, Thereat he rored for exceeding paine,
And cke impatient of unwonted payne,

That to have heard great horror would have bred He lowdly brayd with buattly yelling lownd, And scourging th' emptie ayre with his long That all the fieldes rcbcllowed againe :

trayne, As great a noyse as when in Cymbrian plaine (Through great impatience of his grieved hed) Anlieard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, His gorgeous ryder from her loftie ted Dne for the milky mothers want complaine, Would have ca't douinc, and troud in darty myre And fill the fieldes with troublous beilowing, Mad not the gaunt tcore ter fuccuured, The insighbour woods arouad with holiow mur Who, all enrag’ with smart and frantic yre, murring

Camc hurtl.ng in full tier and forft the kui

retgre. That when his dearc Ductii heard, and saw The evil fimynd chat daungcred her elute, The force which wont in ewo to be disperst, Un'o hi- aide ite hastily did draw

In one alone left hand he new unites, Her dieadfull beaft; who, swolno wth blood of late, which is through 'rage more strong then bc:! Cameramping forth with proud presumpteous gate, were erit, And threarned all his heades like Haming brandes: With which his hilcous club a'ost he dites, Lut him the Iquire made quickly to reirati, And at his foe with furious rigor Imitos,









That frongest oake might seenie to overthrow : Which flowed from his wo unds in wondroua store The troke upon his field so heavie lites,

But foone as brcash out of his breft did pas, That to the ground it doubleth him full low. That huge great body, which the gyaunt bore, What mortall wighe could ever beare so monstrous Wis vanisht quite, and of that monstrous mas blow?

Was nothing lefce, but like an emptie blader was.

XXV. And in his fall his field, that covered was, Whose grievous fall wien false Duessa spyde, Did loose his vele by chaunce, and open flew, Her golden cup she cast unto the ground, The light whereof, chat heven's lighe did pas, And crowned mitre rudely threw asyde; Sach blazing brightnesse through the ayer threw, Such piercing griese her fíubborne hart did wound, That eye mote not the same endure to vew : That she could not endure that dolefull stound; Which when the gyaunt spyde with staring eye, But leaving all behind her, fled away; He downe let fall his arme, and soft withdrew The light-foot fquyre her quickly turnd around, His weapon huge, that heaved was on hyee And by hard meanes enforcing her to stay, For to have flain the man that on the ground did So brought unto liis lord, as his deferved pray. Iye.

The roiall virgin, which beheld from farre, Acd eke the fruitfull-hcaded beast, amazd

In pensive plight and sad perplexitie, At flashing beames of that fun-shiny shield, The whole' atchievement of this doubtfull warre, Became stark blind, and all his fences dazd, Came running fast to greet his victorie That downe he tumbled on the durtie field, With sober gladnesse and myld modestie, And seemd himselfe as conquered to yield: And with sweet ioyous cheare him thus bespake; Whom when his maitreNe proud perceiv'd to fall, “ Fayre braunch of noblefle, flowte of chevalrie! Whiles yet his feeble feet for fainenesie reeld, “ That with your worth the world amazed make, Unto the gyaunt lowdly she gan call,

“ How shall I quite the paynes ye suffer for my "O helpe, Orgoglio! helpe, or els we perish all.”

u fake? At her so pitceous cry was much amoovid “ And you, fresh hudd of verlae fpringing fuft, Her champion stout; and, for to ayde his frend, “ Whom thele fad eyes saw nigh unto death's dore, Againe his wonted angry weapon proovid, " What bath prore virgin, for such perill part, But all in vaine ; for he has redd his end

“ Wherewith you to reward? accept therefore In that bright shield, and all their forces spend My simple selfe, and service ever nore. Themselves in vaine : for since that glauncing fight " And he ihat high does sit, and all things see He hath no powre to hurt nor to defend;

“ With equall eye, their merites to restore, As where th' Almigh:ics lightning brond does “ Behold what ye this day have done for mee, light,

“ And what I cannot quire, requite with usuree. It dimmes the dazed eyen, and daunts the sences quight.

« But fith the heavens and girur faire irandeling

“ Have made you maker of the field this day, Whom when the prince, to batteill new addrest, “ Your fortune maister eke with governing, And threatning high his dreadfull stroke, did sce, “ And well begonne, end all so well, I pray, His f;arkling blade about his head he blest, « Ne let that wicked woman scape away; And (mote off quite his right leg by the knee, “ For the it is that did any lord berhrall, That downe he tombled : as an aged tree, “ My deareft lord! and deepe in dungeon lay', High growing on the top of rocky clift,

" Where he his better daye: hath wasted all. Whole har:-årings with keene Ateele nigh hewen be, “O heare how piteous, he to you for ayd does The mightie trunck, halse rent with ragged rift,

"call !" Doch roll adowne the rocks, and fall with scarefull drift.

Forthwith he gave in charge unto his squyre

That scarlet whore to keepen carefully, Or as a catic, scared high and round,

Whyies he hi:nselfe, with greedie great defyre, By subtile engi:s and malitious flight

Into the cafilc entred forcibly, Is undermined from the lowelt ground,

Where living creature none he did cfpye ; And her founda:ion fort, and feeble: quight, Then gan lie lowdly zlırough the house to call, At laft downe falles, and with her heaped hight But no man car'd to answere to his crye; Her hastie ruine does nore heavy make,

Thcie raigrid a solenne silence over all; And yields it felfe unto the victour's migh: ; Nor voice wa heard, nor wight was seene, in bowte, Such was this gyaune’s fall, that seend to shake The ftedfast globe of earth, as it for feare did quake.

At last, with creeping crooked pace forth ca ne XXIV.

Az old, old man, with beard as white as fnov, The knight then lightly icaping to the pray, That on : falle his feeblc Reps did frarne, With mortall fe l him smote againe fo fore, And guyde his wearie gate both too and iro, That heedlefie his unweldy bodie lay,

For his eye fight him fayled long ygo; All wallowd in his ownc foulc bloody gore,






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And on his arme a bounch of keyes he bore,

XXXVII. The which unused rust did overgrow :

Through everie rowme he fought, and everie bowr, Those were the keyes of every inner dore, [store. But no where could he find that wofull thrall : But he could not them ute, but kept them itill in At last he came unto an yron doore, XXXI.

That fast was lockt, but key found not at all Bu: very imcouth fight was to behold

Emongst that bounch to open it withall; How he did fashion his untoward pace;

But in the same a little grate was pight, For as he forward moov'd his footing old, Through which he sent his vayce, and lowd did call So backward still was turnd his wrincled face; With all his powre, to weet if living wight Unlike to men, who ever as they trace,

Were housed therewithin whom heenlargen might. Both feet and face one way are went to lead. This was the auncient keeper of that place, Therewith an hollow, dreary, murmuring voyce, And foster-father of the gyaunt dead;

Thefe pitreous plaintes and dolours did resound; Tlis name, Ignaro, did his nature right aread. “ 0! who is that which bringes me happy choyce

« Of death, that here lye dying every stound, His reverend heares and holy gravitee

“ Yet live perforce in baleful darknesse bound ? The knight much honord, as beseemed well, " For now three moones have changed thrice their And gently askt where all the people bee Which in that stately building wont to dwell? “ And have been thrice hid underneath the ground, Who answerd him full foft, he could not tell. " Since I the heavens chcarefull face did vew. Againe he askt where that same knight was layde, “O! welcome thou, that dost of death bring Whom grcat Orgoglio with his puissaunce fell

" tydings trew." Had made his caytive thrall? Againe he fayde He could not tell; ne ever other answere made. Which when that champion heard, with percing

Of pity deare his hart was thrilled fore, (point Then asked he which way he in might pas? And trembling horrour ran through every ioyni, He could not tell, againe he answered.

Por ruth of gentle knight so fowle forlore;
Thereat the courteous knight displeased was, Which shaking off, he rent that yron dore
And said, “ Old Syre, it seemes thou hast not red With furious force and indignation fell :
“ How ill it sts with that same silver hed

Where entred in, his foot could find no flore, « In vaine to mocke, or mockt in vain to bee; But all a decp descent, as dark as hell, “ But if thou be, as thou art pourtrahed

That breathed ever forth a filthy barefull smeh. “ With Nature's pers, in age's grave degree, “ Aread in graver wise what i demaund of thee.But neither darknesse fowle, nor filthy bands,

Nor noyous fnell, his purpose coald withhold, His answere likewise was, he could not tell. (Entire affection hateth riccr hands) Whose sencelesse speach, and doted ignorance, But that with constant zele and corage bold, Whenas the noble prince had marked well, After long paines and labors manifold, He ghest his nature by his countenance,

He found the meanes that prisoner up to reare, And calm'd his wrath with goodly temperance : Whofe fecble thighes, enhable to uphold Then to him stepping, from his armc did reache His pined corfc, him scarse to light could beare ; Thore keyes, and made himselfe free enterance. A rucfull spectacle of death and ghaftly drere. Each dore he opened without any breach : There was no barre to stop, nor foc him to empeach. His fad doli cies, deepe sunck in hollow pits,

Could not endure th'unwonted sunne to view; There all within full rich arayd he found

His barc thin cheekes for want of better bits With royall artas and resplendent gold,

And empty sides deceived of their dew, And did with store of cvety thing abound, Could make a slony hart his hap to rew; The greatest princes presence might behold; His rawboue armes, whose mighty brawned bowrs But all the floore (too filthy to be told)

Were wont to rive ftcele plates, and helmets hew, With blood of guiltlefse babes and innocents trew, Were clene consum'd, and all his vital powres Which there were Naine, as sheepe out of the fold, Decay'd, and al his flesh shrunk up like withered Defiled was, that dreadfull was to vew,

fowres. And sacred ashes over it was strowed new. XXXVI.

Whome when his lady faw, to him se ran And there beside of marble stone was built

With hafty ioy : lo see him made her glad, An altare, carv'd with cunning ymagery,

And sad to view his viage pale and wan, On which trew Christians blood was often spilt, Who carst in flowres of freshest youth was clad. And holy martyres often doen to dye,

Tho when her well of teares the wasted had, With cruell malice and strong cyranny ;

She said, “ Ah! dearest Lord! what evil starre Whose blessed sprites from underneath the stone “ On you hath frownd, and pourd his influence To God for vengeance cryde continually,

“ That of your selfe ye thus berobbed arre, [bad, And with great griefe were often heard to grone; “ And this misseeming hew your manly looks doch That harden hart would blecde to heare their pitc. " marre?

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XLVII. # But welcome now, my lord, in wele or woe, Her crafty head was altogether bald, " Whose presence I have lackt too long a day; And, as in hate of honourable eld, " And fye on fortune, mine avowed soe,

Was overgrowne with scarfe and filthy scald; * Whose wrathful wreakes themselves doe now Her teeth out of her rotten gummes were feld, « alay,

And her sowre breath abhominably smeld; « And for these wrongs shall treble penaunce pay Her dried dugs, lyke bladders lacking wind, “Of treble good : good growes of evils priefe.” Hong downe, and filthy matter from them weld; The chearlesse man, whom forrow did dismay, Her wrizled skin, as rough as maple rind, Had Do delight to treaten of his griefe;

So scabby was, that would have loath'd all woHis long endured famine needed more rcliefe.

mankind. * Faire Lady!" then said that victorious knight, Her neather parts, the shame of all her kind, " The things that grievous were to doe or beare, My chaster Muse for shame doth blush to write; * Them to renew, I wote, breeds no delight; But at her rompe she growing had behind a Bett musicke breeds delight in loathing eare : A foxes taile, with dong all fowly dight : " Bat th' only good that growes of passed feare, And eke her feete moft monstrous were in light; • Is to he wise, and ware of like agein.

For one of them was like an eagles claw, " This daics ensample hath this leffon deare With griping talaunts armd to greedy fight; * Deepe written in my heart with yron pen,

The other like a beares uneven paw. * That blife may not abide in state of mortall men. More ugly shape yet never living creature faw.

XLIX. " Henceforth, Sir Knight, take to you wonted which when the knights beheld, amaz’d they were, a ftrength,

And wondred at fo fowle deformed wight. * And maister these mishaps with patient might : “ Such then," said Una," as she seemeth here, " Loe where your foelies stretche in monitrous 6 Such is the face of Falfhood, such the fight " length;

“ Of fowle Duesla, when her borrowed light « And loe that wicked woman in your sight, “ Is laid away, and counterfesaunce knowne." * The roote of all your care and wretched plight, Thus when they had the witch disrobed quight, * Now in your powre, to let her live or die." And all her filthy feature open showne, * To doe her die," quoth Una,“ were despight, They let her goe at will, and wander waies une And fhame t'avenge so weake an enimy;

knowne. " But spoile her of her scarlot robe, and let her ily."


She flying fast from heaven's hated face, So as the bad, that witch they disaraid,

And from the world that her discovered wide, And rob'd of roiall robes, and purple pall, Fled to the waftfull wildernesse apace, And ornaments that richly were displaid ; From living eies her open Mame to hide, Ne spared they to strip her naked all :

And lurkt in rocks and caves long unespide. Then, when they had despoyld her tire and call, But that faire crew of knights, and Una faire, Sach as she was their eies might her behold, Did in that castle afterwards abide, That her misshaped parts did them appall, To reft themselves, and weary powres repaire, A loachly, wrinckled hag, ill favoured, old, Where store they found of al that dainty was and Whose secret filth good manners biddeth not be





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Who when their powres, empayrd through labours

long, With dew repast they had recured well, And that weake captive wight now wexed strong, Them lift no longer there at leisure dwell, But forward fare, as their adventures fell; But ere they parted, Una faire befought That straunger knight his name and nation tell, Least in great good, as he for her had wrought, Should dic unknown, and buried be in thankles


“ Thether the great magicien Merlin came, “ As was his use, oft-times to visit mee; “ For he had charge my discipline to frame, “ And tutor's nouriture to oversee. “ Him oft and oft I askt in privity, « Of what loines and what lignage I did spring ? " Whose aunswere bad be still affured bec, “ That I was sonne and heir unto a king, “ As Time in her iust term the truth to light

“ should bring."



“ Fair Virgin !" said the prince,“ yec me require " A thing without the compas of my witt ; « For both the lignage and thc certein fire “ From which I sprong from mee are hidden yitt; “ For all so scone as life did me admitt “ Into this world, and shewed heven's lighr, “ From mother's pap I taken was unfitt, “ And freight deliver'd io a Fary knight, • To be upbrought in gentle thewes and martiail


Well worthy Impe," said then the lady gent, “ And pupil fit for such a tutor's hand; “ But what adventure, or what high intent, “ Hath brought you hether into Fary Land, “ Arcad, Prince Arthure, crowne of martiall

“ band.” “ Full hard it is," quoth he, "to rcad aright “ The course of heavenly cause, or understand “ The secret meaning of th' eternall might, “ That rules mens waics, and rules the thoughts of

" living wight :

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