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XLVIII. “ Vile Hag," sayd Scudamour,“ why dost thou lye, " And falsly seekst a yirtuous wight to shame;" " Fond Knight," sayd she, “the thing that with
“ I saw, why should I doubt to tell the same ?”
gan thereat to triumph without victorie.
LI. “Lo, Recreant !” sayd he, “ the fruitlesse end “ Of thy vaine boast, and spoile of love misgotten, “Wherebythe name of Knight-hood thou dost shend, " And all true lovers with dishonor blotten : “ All things not rooted well will soone be rotten.” “ Fy, fy, false Knight!" then false Duessa cryde, “ Unworthy life, that love with guile hast gotten; “ Be thou, whereever thou do go or ryde, 6 Loathed of ladies all, and of all knights defyde."
LII. But Scudamour, for passing great despight, Staid not to answer; scarcely did refraine, But that in all those knights and ladies sight He for revenge had guiltlesse Glauce slaine ; But being past, he thus began amaine ; “False traitour Squire, false Squire of falsest knight, “Why doth mine hand from thine avenge abstaine, " Whose lord hath done my love this foule despight? “ Why do I not it wreake on thee now in my might?
LIII. “ Discourteous, disloyall Britomart, “ Untrue to God, and unto man uniust, “ What vengeance due can equall thy desart,
That hast with shamefull spot of sinfull lust “ Defil'd the pledge committed to thy trust? “ Let ugly shame and endlesse infamy “ Colour thy name with foule reproaches rust : “ Yet thou, false Squire, his fault shalt deare aby, “ And with thy punishment his penance shalt supply.
LIV. The aged dame him seeing so enraged, Was dead with feare; nathlesse as neede required His flaming furie sought to have assuaged, With sober words, that sufferance desired, Till time the tryall of her truth expyred, And evermore sought Britomart to cleare ; But he the more with furious rage was fyred, And thrise his hand to kill her did upreare, And thrise he drew it backe ; so did at last forbeare.
THE FAERY QUEENE.
BOOK IV. CANTO II.
Blandamour winnes false Florimell,
I. FIREBRAND of hell first tynd in Phlegeton By thousand furies, and from thence out-throwen Into this world to worke confusion, And set it all on fire by force unknowen, Is wicked Discord, whose small sparkes once blowen, None but a god or godlike man can slake; Such as was Orpheus, that when strife was growen Amongst those famous ympes of Greece, did take His silver harpe in hand, and shortly friends them
[make : Or such as that celestiall Psalmist was, That when the wicked feend his lord tormented, With heavenly notes, that did all other pas, The outrage of his furious fit relented. Such musicke is wise words with time concented, To moderate stiffe mindes disposd to strive ; Such as that prudent Romane well invented, What time his people into partes did rive, Them reconcyld againe, and to their homes did drive.
V. Which whenas Blandamour (whose fancie light Was alwaies Aitting as the wavering wind, After each beautie that appeard in sight) Beheld, eftsoones it prickt his wanton mind With sting of lust, that Reason's eye did blind, That to Sir Paridell these words he sent; “ Sir Knight, why ride ye dumpish thus behind, “ Since so good fortune doth to you present “ So fayre a spoyle, to make you joyous meriment ?"