Then up she rose, XII. and on herselfe did dight Most squalid garments, fit for such a day; And with dull countenance and with doleful spright She forth was brought in sorrowfull dismay For to receive the doome of her decay: But comming to the place, and finding there Wayting his foe, it did her dead hart cheare, XIII. Like as a tender rose in open plaine, That with untimely drought nigh withered was, There wayting for the Tyrant till it was farre day: XIV. Who came at length with proud presumpteous gate Of great defence to ward the deadly feare, XV. Of stature huge and hideous he was, Like to a giant for his monstrous hight, And did in strength most sorts of men surpas, Ne ever any found his match in might; Thereto he had great skill in single fight: His face was ugly and his countenance sterne, That could have frayd one with the very sight, And gaped like a gulfe when he did gerne ; That whether man or monster one could scarse discerne. XVI. Soone as he did within the listes appeare, With dreadfull looke he Artegall beheld, As if he would have daunted him with feare; And, grinning griesly, did against him weld His deadly weapon which in hand he held : But th' Elfin Swayne, that oft had seene like sight, Was with his ghastly count'nance nothing queld; But gan him streight to buckle to the fight, And cast his shield about to be in readie plight. XVII. The trompets sound; and they together goe The Tyrant thundred his thicke blowes so fast, Ne ought could them endure, but all they cleft or brast. XVIII. Which cruell outrage whenas Artegall Did well avize, thenceforth with warie heed He shund his strokes, where-ever they did fall, And way did give unto their gracelesse speed: As when a skilfull marriner doth reed A storme approching that doth perill threat, He will not bide the daunger of such dread,' But strikes his sayles, and vereth his main-sheat, And lends unto it leave the emptie ayre to beat. XIX. So did the Faerie Knight himselfe abeare, And stouped oft his head from shame to shield: So stoutest Knights doen oftentimes in field. And with his burdenous blowes him sore did overlade. XX. Yet whenas fit advantage he did spy, The whiles the cursed Felon high did reare His cruell hand to smite him mortally, Under his stroke he to him stepping neare Right in the flanke him strooke with deadly dreare, Thereat he brayed loud, and yelled dreadfully. XXI. Yet the huge stroke, which he before intended, And with such monstrous poise adowne descended, And twixt him and the blow his shield did cast, Which thereon seizing tooke no great effect; But, byting deepe, therein did sticke so fast That by no meanes it backe againe he forth could wrast. XXII. Long while he tug'd and strove to get it out, That he therewith the Knight drew all about: XXIII. So well he him pursew'd, that at the last XXIV. Which when the people round about him saw, Glad to be quit from that proud Tyrants awe, To faire Irena, at her feet did fall, And her adored with due humblenesse As their true Liege and Princesse naturall; And eke her Champions glorie sounded over all: XXV. Who, streight her leading with meete maiestie And to her kingdomes seat restore agayne; That in short space, whiles there with her he stayd, Not one was left that durst her once have disobayd. XXVI. During which time that he did there remayne, His studie was true Iustice how to deale, On whom he did inflict most grievous punishment. |