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The Legend of Artegall, or of Justice..
THE FAERIE QUEENE.
Both Scadamour and Arthegall
Doe fight with Britomart:
And soone from her depart.
1. What equall torment to the griefe of mind And pyning anguish hid in gentle hart, That inly feeds itselfe with thoughts unkind, And nourisheth her owne consuming smart! What medicine can any leaches art Yeeld such a sore, that doth her grievance hide, And will to none her maladie impart! Such was the wound that Scudamour did gride; For which Dan Phebus selfe cannot a salve pro
vide. VOL. IV,
Who having left that restlesse House of Care,
gan abase And voide his course; at which so suddain case He wondred much: but th' other thus can say; “ Ah! gentle Scudamour, unto your grace I me submit, and you of pardon pray, That almost had against you trespassed this day."
Whereto thus Scudamour; “ Small harme it were
Certes," sayd he, “ye mote as now excuse
“ Then this, Sir Salvage Knight,” quoth he,
it for some occasion donne ? That rather seemes, sith knowen
shonne.” “ This other day," sayd he," a stranger Knight Shame and dishonour hath unto me donne; On whom I waite to wreake that foule despight, Whenever he this way shall passe by day or night.”
VI. “Shame be his meede,” quoth he, “that meaneth
shame! But what is he by whom ye
shamed were ?" "A stranger Knight,” sayd he, “unknowne by
[him dread: Hath doen to noble Knights, that many makes