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For on a day prickt forth with iollitee • For whether he, through fatal deepe foresight, “ Of looser life, and heat of hardinent, * Me hecher sent, for cause to me unghest,

Raunging the forest wide on courser free, 6 Or that fresh bleeding wound, which day and “ The fields, the floods, the heavens, with one “ night

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[tent, • Whilomc doch rancle in my riven brest, “ Did seeme to laugh on me, and favour mine in

With forced fury following his behelt,

Me hether brought by wayes yet never found, « Forwcaricd with my sportes, 1 did alight * You to have helpt I hold myself yet bleft.” “ From lofty steed, and downe to sleepe me layd : * Ah! courteous Knight," quoth the, “ what “ The verdant grass my couch did goodly dighi, *5 secret wound

“ And pillow was my helmett fayre displayd : * Could ever find 20 grieve the gentlest hart on “ Whiles every sence the humaur sweet embayd,

" and sonbring soft my hart did feale away,

“ Mc seened by my side a royall mayd * Dear Dame," quoth he, “ you Necping fjarkes “ Her daintie limbes full softly down cid lay ; « awake,

“ So fayre a creature yet saw dever sunny day. " Which, troubled once, into huge fames will grow;

“ Moit goodly glee and lovely blandishment « Ne ever will their fervent fury flake,

“ She to me made, and badd me love her deare; * Till living moisture into smoke do flow, “ For dearly sure her love was to me bent, " And wasted life doe lye in ashes-low.

“ As, when iuft time expired, should appeare. * Yet fithens Glence leiteneth not my fire,

“ But whether drcaines delude, or true it were, * Bu: cold it flames, and hidden it does glow, “ Was never hart so ravitht with delight; * I will revele what you so much desire. “ Ne living man like wordes did ever heare, * Ah! Love, lay down thy bow, the whites 1 “ As she to me delivered all that night [biglit. may refpyre. .

And at her parting faid, the Quecne of Faerics • It was in freshest flowre of youthly yearer, “ When I awoke, and found her place devoyd, * When corage first does creepe in manly chest; “ And nought but pressed gras where the lad

Then first that cole of kindly heat appeares * To kindlc love in every living brest;

“ ( sorrowed all so much as erst I ioy'd, * But me had warned old Timon's wise beheil, « Aod washed all her place with wairy eyen.

Those creeping flames by reason to subdew, “ From that day forth I lov'd that face divyne'; * Before their rage grew to so great unrest, “ From that day forth I cast in careful mynd, * As miserable lovers use to rew,

“ To fceke her out with labor and long tyne, " Which still wex old in woe, whiles woe fill “ And never vow to rest till her I fynd : wczeth now.

“ Nyne monthes I seek in vain, yet 'ni'll that vow

“ unbynd.” • Tha: y dle name of love, and lovers lise, " As lette of time, and vertues enimy,

Thus as he spoke, his visage wcxed pale, * I ever scorn'd, and ioyd to stirre up strife, And change of how great pasion did bewray ; « Jn middest of their mournful cragedy;

Yet still he ftrove to cloke his inward balc, « Ay wont to laugh, when them I heard to cry, And hide the smoke that did his fire display, * And blow the fire which them to ashes brent : Till gen:le Una thus to him did say: * Their God himlelse, grieved at my libertie, “ O happy Queen of Facries, that hast found, « Shott many a dart at me with fiers intcnt; “ Mongst many, one that this great prowesse may But I them warded all with wary government. “ Desend thine honour, and thy focs confownd.

« True lovers are often fown, but seldom grow * But all in vaine; no fort can be so strong,

on ground." * Ne fleshly breit can armed be so fownd,


[knight, Bat will at last be wonne with batirie long, “ Thine, O!" then said the gentle Red-crosse " Or unawares at disadvantage fownd :

“ Next to that ladies love shal be the place, Nothing is sure that growes on earthly grownd. “ O fayrest Virgin! full of heavenly light, « And who most trustcs in armc of fleshly might, " Whose wondrous faith, exceeding earthly race, & And boats in beauties chain not to be bownd, ". Was firmest fixt in nyne extremelt case. “ Doth soonest fall in disadventrous fight,

“ And you, my Lord, the patrone of my lifc, And yeeldes his caytive neck to vicours moft “ Of that grcate quecne may well gaine worthie ús despight.

grace ;

“ For cnely worthic you, through prowes priese, Ensample make of him your haplesse ioy,

(Yf living man mote worthie bc) to be her " And of my felfe now matcd, as ye fee,

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And fad remembraunce now the prince amoves With stony eyes and hartieffe hollow hew,
With fresh desire his voyage to pursew;

Aftonithe stood, as one that had aspyde
Als Una earnd her traveill to renew.

Infernall furies with their chaines untyde. Then those two knights, fast friendship for to bynd, Him yett againe, and yett again bespake And love establith each to other trew,

The gentle knight, who nought to him replyde; Gave goodly gifts, the signes of gratefull mynd, But trembling every loyat did inly quake, And eke the pledges firme, right hands together And foltring tongue at last these words seemed ioynd.

forth to take :

XXV. Prince Arthur gave a box of diamond sure, " For God's dear love, Sir Knight, do me not stay, Embowed with gold and gorgeous ornament, « For loe! he comes, he comes fast after mee." Wherein were closd few drops of liquor pure, Est looking backe would faine have runne away, Of wondrous worth, and vertue excellent, But he hini forst to stay, and tellen free That any wownd could heale incontinent. The secrete cause of his perplexitie ; Which to requitte, the Red-crosse knight him gave Yet nathemore by his bold hartie speach A booke, wherein his Saveour's testament Could his blond-frozen hart emboldned bee, Was writt with golden letters rich and brave; But through his boldnes rather feare did reach ; A worke of wondrous grace, and hable soules to Yett forft at laft, he made through silence suddein fave




Thus beene they parted; Arthur on his way
To seeke his love, and th' other for to fight
With Unaes foe that all her realme did pray.
But the now weighing the decayed plight,
And Ihrunken fynewcs of her chosen knight,
Would not a while her forward course pursew,
Ne bring him forth face of dreadful fight,
'Till he recovered had his former hew;
For him to be yet weak and wearie well she


“ And am I now in safetic sure," quoth he,
“ From him that would have forced me to dye?
“ And is the point of death now turnd fro mee,
“ That I may tell this haplessc history ?"
“ Feare nought," quoth he," no daunger now

" is nye.”
“ Then shall I you recount a ruefull cace,"
Said he, “ the which with this unlucky eye
“ I late beheld, and, had not greater grace

Me rest from it, had bene partaker of the place.


“ I lately chaunt (would I had never chaunst!)
“ With a fayre knight to keepen compante,
“ Sir Terwin highr, that well himselfe advaunft
“ In all affayres, and was both bold and free,
“ But not so happy as mote happy bee :
“ He lov'd, as was his lot, a lady gent,
* That him again lov'd in the least degree;
“ For she was proud, and of too high intent,
“ And ioyd to see her lover languish and la-
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“ From whom retourning fad and comfortlesse,
“ As on the way together we did fare,
“ We niet that villen, (God from him me blesse!)
« That cursed wight, from whom I scapt why


o leare;

So as they traveild, lo they gan espy
An armed knight towards them gallop fast,
That fcemea from some feared fue to fly,
or other griefly thing that him aghaft.
Still as he fedd his eye was backward caft,
As if his feare still followed him behynd :
Als flew his steed, as he his bandes had brast,
And with his winged heeles did tread the wynd,
As he had been a fole of Pagasus his kind.
Nigh as he drew, they might perceive his head

To be unarmd, and curld uncombed harcs
Upstaring stiffe, dismaid with uncouth dread:
Nor drop of blood in all his face appeares,
Nor life in limbe, and, to increase his feares,
(In fowle reproach of knighthood's fayre degree)
About his neck an henipen rope he weares,
That with his glíftring armes does ill agree;
But he of rope, or armes, has now no memorce.
The Red-crosse knight toward him crossed faft,
To weet what mifter wight was so disnjay'd;
There him he findes all fencelelse and aghaft,
That of himselfe he seemd to be afrayd;
Whom hardly he from flying forward stayd,
Till he these wordes to him deliver might;
" Sir Knight, arcad who hath


thus arayd, " And eke from whom make ye this hasty Might? # For never knight I saw in such misseeming

plight.” He answerd nought at all; but adding new Fearç to his first amaziment, staring wide

" A man of hell, that calls himselfe Despayre;
“ Who first us greets, and after fayre arcedes
“ Of tydinges Iraunge, and of adventures rare ;
“ So creeping close, as luake in hidden wecdes,
“ Inquireth of our ftates and of our knightly

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“ He pluckt from us all hope of dew reliefe,
" That earst us held in love of lingring life ;
" Then hoplese, hartle!Te, gan the cunning thiefe
" Perswades us dye, to stint all further strife :
“ To me he lent this rope, to him a rusty knife :





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* With which fad instrument of hafty death, * That wofull lover, loathing lenger light, His garment, nought but many ragged clouts, * A wyde way made to let forth living breath; With thornes together pind and patched was, u But I, more fearfull, or more lucky wight, The which his naked sides he wrapt abouts ; " Dismayd with that deformed dismall light, And him beside there lay upon the gras « Fledd faft away, halfe dead with dying feare; A dreary corse, whose life away did pas, · Ne yet assur'd of life by you, Sir knight, All wallowd in his own yet luke-warme blood, « Whole like infirmity like chaunce may beare; That from his wound yet welled fresh, alas! * But God you never let his charmed speaches in which a rusty knife fast fixed stood, #heare!"

And made an open passage for the gushing flood. How many a man," said he, “ with idle speach Which piteous spectacle approving trew “ Be wonne to fpoyle the castle of his healtă? The woful tale that Trevisan had told, “ I wote," quoth he,“ whom tryall late did teach Whenas the gentle Red-crofse knight did vew, * That like would not for all this worldes wealth. With firie zeale he burnt in courage bold " His fubtile tong like dropping honny mealt'h Him to avenge, before his blood were còld; • Into the hart, and searcheth every vaine, And to the villein fayd, “ Thou damned wight, ** That are one be aware, by secret stealth

“ The author of this fact we here behold, · His poure is reft, and weaknes doth remaine. " What iustice can but iudge againg thee right, * O Dever, Sir, desire to try his guilefull traine !" “ With thine owne blood to price his blood here

“ fhed in fight? « Certes," said he,“ hence shall I never rest,

XXXVIII. « Till I that treachour's art have heard and tryde : " What franticke fitt," quoth he, “ hath thus disa " And you, Sir knight, whose name more I request, " Of grace do me unto his cabin guyde.”

“ Thee, foolish man, so rash a doome to give ? * I that hight Trevisan," quoth he,“ will ryde • What iuftice ever other iudgement taught,

Againk my liking backe, to doe you grace ; « But he should die who merits not to live? “ But not for gold nor glee will I abyde

“ None els to death this man despayring drive, By you, when ye arrive in that same place, “ But his owne guiltie mind deserving death. For lever had I die then see his deadly face." “ Is then uniust to each his dew to give ?

“ Or let him die that loatheth living breath? Ere long they come where that same wicked wight " Or let him die at ease that liveth herc uneath ? His dwelling has, low in an hollow cave, Far onderneath a craggy cliff ypight,

“ Who travailes by the wearie wandring way, Darke, dolefull, dreary, like a greedy grave, “ To come unto his wished home in halte, That fill for carrion carcasses doth crave; “ And meetes a flood that doth his passage stay, On top whereof ay dwelt the ghastly owle,

“ Is not great grace to help him over past, Shricking his balefull note, which ever drave “ Or free his feet, that in the myre sticke fast? Far from that haunt all other chearefull fowle, “ Most envious man, that gricves at neighbours And all about it wandring ghostes did wayle and howle:

" And fond, that ioyeft in the woe thou haft,

“ Why wilt not let him passe that long hath stood And all about old stockes and flubs of trees,

Upon the bancke, yet wilt thy selfe not pas the Whereon nor fruit nor leafe was ever seen,

“ flood ? Did hang upon the ragged rocky knees, On which had many wretches hanged beene,

" He there does now eniny eternall rest Whole carcaffes were scattered on the greene, “ And happy case, which thou docít want and And throwne about the cliffs. Arrived there,

“ crave, That bare-head knight, for dread and dolefull

“ And further from it daily wanderest : teenc,

“ What if some little payne the passage have, Would faine have fled, ne durft approchen neare,

“ That makes frayle flesh to feare the bitter wave? Eut th' other forft him staye, and comforted in

“ Is not fort payne well borne that bringes long fears.

“ And layes the foule to sleepe in quiet grave? That darkesome cave they enter, where they find

Sleepe after toyle, port after storniic feas, That cursed man low fitting on the ground, “ Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly Mafing full fadly in his sullein mind;

please." His grielly lockes long growen and unbound, Ddordred bong about his shoulders round,

The knight much wondred at his suddein wit, And hid his face, through which his hollow eyne

And fayd, “ The termne of life is limited, Lookt deadly doll, and stared as astound;

“ Ne may a man prolong or shorten it: His raw bone cheekes, through penurie and pine, “ The souldier may not move from watchfull sted, Witte bronke into his iawes, as he did never dine « Nor leave his fand, untill his captaine bed."


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“ Who life did limit by almightie doome, “ Shall he thy sins up in his knowledge fuld, Quoth he,“ knowes beft the termes established; “ And guiltie be of thine impietie? « And he that points the centonell his roome, " Is not his law, Let every finner die, “ Doch license him depart at found of morning “ Die shall all Acih? what then mult needs be “ droome.

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" Is it not better to die willinglie, “ Is not his deed what ever thing is donne

" Then linger till the glas be all out-ronne ? « In heaven and earth? did not he all create “ Death is the end of woes: die foone, O Fare To die againe ? all ends that was begonne :

“ fonne !" “ Their times in his eternall booke of Fate « Are written sure, and have their certein date : The knight was much cnmoved with this speach, " Who then can strive with strong Necessitie, That as a sword's poynt through his hart did pers: That bolds the world in his fill-chaunging state? And in his conscience made a leerete breach, “ Or shunne the death ordaynd by Destinie? Well knowing crew all that he di l reherre, “ When houre of Death is come, let none aske And to his fresh remembraunce did reverse “ whence, rior why.

The ugly vew of his deformed crimes,

That all his manly powres it did disperse, “ The lenger life, I wote the greater fin;

As he were charined with inchaunted rimes, “ The greater fin, the greater punithment : That oftentimes he quakt, and fainted oftentimes. « All those great battels which thou boasts to win, « Through itrife, and blood-lhed, and avengement, In which amazement when the miscreaunt “ Now prayfd, hereafter deare thou shale repent; Perceived him to waver weake and fraile,

For life muft life, and blood muft blood, repay. (Whiles trembling horfor did his conscience daur “ Is not enough they evill life forespent ?

And hellish angnish did his soule assaile) ** For he that once hath missed the right way, To drive him to despaire, and quite to quaile, * The further he doth goe, the further he doth Hee fhewd him painted in a table plaine " fray.

The damned ghosts that doe in torments waile,

And thousand feends that doe them endlesse pain es Then doe no further goe, no further stray, With fire and brimstone, which for ever tha “ But here ly downc, and to thy reft betake,

remaine. “ Th' ill to prevent, that life ensewen may : « For what hath life that may it loved make, The fight whereof so thoroughly him dismaid, " And gives not rather cause it to forfake? That nought but death before his eies he law, “ Feare, sicknesse, age, loffe, labour, sorrow, strife, And ever-burning wrath before him laid, “ Payne, hunger, cold, that makes the heart to By righteous sentence of th' Almightics law.

Then gan the villein him to over-craw, “ And ever fickle Fortune, rageth rise:

And brought unto him swords, ropes, poifun, fire, “ All which, and thousands mo, do niake a loath And all that might him to perdirion draw, “ fome life.

And bad him choose what death he would desire,

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** If in true ballaunce thou wilt weigh thy state; But wlienas ripne of them he faw hini take, “ For never knight that dared warlike deed, He to him raught a dagger Marp and keen, " More lucklels dilaventures did amate;

And gave it himn in hand: his hand did quake, “Witnes the dungeon deepe wherein of late And tremble like a lease of aspin grcene, “ Thy life shut up for death so oft did call; And troubled blood through his pale face wa " And though good lucke prolonged hath thy date,

fccne “ Yet death then would the like mishaps forestall

, To come and goe with tidings from the heart, " Into the which hereafter thou maicst happen fall. As it a ronning messenger had beenc.

At last resolv'd to work his finall (mart, " Why then doeft thou, O man of fin ! dcfire Hc lifted up his hand, that backe againe did far " To draw thy dayes forth to their last degree? " Is not the meature of thy finfull hire

Which whenas Una saw, through every vaine High heaped up with huge iniquitee,

The cruddled cold ran to her well of life, “ Again it the day of wrath, to burden thee? As in a swowne ; but soone reliv'd againe, " is not enough that to this lady niild

Out of his hand the Inatcht the curfed knife, * Thou falled halt thy faith with periuree, And threw it to the ground, enraged rife, " And sold thy felfe to serve Dueffa vild,

And to him faid, “ Fie, fie, faint-hearted knight, " With whom in allabufe thou haft thy felfe defild? “ What meanest chou by this reprochfull ftrile ?

“ Is this the battaile which chou vaunft to fight " Is pot be iuft, that all this doth behold

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* Come, come away, fraile, feeble, fleeshy wight, So up he rose, and thence amounted streight. * Ne ket vaine words bewitch thy manly hart, Which when the carle beheld, and saw his guest * Ne divelish thoughts dismay thy constant spright. Would safe depart, for all his subtile fleight, * In heavenly mercies halt thou not a part? He chose an halter from among the rest, " Why Thould thou then despeirc that chosen art? And with it hong himselfe, unbid, unbleft. " Where iuftice growes ,there growes eke greater But death he could not worke himselfe thereby,

For thousand times he fo himselfe had dreft, * The which doth quench the brond of hellish Yet nathlefse it could not doe him dic, " (mart,

Till be fould die his laft, that is eternally. " And that accurst hand-writing doth deface. Arie, Sir knight, arise, and leave this cursed

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