The text comes from the first edition of 1590, with a few obvious errors of the press silently corrected. I’ve expanded m and n in contracted forms marked with a swung dash. The notes are my own.
THE FIRST
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Lo I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske, | once |
As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weeds,° | clothes |
Am now enforst° a far vnfitter taske, | forced to do |
For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,° | poet’s flute |
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle° deeds; | noble |
Whose prayses hauing slept in silence long, | |
Me, all too meane,° the sacred Muse areeds° | lowly — advises |
To blazon° broad emongst her learned throng: | declare |
Fierce warres and faithfull loues shall moralize my song. | |
[1.2.1] |
[Invocation of the muse] |
Helpe then, O holy Virgin chiefe of nine, | |
Thy weaker Nouice to performe thy will, | |
Lay forth out of thine euerlasting scryne | ??? |
The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still, | |
Of Faerie knights and fairest Tanaquill, | |
Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long | |
Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill, | |
That I must rue° his vndeserued wrong: | lament |
O helpe thou my weake wit,° and sharpen my dull tong. | mind |
[1.2.2] |
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And thou most dreaded impe° of highest Ioue,° | spirit — Jove (a.k.a. Jupiter or Zeus) |
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart° | arrow |
At that good knight so cunningly° didst roue, | cleverly |
That glorious fire it kindled in his hart, | |
Lay now thy deadly Heben° bow apart, | ebony |
And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde: | |
Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,° | Mars |
In loues and gentle° iollities arrayd,° | noble — arranged |
After his murdrous spoiles and bloudy rage allayd. | |
[1.2.3] |
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And with them eke,° O Goddesse heauenly bright, | also |
Mirrour of grace and Maiestie diuine, | |
Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light | |
Like Phœbus° lampe throughout the world doth shine, | the sun |
Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne,° | eyes |
And raise my thoughts too humble and too vile, | |
To thinke of that true glorious type° of thine, | image |
The argument of mine afflicted stile: | |
The which to heare, vouchsafe, O dearest dred a-while. | |
Canto I. |
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The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate. |
??? |
[1.1.1] |
[Introduction of Redcrosse] |
A Gentle° Knight was pricking° on the plaine, | noble — riding |
Ycladd° in mightie armes and siluer shielde, | dressed |
Wherein old dints° of deepe wounds did remaine, | marks |
The cruell markes of many’ a bloudy fielde; | |
Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield: | |
His angry steede did chide° his foming bitt, | reject |
As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:° | not wanting to give in to the restraint |
Full iolly° knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, | brave |
As one for knightly giusts° and fierce encounters fitt. | jousts |
[1.1.2] |
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But on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore, | |
The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, | |
For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, | |
And dead as liuing euer him ador’d: | |
Vpon his shield the like° was also scor’d,° | same — engraved |
For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had: | |
Right faithfull true he was in deede and word, | |
But of his cheere° did seeme too solemne sad; | mood |
Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.° | dreaded |
[1.1.3] |
[Queen Gloriana charged Redcrosse] |
Vpon a great aduenture he was bond, | |
That greatest Gloriana to him gaue, | |
That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond, | |
To winne him worship, and her grace to haue, | |
Which of all earthly things he most did craue; | |
And euer as he rode, his hart did earne° | yearn |
To proue° his puissance° in battell braue | test — strength |
Vpon his foe, and his new force to learne; | |
Vpon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne. | |
[1.1.4] |
[Accompanied by a lady] |
A louely Ladie rode him faire beside, | |
Vpon a lowly Asse more white then snow, | |
Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide | |
Vnder a vele, that wimpled was full low, | ??? |
And ouer all a blacke stole she did throw, | |
As one that inly mournd: so was she sad, | |
And heauie sat vpon her palfrey° slow: | horse |
Seemed in heart some hidden care she had, | |
And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad. | |
[1.1.5] |
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So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, | |
She was in life and euery vertuous lore, | |
And by descent from Royall lynage came | |
Of ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yore | |
Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore, | |
And all the world in their subiection held; | |
Till that infernall feend with foule vprore | |
Forwasted all their land, and them expeld: | |
Whom to auenge, she had this Knight from far compeld. | |
[1.1.6] |
[Rain makes them seek shelter] |
Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, | |
That lasie seemd in being euer last, | |
Or wearied with bearing of her bag | |
Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past, | |
The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast, | |
And angry Ioue° an hideous storme of raine | Jove (Jupiter or Zeus) |
Did poure into his Lemans° lap so fast, | beloved’s |
That euery wight° to shrowd it did constrain, | person |
And this faire couple eke° to shroud themselues were fain.° | also — glad |
[1.1.7] |
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Enforst° to seeke some couert° nigh° at hand, | forced — shelter — near |
A shadie groue not far away they spide, | |
That promist ayde the tempest to withstand: | |
Whose loftie trees yclad° with sommers pride, | covered |
Did spred so broad, that heauens light did hide, | |
Not perceable with power of any starre: | |
And all within were pathes and alleies wide, | |
With footing worne, and leading inward farre: | |
Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre. | |
[1.1.8] |
[Catalog of trees] |
And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, | |
Ioying° to heare the birdes sweete harmony, | enjoying |
Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred, | |
Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. | |
Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy, | |
The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall, | |
The vine-prop Elme, the Poplar neuer dry, | |
The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all, | |
The Aspine good for staues, the Cypresse funerall. | |
[1.1.9] |
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The Laurell, meed° of mightie Conquerours | reward |
And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still, | |
The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours, | |
The Eugh° obedient to the benders will, | yew |
The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill, | |
The Mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound, | |
The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill, | |
The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round, | |
The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom inward sound. | |
[1.1.10] |
[They get lost] |
Led with delight, they thus beguile the way, | |
Vntill the blustring storme is ouerblowne; | |
When weening° to returne, whence they did stray, | hoping — from where |
They cannot finde that path, which first was showne, | |
But wander too and fro in wayes vnknowne, | |
Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene, | |
That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne: | |
So many pathes, so many turnings seene, | |
That which of them to take, in diuerse doubt they been. | distracting |
[1.1.11] |
[A cave] |
At last resoluing forward still to fare, | |
Till that some end they finde or in or out, | |
That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare, | |
And like to lead the labyrinth about; | likely |
Which when by tract they hunted had throughout, | |
At length it brought them to a hollow caue, | |
Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout | |
Eftsoones dismounted from his courser braue, | soon afterwards — horse |
And to the Dwarfe a while his needlesse spere he gaue. | |
[1.1.12] |
[Lady warns Redcrosse] |
Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde, | said |
Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash prouoke: | |
The danger hid, the place vnknowne and wilde, | |
Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke, | |
And perill without show: therefore your stroke | |
Sir knight with-hold, till further triall made. | |
Ah Ladie (said he) shame were to reuoke | |
The forward footing for an hidden shade: | |
Vertue giues her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade. | |
[1.1.13] |
[Warned from Error’s den] |
Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place | |
I better wot then you, though now too late | know |
To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace, | |
Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate, | |
To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate. | before |
This is the wandring wood, this Errours den, | |
A monster vile, whom God and man does hate: | |
Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then | |
The fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place for liuing men. | |
[1.1.14] |
[Redcrosse encounters a monster] |
But full of fire and greedy hardiment, | |
The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, | anything |
But forth vnto the darksome hole he went, | |
And looked in: his glistring armor made | |
A litle glooming light, much like a shade, | |
By which he saw the vgly monster plaine, | |
Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide, | |
But th’other halfe did womans shape retaine, | |
Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine. | |
[1.1.15] |
[Error and her offspring] |
And as she lay vpon the durtie ground, | |
Her huge long taile her den all ouerspred, | |
Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound, | |
Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred | |
A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed, | |
Sucking vpon her poisonous dugs, each one | breasts (usually said of animals) |
Of sundry shapes, yet all ill fauored: | various |
Soone as that vncouth light vpon them shone, | disturbing |
Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone. | |
[1.1.16] |
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Their dam vpstart, out of her den effraide, | mother (said of animals) — frightened |
And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile | |
About her cursed head, whose folds displaid | |
Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile. | |
She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle | armor |
Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe; | properly |
For light she hated as the deadly bale, | evil |
Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine, | |
Where plaine none might her see, nor she see any plaine. | |
[1.1.17] |
[Redcrosse fights Error] |
Which when the valiant Elfe perceiu’d, he lept | |
As Lyon fierce vpon the flying pray, | fleeing prey |
And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept | cutting |
From turning backe, and forced her to stay: | |
Therewith enrag’d she loudly gan to bray, | began to cry |
And turning fierce, her speckled taile aduaunst, | advanced |
Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay: | |
Who nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst: | not at all |
The stroke down from her head vnto her shoulder glaunst. | |
[1.1.18] |
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Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd, | overcome — blow |
Yet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round, | |
And all attonce her beastly body raizd | |
With doubled forces high aboue the ground: | |
Tho wrapping vp her wrethed sterne arownd, | |
Lept fierce vpon his shield, and her huge traine | long body |
All suddenly about his body wound, | |
That hand or foot to stirre he stroue in vaine: | |
God helpe the man so wrapt in Errours endlesse traine. | long body |
[1.1.19] |
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His Lady sad to see his sore constraint, | distressing |
Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee, | show |
Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint: | |
Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee. | |
That when he heard, in great perplexitie, | anxiety |
His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine, | |
And knitting all his force got one hand free, | |
Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine, | throat |
That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine. | |
[1.1.20] |
[Error vomits books] |
Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw | |
A floud of poyson horrible and blacke, | |
Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw, | |
Which stunck so vildly, that it forst him slacke | awfully |
His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe: | |
Her vomit full of bookes and papers was, | |
With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke, | |
And creeping sought way in the weedy gras: | |
Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has. | vomit |
[1.1.21] |
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As when old father Nilus gins to swell | Nile begins |
With timely pride aboue the Aegyptian vale, | |
His fattie waues do fertile slime outwell, | |
And ouerflow each plaine and lowly dale: | |
But when his later spring gins to auale, | begins |
Huge heapes of mudd he leaues, wherein there breed | |
Ten thousand kindes of creatures, partly male | |
And partly female of his fruitfull seed; | |
Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed. | |
[1.1.22] |
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The same so sore annoyed has the knight, | badly |
That welnigh choked with the deadly stinke, | almost |
His forces faile, ne can no longer fight. | |
Whose corage when the feend perceiu’d to shrinke, | |
She poured forth out of her hellish sinke | |
Her fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small, | |
Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke, | |
Which swarming all about his legs did crall, | |
And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all. | distressingly |
[1.1.23] |
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As gentle Shepheard in sweete euen-tide, | |
When ruddy Phœbus gins to welke in west, | the sun god — begins — wane |
High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide, | |
Markes which do byte their hasty supper best; | |
A cloud of combrous gnattes do him molest, | |
All striuing to infixe their feeble stings, | |
That from their noyance he no where can rest, | |
But with his clownish hands their tender wings | |
He brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings. | |
[1.1.24] |
[Redcrosse beheads Error] |
Thus ill bestedd, and fearefull more of shame, | circumstanced (in a bad situation) |
Then of the certaine perill he stood in, | |
Halfe furious vnto his foe he came, | raving |
Resolv’d in minde all suddenly to win, | |
Or soone to lose, before he once would lin; | |
And strooke at her with more then manly force, | |
That from her body full of filthie sin | |
He raft her hatefull head without remorse; | |
A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from; her corse. | corpse |
[1.1.25] |
[Offspring drink their mother’s blood] |
Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent deare | |
They saw so rudely falling to the ground, | violently |
Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare, | |
Gathred themselues about her body round, | |
Weening their wonted entrance to haue found | hoping — usual |
At her wide mouth: but being there withstood | |
They flocked all about her bleeding wound, | |
And sucked vp their dying mothers blood, | |
Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good. | also |
[1.1.26] |
[The offspring burst] |
That detestable sight him much amazde, | |
To see th’vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst, | unnatural |
Deuoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd, | mother |
Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst, | |
Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst, | |
And bowels gushing forth: well worthy end | |
Of such as drunke her life, the which them nurst; | |
Now needeth him no lenger labour spend, | longer |
His foes haue slaine themselues, with whom he should contend. | |
[1.1.27] |
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His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farre | happened |
Approcht in hast to greet his victorie, | |
And said, Faire knight, borne vnder happy starre, | |
Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye: | |
Well worthy be you of that Armorie, | |
Wherein ye haue great glory wonne this day, | |
And proou’d your strength on a strong enimie, | tested |
Your first aduenture: many such I pray, | |
And henceforth euer wish, that like succeed it may. | likely |
[1.1.28] |
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Then mounted he vpon his Steede againe, | |
And with the Lady backward sought to wend; | go |
That path he kept, which beaten was most plaine, | |
Ne euer would to any by-way bend, | |
But still did follow one vnto the end, | |
The which at last out of the wood them brought. | |
So forward on his way (with God to frend) | |
He passed forth, and new aduenture sought; | |
Long way he trauelled, before he heard of ought. | anything |
[1.1.29] |
[They meet a hermit] |
At length they chaunst to meet vpon the way | happened |
An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad, | father — clothes — dressed |
His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray, | |
And by his belt his booke he hanging had; | |
Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad, | |
And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent, | |
Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad, | appearance |
And all the way he prayed, as he went, | |
And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent. | |
[1.1.30] |
[The hermit proposes adventures] |
He faire the knight saluted, louting low, | bowing |
Who faire him quited, as that courteous was: | repaid |
And after asked him, if he did know | |
Of straunge aduentures, which abroad did pas. | |
Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas, | |
Silly old man, that liues in hidden cell, | simple |
Bidding his beades all day for his trespas, | |
Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell? | news |
With holy father sits not with such things to mell. | be concerned with |
[1.1.31] |
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But if of daunger which hereby doth dwell, | |
And homebred euill ye desire to heare, | |
Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell, | |
That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare. | |
Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere, | |
And shall you well reward to shew the place, | show |
In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare: | person — pass |
For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace, | |
That such a cursed creature liues so long a space. | |
[1.1.32] |
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Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernesse | from here — said |
His dwelling is, by which no liuing wight | person |
May euer passe, but thorough great distresse. | |
Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night, | |
And well I wote, that of your later fight | know |
Ye all forwearied be: for what so strong, | exhausted |
But wanting rest will also want of might? | lacking — lack |
The Sunne that measures heauen all day long, | |
At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean waues emong. | feed his horses |
[1.1.33] |
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Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest, | |
And with new day new worke at once begin: | |
Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best. | |
Right well Sir knight ye haue aduised bin, | |
(Quoth then that aged man;) the way to win | said |
Is wisely to aduise: now day is spent; | used up |
Therefore with me ye may take vp your In | |
For this same night. The knight was well content: | |
So with that godly father to his home they went. | |
[1.1.34] |
[The hermitage] |
A little lowly Hermitage it was, | |
Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side, | |
Far from resort of people, that did pas | |
In trauell to and froe: a little wyde | |
There was an holy Chappell edifyde, | |
Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to say | |
His holy things each morne and euentyde: | |
Thereby a Christall streame did gently play, | |
Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway. | |
[1.1.35] |
[The hermit talks like a Catholic] |
Arriued there, the little house they fill, | |
Ne looke for entertainement, where none was: | |
Rest is their feast, and all things at their will; | |
The noblest mind the best contentment has. | |
With faire discourse the euening so they pas: | |
For that old man of pleasing wordes had store, | |
And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas; | |
He told of Saintes and Popes, and euermore | |
He strowd an Aue-Mary after and before. | Hail Mary (prayer) |
[1.1.36] |
[They sleep; hermit uses magic books] |
The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast, | |
And the sad humour loading their eye liddes, | mood |
As messenger of Morpheus on them cast | god of sleep |
Sweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes. | |
Vnto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes: | |
Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes, | |
He to his study goes, and there amiddes | |
His Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes, | various |
He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes | |
[1.1.37] |
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Then choosing out few wordes most horrible, | |
(Let none them read) thereof did verses frame, | construct |
With which and other spelles like terrible, | equally |
He bad awake blacke Plutoes griesly Dame, | told — god of the underworld — mother |
And cursed heauen, and spake reprochfull shame | |
Of highest God, the Lord of life and light; | |
A bold bad man, that dar’d to call by name | |
Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night, | |
At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight. | |
[1.1.38] |
[Hermit summons spirits] |
And forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dred | |
Legions of Sprights, the which like little flyes | spirits |
Fluttring about his euer damned hed, | |
A-waite whereto their seruice he applyes, | |
To aide his friends, or fray his enimies: | frighten |
Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo, | |
And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes; | |
The one of them he gaue a message too, | |
The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo. | |
[1.1.39] |
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He making speedy way through spersed ayre, | |
And through the world of waters wide and deepe, | |
To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. | god of sleep — go back |
Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, | |
And low, where dawning day doth neuer peepe, | |
His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed | ocean goddess |
Doth euer wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe | |
In siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed, | |
Whiles sad Night ouer him her mantle black doth spred | |
[1.1.40] |
[Two gates] |
Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, | tight |
The one faire fram’d of burnisht Yuory, | |
The other all with siluer ouercast; | |
And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye, | |
Watching to banish Care their enimy, | |
Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. | |
By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, | |
And vnto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe | god of sleep |
In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe. | |
[1.1.41] |
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And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, | |
A trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downe | |
And euer-drizling raine vpon the loft, | |
Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne | sound |
Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne: | fainting spell |
No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, | |
As still are wont t’annoy the walled towne, | |
Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, | |
Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes. | |
[1.1.42] |
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The messenger approching to him spake, | |
But his wast wordes returnd to him in vaine: | |
So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake. | nothing — might |
Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with paine, | violently |
Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe | began |
Shooke him so hard, that forced him to speake. | |
As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine | |
Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weake, | |
He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake. | |
[1.1.43] |
[Message from Archimago] |
The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake, | began |
And threatned vnto him the dreaded name | |
Of Hecate: whereat he gan to quake, | goddess of witchcraft — began |
And lifting vp his lompish head, with blame | |
Halfe angry asked him, for what he came. | |
Hither (quoth he) me Archimago sent, | to here |
He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame, | |
He bids thee to him send for his intent | |
A fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent. | |
[1.1.44] |
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The God obayde, and calling forth straight way | |
A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke, | |
Deliuered it to him, and downe did lay | |
His heauie head, deuoide of carefull carke, | anxiety |
Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke. | rigid |
He backe returning by the Yuorie dore, | |
Remounted vp as light as chearefull Larke, | |
And on his litle winges the dreame he bore | |
In hast vnto his Lord, where he him left afore. | |
[1.1.45] |
[Archimago forms a woman] |
Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes, | techniques |
Had made a Lady of that other Spright, | spirit |
And fram’d of liquid ayre her tender partes | |
So liuely, and so like in all mens sight, | similar |
That weaker sence it could haue rauisht quight: | entirely overpowered |
The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt, | |
Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight: | almost deceived |
Her all in white he clad, and ouer it | |
Cast a blacke stole, most like to seeme for Vna fit. | likely — appropriate |
[1.1.46] |
[She imitates Una] |
Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought, | |
Vnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly, | enchanted — told |
Where he slept soundly void of euill thought, | |
And with false shewes abuse his fantasy, | appearances — imagination |
In sort as he him schooled priuily: | privately |
And that new creature borne without her dew, | |
Full of the makers guile, with vsage sly | |
He taught to imitate that Lady trew, | |
Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew. | appearance — pretended |
[1.1.47] |
[She tries to seduce Redcrosse] |
Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast, | hurry |
And comming where the knight in slomber lay, | |
The one vpon his hardy head him plast, | placed |
And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play, | |
That nigh his manly hart did melt away, | almost |
Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy: | |
Then seemed him his Lady by him lay, | it seemed to him |
And to him playnd, how that false winged boy, | complained — (Cupid) |
Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy. | |
[1.1.48] |
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And she her selfe of beautie soueraigne Queene, | |
Faire Venus seemde vnto his bed to bring | |
Her, whom he waking euermore did weene, | hope for |
To be the chastest flowre, that ay did spring | |
On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king, | |
Now a loose Leman to vile seruice bound: | woman |
And eke the Graces seemed all to sing, | also |
Hymen iõ Hymen, dauncing all around, | |
Whilst freshest Flora her with Yuie girlond crownd. | |
[1.1.49] |
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In this great passion of vnwonted lust, | unfamiliar |
Or wonted feare of doing ought amis, | usual — anything wrong |
He started vp, as seeming to mistrust, | |
Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his: | |
Lo there before his face his Lady is, | |
Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted hooke, | |
And as halfe blushing offred him to kis, | |
With gentle blandishment and louely looke, | |
Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took. | |
[1.1.50] |
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All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight, | disturbing |
And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise, | |
He thought haue slaine her in his fierce despight: | |
But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise, | |
He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe aduise | began to |
To proue his sense, and tempt her faigned truth. | test |
Wringing her hands in wemens pitteous wise, | |
Tho can she weepe, to stirre vp gentle ruth, | |
Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth. | |
[1.1.51] |
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And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my loue, | |
Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate, | |
And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue, | |
Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate, | |
For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate? | |
Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die. | |
Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched state | |
You, whom my hard auenging destinie | |
Hath made iudge of my life or death indifferently. | |
[1.1.52] |
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Your owne deare sake forst me at first to leaue | |
My Fathers kingdome, — There she stopt with teares; | |
Her swollen hart her speach seemd to bereaue, | |
And then againe begun, My weaker yeares | |
Captiu’d to fortune and frayle worldly feares, | |
Fly to your faith for succour and sure ayde: | |
Let me not dye in languor and long teares. | |
Why Dame (quoth he) what hath ye thus dismayd? | |
What frayes ye, that were wont to comfort me affrayd? | frightens |
[1.1.53] |
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Loue of your selfe, she said, and deare constraint | |
Lets me not sleepe, but wast the wearie night | |
In secret anguish and vnpittied plaint, | |
Whiles you in carelesse sleepe are drowned quight. | |
Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight | |
Suspect her truth: yet since no’ vntruth he knew, | |
Her fawning loue with foule disdainefull spight | |
He would not shend, but said, Deare dame I rew, | |
That for my sake vnknowne such griefe vnto you grew. | |
[1.1.54] |
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Assure your selfe, it fell not all to ground; | |
For all so deare as life is to my hart, | |
I deeme your loue, and hold me to you bound; | |
Ne let vaine feares procure your needlesse smart, | pain |
Where cause is none, but to your rest depart. | |
Not all content, yet seemd she to appease | |
Her mournefull plaintes, beguiled of her art, | |
And fed with words, that could not chuse but please, | |
So slyding softly forth, she turnd as to her ease. | |
[1.1.55] |
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Long after lay he musing at her mood, | |
Much grieu’d to thinke that gentle Dame so light, | |
For whose defence he was to shed his blood. | |
At last dull wearinesse of former fight | |
Hauing yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright, | irritating spirit |
That troublous dreame gan freshly tosse his braine, | began to |
With bowres, and beds, and Ladies deare delight: | |
But when he saw his labour all was vaine, | |
With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe. | spirits |
Canto II |
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The guilefull great Enchaunter parts The Redcrosse Knight from Truth: Into whose stead faire falshood steps, And workes him wofull ruth. |
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[1.2.1] |
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By this the Northerne wagoner had set | |
His seuenfold teme behind the stedfast starre, | unmoving |
That was in Ocean waues yet neuer wet, | |
But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre | |
To all, that in the wide deepe wandring arre: | |
And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill | |
Had warned once, that Phœbus fiery carre | chariot |
In hast was climbing vp the Easterne hill, | |
Full enuious that night so long his roome did fill. | |
[1.2.2] |
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When those accursed messengers of hell, | |
That feigning dreame, and that faire-forged Spright | pretending — spirit |
Came to their wicked maister, and gan tell | began to |
Their bootelesse paines, and ill succeeding night: | pointless |
Who all in rage to see his skilfull might | |
Deluded so, gan threaten hellish paine | began to |
And sad Proserpines wrath, them to affright. | |
But when he saw his threatning was but vaine, | |
He cast about, and searcht his balefull bookes againe. | wicked |
[1.2.3] |
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Eftsoones he tooke that miscreated faire, | soon afterwards |
And that false other Spright, on whom he spred | spirit |
A seeming body of the subtile aire, | |
Like a young Squire, in loues and lusty-hed | lust |
His wanton dayes that euer loosely led, | |
Without regard of armes and dreaded fight: | |
Those two he tooke, and in a secret bed, | |
Couered with darknesse and misdeeming night, | |
Them both together laid, to ioy in vaine delight. | |
[1.2.4] |
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Forthwith he runnes with feigned faithfull hast | pretended |
Vnto his guest, who after troublous sights | |
And dreames, gan now to take more sound repast, | began — food |
Whom suddenly he wakes with fearefull frights, | |
As one aghast with feends or damned sprights, | spirits |
And to him cals, Rise rise vnhappy Swaine, | |
That here wex old in sleepe, whiles wicked wights | grew — person |
Haue knit themselues in Venus shamefull chaine; | |
Come see, where your false Lady doth her honour staine. | |
[1.2.5] |
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All in amaze he suddenly vp start | |
With sword in hand, and with the old man went; | |
Who soone him brought into a secret part, | |
Where that false couple were full closely ment | mingling |
In wanton lust and lewd embracement: | |
Which when he saw, he burnt with gealous fire, | |
The eye of reason was with rage yblent, | blended |
And would haue slaine them in his furious ire, | |
But hardly was restreined of that aged sire. | father |
[1.2.6] |
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Returning to his bed in torment great, | |
And bitter anguish of his guiltie sight, | |
He could not rest, but did his stout heart eat, | |
And wast his inward gall with deepe despight, | |
Yrkesome of life, and too long lingring night. | |
At last faire Hesperus in highest skie | |
Had spent his lampe, and brought forth dawning light, | used up |
Then vp he rose, and clad him hastily; | |
The Dwarfe him brought his steed: so both away do fly. | |
[1.2.7] |
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Now when the rosy-fingred Morning faire, | |
Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed, | |
Had spred her purple robe through deawy aire, | |
And the high hils Titan discouered, | |
The royall virgin shooke off drowsy-hed, | drowsiness |
And rising forth out of her baser bowre, | |
Lookt for her knight, who far away was fled, | |
And for her Dwarfe, that wont to wait each houre; | |
Then gan she waile and weepe, to see that woefull stowre. | began to |
[1.2.8] |
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And after him she rode with so much speede | |
As her slow beast could make; but all in vaine: | |
For him so far had borne his light-foot steede, | |
Pricked with wrath and fiery fierce disdaine, | |
That him to follow was but fruitlesse paine; | |
Yet she her weary limbes would neuer rest, | |
But euery hill and dale, each wood and plaine | |
Did search, sore grieued in her gentle brest, | painfully |
He so vngently left her, whom she loued best. | |
[1.2.9] |
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But subtill Archimago, when his guests | |
He saw diuided into double parts, | |
And Vna wandring in woods and forrests, | |
Th’end of his drift, he praisd his diuelish arts, | |
That had such might ouer true meaning harts; | |
Yet rests not so, but other meanes doth make, | |
How he may worke vnto her further smarts: | pains |
For her he hated as the hissing snake, | |
And in her many troubles did most pleasure take. | |
[1.2.10] |
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He then deuisde himselfe how to disguise; | planned |
For by his mightie science he could take | knowledge |
As many formes and shapes in seeming wise, | |
As euer Proteus to himselfe could make: | |
Sometime a fowle, sometime a fish in lake, | |
Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell, | terrible |
That of himselfe he oft for feare would quake, | |
And oft would flie away. O who can tell | |
The hidden power of herbes, and might of Magicke spell? | |
[1.2.11] |
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But now seemde best, the person to put on | |
Of that good knight, his late beguiled guest: | recently — deceived |
In mighty armes he was yclad anon, | dressed |
And siluer shield vpon his coward brest | |
A bloudy crosse, and on his crauen crest | |
A bounch of haires discolourd diuersly: | variously |
Full iolly knight he seemde, and well addrest, | |
And when he sate vpon his courser free, | |
Saint George himself ye would haue deemed him to be. | |
[1.2.12] |
[Sans Foy] |
But he the knight, whose semblaunt he did beare, | |
The true Saint George was wandred far away, | |
Still flying from his thoughts and gealous feare; | |
Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray. | |
At last him chaunst to meete vpon the way | happened |
A faithlesse Sarazin all arm’d to point, | Muslim |
In whose great shield was writ with letters gay | |
Sans foy: full large of limbe and euery ioint | foy = faith |
He was, and cared not for God or man a point. | at all |
[1.2.13] |
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He had a faire companion of his way, | |
A goodly Lady clad in scarlot red, | |
Purfled with gold and pearle of rich assay, | |
And like a Persian mitre on her hed | |
She wore, with crownes and owches garnished, | |
The which her lauish louers to her gaue; | |
Her wanton palfrey all was ouerspred | uncontrollable horse |
With tinsell trappings, wouen like a waue, | |
Whose bridle rung with golden bels and bosses braue. | beautiful metal studs |
[1.2.14] |
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With faire disport and courting dalliaunce | flirting |
She intertainde her louer all the way: | |
But when she saw the knight his speare aduaunce, | |
She soone left off her mirth and wanton play, | |
And bad her knight addresse him to the fray: | told — disturbance |
His foe was nigh at hand. He prickt with pride | near |
And hope to winne his Ladies heart that day, | |
Forth spurred fast: adowne his coursers side | |
The red bloud trickling staind the way, as he did ride. | |
[1.2.15] |
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The knight of the Redcrosse when him he spide, | |
Spurring so hote with rage dispiteous, | |
Gan fairely couch his speare, and towards ride: | |
Soone meete they both, both fell and furious, | savage |
That daunted with their forces hideous, | overcome |
Their steeds do stagger, and amazed stand, | |
And eke themselues too rudely rigorous, | also — roughly |
Astonied with the stroke of their owne hand, | paralyzed |
Do backe rebut, and each to other yeeldeth land. | |
[1.2.16] |
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As when two rams stird with ambitious pride, | |
Fight for the rule of the rich fleeced flocke, | |
Their horned fronts so fierce on either side | |
Do meete, that with the terrour of the shocke | |
Astonied both, stand sencelesse as a blocke, | paralyzed |
Forgetfull of the hanging victory: | unaccomplished |
So stood these twaine, vnmoued as a rocke, | two |
Both staring fierce, and holding idely | |
The broken reliques of their former cruelty. | |
[1.2.17] |
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The Sarazin sore daunted with the buffe | Muslim — painfully — overcome — blow |
Snatcheth his sword, and fiercely to him flies; | |
Who well it wards, and quyteth cuff with cuff: | repays |
Each others equall puissaunce enuies, | |
And through their iron sides with cruell spies | |
Does seeke to perce: repining courage yields | |
No foote to foe. The flashing fier flies | |
As from a forge out of their burning shields, | |
And streames of purple bloud new dies the verdant fields. | |
[1.2.18] |
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Curse on that Crosse (quoth then the Sarazin) | Muslim |
That keepes thy body from the bitter fit; | |
Dead long ygoe I wote thou haddest bin, | ago |
Had not that charme from thee forwarned it: | |
But yet I warne thee now assured sitt, | |
And hide thy head. Therewith vpon his crest | |
With rigour so outrageous he smitt, | struck |
That a large share it hewd out of the rest, | hacked |
And glauncing downe his shield, from blame him fairely blest. | |
[1.2.19] |
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Who thereat wondrous wroth, the sleeping spark | angry |
Of natiue vertue gan eftsoones reuiue, | power — began — soon |
And at his haughtie helmet making mark, | |
So hugely stroke, that it the steele did riue, | split |
And cleft his head. He tumbling downe aliue, | cut in half |
With bloudy mouth his mother earth did kis, | |
Greeting his graue: his grudging ghost did striue | |
With the fraile flesh; at last it flitted is, | |
Whither the soules do fly of men, that liue amis. | from where — badly |
[1.2.20] |
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The Lady when she saw her champion fall, | |
Like the old ruines of a broken towre, | |
Staid not to waile his woefull funerall, | |
But from him fled away with all her powre; | |
Who after her as hastily gan scowre, | began |
Bidding the Dwarfe with him to bring away | |
The Sarazins shield, signe of the conqueroure. | Muslim |
Her soone he ouertooke, and bad to stay, | told |
For present cause was none of dread her to dismay. | |
[1.2.21] |
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She turning backe with ruefull countenaunce, | |
Cride, Mercy mercy Sir vouchsafe to show | |
On silly Dame, subiect to hard mischaunce, | simple — misfortune |
And to your mighty will. Her humblesse low | |
In so ritch weedes and seeming glorious show, | clothes |
Did much emmoue his stout heroicke heart, | |
And said, Deare dame, your suddein ouerthrow | |
Much rueth me; but now put feare apart, | |
And tell, both who ye be, and who that tooke your part. | |
[1.2.22] |
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Melting in teares, then gan she thus lament; | began to |
The wretched woman, whom vnhappy howre | |
Hath now made thrall to your commandement, | slave |
Before that angry heauens list to lowre, | |
And fortune false betraide me to your powre, | |
Was, (O what now auaileth that I was!) | |
Borne the sole daughter of an Emperour, | |
He that the wide West vnder his rule has, | |
And high hath set his throne, where Tiberis doth pas. | |
[1.2.23] |
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He in the first flowre of my freshest age, | |
Betrothed me vnto the onely haire | |
Of a most mighty king, most rich and sage; | |
Was neuer Prince so faithfull and so faire, | |
Was neuer Prince so meeke and debonaire; | |
But ere my hoped day of spousall shone, | before — marriage |
My dearest Lord fell from high honours staire, | |
Into the hands of his accursed fone, | |
And cruelly was slaine, that shall I euer mone. | |
[1.2.24] |
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His blessed body spoild of liuely breath, | |
Was afterward, I know not how, conuaid | |
And fro me hid: of whose most innocent death | |
When tidings came to me vnhappy maid, | |
O how great sorrow my sad soule assaid. | |
Then forth I went his woefull corse to find, | corpse |
And many yeares throughout the world I straid, | |
A virgin widow, whose deepe wounded mind | |
With loue, long time did languish as the striken hind. | |
[1.2.25] |
[Sans Joy] |
At last it chaunced this proud Sarazin | happened — Muslim |
To meete me wandring, who perforce me led | |
With him away, but yet could neuer win | |
The Fort, that Ladies hold in soueraigne dread. | |
There lies he now with foule dishonour dead, | |
Who whiles he liu’de, was called proud Sans foy, | |
The eldest of three brethren, all three bred | |
Of one bad sire, whose youngest is Sans ioy, | father |
And twixt them both was borne the bloudy bold Sans loy. | between |
[1.2.26] |
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In this sad plight, friendlesse, vnfortunate, | situation |
Now miserable I Fidessa dwell, | |
Crauing of you in pitty of my state, | |
To do none ill, if please ye not do well. | |
He in great passion all this while did dwell, | |
More busying his quicke eyes, her face to view, | lively |
Then his dull eares, to heare what she did tell; | |
And said, Faire Lady hart of flint would rew | |
The vndeserued woes and sorrowes, which ye shew. | show |
[1.2.27] |
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Henceforth in safe assuraunce may ye rest, | |
Hauing both found a new friend you to aid, | |
And lost an old foe, that did you molest: | |
Better new friend then an old foe is said. | |
With chaunge of cheare the seeming simple maid | |
Let fall her eyen, as shamefast to the earth, | eyes — bashful |
And yeelding soft, in that she nought gain-said, | nothing — denied |
So forth they rode, he feining seemely merth, | appropriate |
And she coy lookes: so dainty they say maketh derth. | |
[1.2.28] |
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Long time they thus together traueiled, | |
Till weary of their way, they came at last, | |
Where grew two goodly trees, that faire did spred | |
Their armes abroad, with gray mosse ouercast, | |
And their greene leaues trembling with euery blast, | |
Made a calme shadow far in compasse round: | |
The fearefull Shepheard often there aghast | |
Vnder them neuer sat, ne wont there sound | |
His mery oaten pipe, but shund th’vnlucky ground. | |
[1.2.29] |
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But this good knight soone as he them can spie, | |
For the coole shade him thither hastly got: | to there |
For golden Phœbus now ymounted hie, | |
From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot | |
Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot, | |
That liuing creature mote it not abide; | might not tolerate it |
And his new Lady it endured not. | |
There they alight, in hope themselues to hide | got down |
From the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs a tide. | |
[1.2.30] |
[A bleeding tree, Fradubio] |
Faire seemely pleasaunce each to other makes, | appropriate |
With goodly purposes there as they sit: | |
And in his falsed fancy he her takes | imagination |
To be the fairest wight, that liued yit; | person |
Which to expresse, he bends his gentle wit, | mind |
And thinking of those braunches greene to frame | put together |
A girlond for her dainty forehead fit, | garland |
He pluckt a bough; out of whose rift there came | |
Small drops of gory bloud, that trickled downe the same. | |
[1.2.31] |
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Therewith a piteous yelling voyce was heard, | |
Crying, O spare with guilty hands to teare | |
My tender sides in this rough rynd embard, | |
But fly, ah fly far hence away, for feare | flee — from here |
Least to you hap, that happened to me heare, | |
And to this wretched Lady, my deare loue, | |
O too deare loue, loue bought with death too deare. | |
Astond he stood, and vp his haire did houe, | amazed — move |
And with that suddein horror could no member moue. | part of the body |
[1.2.32] |
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At last whenas the dreadfull passion | |
Was ouerpast, and manhood well awake, | |
Yet musing at the straunge occasion, | |
And doubting much his sence, he thus bespake; | |
What voyce of damned Ghost from Limbo lake, | |
Or guilefull spright wandring in empty aire, | deceitful — spirit |
Both which fraile men do oftentimes mistake, | |
Sends to my doubtfull eares these speaches rare, | |
And ruefull plaints, me bidding guiltlesse bloud to spare? | |
[1.2.33] |
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Then groning deepe, Nor damned Ghost, (quoth he,) | |
Nor guilefull sprite, to thee these wordes doth speake, | |
But once a man Fradubio, now a tree, | fra = brother; dubio = doubt |
Wretched man, wretched tree; whose nature weake, | |
A cruell witch her cursed will to wreake, | |
Hath thus transformd, and plast in open plaines, | |
Where Boreas doth blow full bitter bleake, | north wind |
And scorching Sunne does dry my secret vaines: | |
For though a tree I seeme, yet cold and heat me paines. | hurt me |
[1.2.34] |
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Say on Fradubio then, or man, or tree, | |
Quoth then the knight, by whose mischieuous arts | techniques |
Art thou misshaped thus, as now I see? | |
He oft finds med’cine, who his griefe imparts; | |
But double griefs afflict concealing harts, | |
As raging flames who striueth to suppresse. | |
The author then (said he) of all my smarts, | pains |
Is one Duessa a false sorceresse, | |
That many errant knights hath brought to wretchednesse. | wandering |
[1.2.35] |
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In prime of youthly yeares, when corage hot | |
The fire of loue and ioy of cheualree | |
First kindled in my brest, it was my lot | fate |
To loue this gentle Lady, whom ye see, | |
Now not a Lady, but a seeming tree; | |
With whom as once I rode accompanyde, | |
Me chaunced of a knight encountred bee, | happened |
That had a like faire Lady by his syde, | equally |
Like a faire Lady, but did fowle Duessa hyde. | |
[1.2.36] |
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Whose forged beauty he did take in hand, | |
All other Dames to haue exceeded farre; | |
I in defence of mine did likewise stand, | |
Mine, that did then shine as the Morning starre: | |
So both to battell fierce arraunged arre, | |
In which his harder fortune was to fall | |
Vnder my speare: such is the dye of warre: | |
His Lady left as a prise martiall, | |
Did yield her comely person, to be at my call. | |
[1.2.37] |
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So doubly lou’d of Ladies vnlike faire, | |
Th’one seeming such, the other such indeede, | |
One day in doubt I cast for to compare, | |
Whether in beauties glorie did exceede; | |
A Rosy girlond was the victors meede: | garland — reward |
Both seemde to win, and both seemde won to bee, | |
So hard the discord was to be agreede. | |
Frælissa was as faire, as faire mote bee, | [Frælissa = weakness] |
And euer false Duessa seemde as faire as shee. | |
[1.2.38] |
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The wicked witch now seeing all this while | |
The doubtfull ballaunce equally to sway, | |
What not by right, she cast to win by guile, | |
And by her hellish science raisd streightway | knowledge |
A foggy mist, that ouercast the day, | |
And a dull blast, that breathing on her face, | |
Dimmed her former beauties shining ray, | |
And with foule vgly forme did her disgrace: | |
Then was she faire alone, when none was faire in place. | |
[1.2.39] |
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Then cride she out, Fye, fye, deformed wight, | person |
Whose borrowed beautie now appeareth plaine | |
To haue before bewitched all mens sight; | |
O leaue her soone, or let her soone be slaine. | |
Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine, | face |
Eftsoones I thought her such, as she me told, | soon afterwards |
And would haue kild her; but with faigned paine, | |
The false witch did my wrathfull hand with-hold; | |
So left her, where she now is turnd to treen mould. | |
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Thensforth I tooke Duessa for my Dame, | |
And in the witch vnweeting ioyd long time, | unaware |
Ne euer wist, but that she was the same, | knew |
Till on a day (that day is euery Prime, | |
When Witches wont do penance for their crime) | |
I chaunst to see her in her proper hew, | happened — appearance |
Bathing her selfe in origane and thyme: | |
A filthy foule old woman I did vew, | |
That euer to haue toucht her, I did deadly rew. | |
[1.2.41] |
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Her neather partes misshapen, monstruous, | |
Were hidd in water, that I could not see, | |
But they did seeme more foule and hideous, | |
Then womans shape man would beleeue to bee. | |
Thensforth from her most beastly companie | |
I gan refraine, in minde to slip away, | began to |
Soone as appeard safe opportunitie: | |
For danger great, if not assur’d decay | |
I saw before mine eyes, if I were knowne to stray. | |
[1.2.42] |
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The diuelish hag by chaunges of my cheare | |
Perceiu’d my thought, and drownd in sleepie night, | |
With wicked herbes and ointments did besmeare | |
My bodie all, through charmes and magicke might, | |
That all my senses were bereaued quight: | |
Then brought she me into this desert waste, | |
And by my wretched louers side me pight, | |
Where now enclosd in wooden wals full faste, | tight |
Banisht from liuing wights, our wearie dayes we waste. | people |
[1.2.43] |
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But how long time, said then the Elfin knight, | enchanted |
Are you in this misformed house to dwell? | |
We may not chaunge (quoth he) this euil plight, | situation |
Till we be bathed in a liuing well; | |
That is the terme prescribed by the spell. | |
O how, said he, mote I that well out find, | |
That may restore you to your wonted well? | usual |
Time and suffised fates to former kynd | |
Shall vs restore, none else from hence may vs vnbynd. | here |
[1.2.44] |
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The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight, | called |
Heard how in vaine Fradubio did lament, | |
And knew well all was true. But the good knight | |
Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment, | |
When all this speech the liuing tree had spent, | used up |
The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground, | |
That from the bloud he might be innocent, | |
And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound: | |
Then turning to his Lady, dead with feare her found. | |
[1.2.45] |
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Her seeming dead he found with feigned feare, | pretended |
As all vnweeting of that well she knew, | unaware |
And paynd himselfe with busie care to reare | |
Her out of carelesse swowne. Her eylids blew | |
And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew | |
At last she vp gan lift: with trembling cheare | began to |
Her vp he tooke, too simple and too trew, | |
And oft her kist. At length all passed feare, | |
He set her on her steede, and forward forth did beare. | |
Canto III. |
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Forsaken Truth long seekes her loue, And makes the Lyon mylde, Marres blind Deuotions mart, and fals In hand of leachour vylde. |
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Nought there vnder heau’ns wilde hollownesse, | nothing |
That moues more deare compassion of mind, | |
Then beautie brought t’vnworthy wretchednesse | |
Through enuies snares or fortunes freakes vnkind: | unnatural whims |
I, whether lately through her brightnesse blind, | |
Or through alleageance and fast fealtie, | firm faithfulness |
Which I do owe vnto all woman kind, | |
Feele my heart perst with so great agonie, | |
When such I see, that all for pittie I could die. | |
[1.3.2] |
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And now it is empassioned so deepe, | |
For fairest Vnaes sake, of whom I sing, | |
That my fraile eyes these lines with teares do steepe, | |
To thinke how she through guilefull handeling, | |
Though true as touch, though daughter of a king, | |
Though faire as euer liuing wight was faire, | person |
Though nor in word nor deede ill meriting, | |
Is from her knight diuorced in despaire | |
And her due loues deriu’d to that vile witches share. | |
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Yet she most faithfull Ladie all this while | |
Forsaken, wofull, solitarie mayd | abandoned |
Farre from all peoples prease, as in exile, | |
In wildernesse and wastfull deserts strayd, | |
To seeke her knight; who subtilly betrayd | |
Through that late vision, which th’Enchaunter wrought, | recent |
Had her abandond. She of nought affrayd, | nothing |
Through woods and wastnesse wide him daily sought; | |
Yet wished tydings none of him vnto her brought. | news |
[1.3.4] |
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One day nigh wearie of the yrkesome way, | almost |
From her vnhastie beast she did alight, | get down |
And on the grasse her daintie limbes did lay | |
In secret shadow, farre from all mens sight: | |
From her faire head her fillet she vndight, | headband — took off |
And laid her stole aside. Her angels face | |
As the great eye of heauen shyned bright, | |
And made a sunshine in the shadie place; | |
Did neuer mortall eye behold such heauenly grace. | |
[1.3.5] |
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It fortuned out of the thickest wood | happened |
A ramping Lyon rushed suddainly, | |
Hunting full greedie after saluage blood; | savage |
Soone as the royall virgin he did spy, | |
With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, | |
To haue attonce deuour’d her tender corse: | corpse |
But to the pray when as he drew more ny, | |
His bloudie rage asswaged with remorse, | soothed |
And with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse. | |
[1.3.6] |
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In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet, | |
And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong, | |
As he her wronged innocence did weet. | know |
O how can beautie maister the most strong, | |
And simple truth subdue auenging wrong? | |
Whose yeelded pride and proud submission, | |
Still dreading death, when she had marked long, | |
Her hart gan melt in great compassion, | began to |
And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. | |
[1.3.7] |
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The Lyon Lord of euerie beast in field, | |
Quoth she, his princely puissance doth abate, | strength — weaken |
And mightie proud to humble weake does yield, | |
Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late | |
Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate: | |
But he my Lyon, and my noble Lord, | |
How does he find in cruell hart to hate | |
Her that him lou’d, and euer most adord, | |
As the God of my life? why hath he me abhord? | |
[1.3.8] |
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Redounding teares did choke th’end of her plaint, | |
Which softly ecchoed from the neighbour wood; | |
And sad to see her sorrowfull constraint | |
The kingly beast vpon her gazing stood; | |
With pittie calmd, downe fell his angry mood. | |
At last in close hart shutting vp her paine, | |
Arose the virgin borne of heauenly brood, | |
And to her snowy Palfrey got againe, | horse |
To seeke her strayed Champion, if she might attaine. | |
[1.3.9] |
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The Lyon would not leaue her desolate, | |
But with her went along, as a strong gard | |
Of her chast person, and a faithfull mate | |
Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard: | |
Still when she slept, he kept both watch and ward, | |
And when she wakt, he waited diligent, | |
With humble seruice to her will prepard: | |
From her faire eyes he tooke commaundement, | |
And euer by her lookes conceiued her intent. | |
[1.3.10] |
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Long she thus traueiled through deserts wyde, | |
By which she thought her wandring knight shold pas, | |
Yet neuer shew of liuing wight espyde; | show — person |
Till that at length she found the troden gras, | |
In which the tract of peoples footing was, | |
Vnder the steepe foot of a mountaine hore; | |
The same she followes, till at last she has | |
A damzell spyde slow footing her before, | |
That on her shoulders sad a pot of water bore. | |
[1.3.11] |
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To whom approching she to her gan call, | began to |
To weet, if dwelling place were nigh at hand; | find out — near |
But the rude wench her answer’d nought at all, | primitive — nothing |
She could not heare, nor speake, nor vnderstand; | |
Till seeing by her side the Lyon stand, | |
With suddaine feare her pitcher downe she threw, | |
And fled away: for neuer in that land | |
Face of faire Ladie she before did vew, | |
And that dread Lyons looke her cast in deadly hew. | |
[1.3.12] |
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Full fast she fled, ne euer lookt behynd, | |
As if her life vpon the wager lay, | |
And home she came, whereas her mother blynd | |
Sate in eternall night: nought could she say, | nothing |
But suddaine catching hold, did her dismay | |
With quaking hands, and other signs of feare: | |
Who full of ghastly fright and cold affray, | |
Gan shut the dore. By this arriued there | |
Dame Vna, wearie Dame, and entrance did requere. | |
[1.3.13] |
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Which when none yeelded, her vnruly Page | |
With his rude clawes the wicket open rent, | rough — gate — tore |
And let her in; where of his cruell rage | |
Nigh dead with feare, and faint astonishment, | |
She found them both in darkesome corner pent; | |
Where that old woman day and night did pray | |
Vpon her beades deuoutly penitent; | |
Nine hundred Pater nosters euery day, | |
And thrise nine hundred Aues she was wont to say. | |
[1.3.14] |
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And to augment her painefull pennance more, | |
Thrise euery weeke in ashes she did sit, | |
And next her wrinkled skin rough sackcloth wore, | |
And thrise three times did fast from any bit: | |
But now for feare her beads she did forget. | |
Whose needlesse dread for to remoue away, | |
Faire Vna framed words and count’nance fit: | put together — appropriate |
Which hardly doen, at length she gan them pray, | began to |
That in their cotage small, that night she rest her may. | |
[1.3.15] |
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The day is spent, and commeth drowsie night, | used up |
When euery creature shrowded is in sleepe; | |
Sad Vna downe her laies in wearie plight, | situation |
And at her feet the Lyon watch doth keepe: | |
In stead of rest, she does lament, and weepe | |
For the late losse of her deare loued knight, | recent |
And sighes, and grones, and euermore does steepe | |
Her tender brest in bitter teares all night, | |
All night she thinks too long, and often lookes for light. | |
[1.3.16] |
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Now when Aldeboran was mounted hie | |
Aboue the shynie Cassiopeias chaire, | |
And all in deadly sleepe did drowned lie, | |
One knocked at the dore, and in would fare; | |
He knocked fast, and often curst, and sware, | |
That readie entrance was not at his call: | |
For on his backe a heauy load he bare | |
Of nightly stelths and pillage seuerall, | |
Which he had got abroad by purchase criminall. | |
[1.3.17] |
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He was to weete a stout and sturdie thiefe, | |
Wont to robbe Churches of their ornaments, | |
And poore mens boxes of their due reliefe, | |
Which giuen was to them for good intents; | |
The holy Saints of their rich vestiments | |
He did disrobe, when all men carelesse slept, | |
And spoild the Priests of their habiliments, | |
Whiles none the holy things in safety kept; | |
Then he by cunning sleights in at the window crept. | |
[1.3.18] |
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And all that he by right or wrong could find, | |
Vnto this house he brought, and did bestow | |
Vpon the daughter of this woman blind, | |
Abessa daughter of Corceca slow, | |
With whom he whoredome vsd, that few did know, | |
And fed her fat with feast of offerings, | |
And plentie, which in all the land did grow; | |
Ne spared he to giue her gold and rings: | |
And now he to her brought part of his stolen things. | |
[1.3.19] |
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Thus long the dore with rage and threats he bet, | |
Yet of those fearefull women none durst rize, | dare |
The Lyon frayed them, him in to let: | frightened |
He would no longer stay him to aduize, | |
But open breakes the dore in furious wize, | |
And entring is; when that disdainfull beast | |
Encountring fierce, him suddaine doth surprize, | |
And seizing cruell clawes on trembling brest, | |
Vnder his Lordly foot him proudly hath supprest. | |
[1.3.20] |
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Him booteth not resist, nor succour call, | it didn’t help him |
His bleeding hart is in the vengers hand, | |
Who streight him rent in thousand peeces small, | |
And quite dismembred hath: the thirstie land | entirely |
Drunke vp his life; his corse left on the strand. | corpse |
His fearefull friends weare out the wofull night, | |
Ne dare to weepe, nor seeme to vnderstand | |
The heauie hap, which on them is alight, | descended |
Affraid, least to themselues the like mishappen might. | same |
[1.3.21] |
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Now when broad day the world discouered has, | |
Vp Vna rose, vp rose the Lyon eke, | also |
And on their former iourney forward pas, | |
In wayes vnknowne, her wandring knight to seeke, | |
With paines farre passing that long wandring Greeke, | |
That for his loue refused deitie; | |
Such were the labours of this Lady meeke, | |
Still seeking him, that from her still did flie, | |
Then furthest from her hope, when most she weened nie. | hoped near |
[1.3.22] |
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Soone as she parted thence, the fearefull twaine, | from there — two |
That blind old woman and her daughter deare | |
Came forth, and finding Kirkrapine there slaine, | |
For anguish great they gan to rend their heare, | began to — tear |
And beat their brests, and naked flesh to teare. | |
And when they both had wept and wayld their fill, | |
Then forth they ranne like two amazed deare, | |
Halfe mad through malice, and reuenging will, | |
To follow her, that was the causer of their ill. | |
[1.3.23] |
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Whom ouertaking, they gan loudly bray, | began to — cry |
With hollow howling, and lamenting cry, | |
Shamefully at her rayling all the way, | |
And her accusing of dishonesty, | |
That was the flowre of faith and chastity; | |
And still amidst her rayling, she did pray, | |
That plagues, and mischiefs, and long misery | |
Might fall on her, and follow all the way, | |
And that in endlesse error she might euer stray. | |
[1.3.24] |
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But when she saw her prayers nought preuaile, | not at all |
She backe returned with some labour lost; | |
And in the way as she did weepe and waile, | |
A knight her met in mighty armes embost, | |
Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost, | |
But subtill Archimag, that Vna sought | |
By traynes into new troubles to haue tost: | |
Of that old woman tydings he besought, | news |
If that of such a Ladie she could tellen ought. | anything |
[1.3.25] |
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Therewith she gan her passion to renew, | began |
And cry, and curse, and raile, and rend her heare, | |
Saying, that harlot she too lately knew, | |
That causd her shed so many a bitter teare, | |
And so forth told the story of her feare: | |
Much seemed he to mone her haplesse chaunce, | lament — unfortunate fortune |
And after for that Ladie did inquere; | |
Which being taught, he forward gan aduaunce | began to |
His fair enchaunted steed, and eke his charmed launce. | also |
[1.3.26] |
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Ere long he came, where Vna traueild slow, | |
And that wilde Champion wayting her besyde: | |
Whom seeing such, for dread he durst not show | |
Himselfe too nigh at hand, but turned wyde | near |
Vnto an hill; from whence when she him spyde, | where |
By his like seeming shield, her knight by name | same |
She weend it was, and towards him gan ryde: | believed — began to |
Approching nigh, she wist it was the same, | near — knew |
And with faire fearefull humblesse towards him shee came. | |
[1.3.27] |
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And weeping said, Ah my long lacked Lord, | |
Where haue ye bene thus long out of my sight? | |
Much feared I to haue bene quite abhord, | |
Or ought haue done, that ye displeasen might, | anything |
That should as death vnto my deare hart light: | |
For since mine eye your ioyous sight did mis, | |
My chearefull day is turnd to chearelesse night, | |
And eke my night of death the shadow is; | also |
But welcome now my light, and shining lampe of blis. | |
[1.3.28] |
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He thereto meeting said, My dearest Dame, | |
Farre be it from your thought, and fro my will, | |
To thinke that knighthood I so much should shame, | |
As you to leaue, that haue me loued still, | |
And chose in Faery court of meere goodwill, | |
Where noblest knights were to be found on earth: | |
The earth shall sooner leaue her kindly skill | |
To bring forth fruit, and make eternall derth, | |
Then I leaue you, my liefe, yborne of heauenly berth. | born |
[1.3.29] |
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And sooth to say, why I left you so long, | |
Was for to seeke aduenture in strange place, | |
Where Archimago said a felon strong | |
To many knights did daily worke disgrace; | |
But knight he now shall neuer more deface: | |
Good cause of mine excuse; that mote ye please | |
Well to accept, and euermore embrace | |
My faithfull seruice, that by land and seas | |
Haue vowd you to defend. Now then your plaint appease. | |
[1.3.30] |
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His louely words her seemd due recompence | |
Of all her passed paines: one louing howre | |
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence: | |
A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre: | |
She has forgot, how many a wofull stowre | |
For him she late endur’d; she speakes no more | recently |
Of past: true is, that true loue hath no powre | |
To looken backe; his eyes be fixt before. | |
Before her stands her knight, for whom she toyld so sore. | laboriously |
[1.3.31] |
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Much like, as when the beaten marinere, | |
That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide, | |
Oft soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare, | |
And long time hauing tand his tawney hide | |
With blustring breath of heauen, that none can bide, | |
And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound, | |
Soone as the port from farre he has espide, | |
His chearefull whistle merrily doth sound, | |
And Nereus crownes with cups; his mates him pledg around. | |
[1.3.32] |
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Such ioy made Vna, when her knight she found; | |
And eke th’enchaunter ioyous seemd no lesse, | also |
Then the glad marchant, that does vew from ground | |
His ship farre come from watrie wildernesse, | |
He hurles out vowes, and Neptune oft doth blesse: | |
So forth they past, and all the way they spent | |
Discoursing of her dreadfull late distresse, | talking — recent |
In which he askt her, what the Lyon ment: | |
Who told her all that fell in iourney as she went. | |
[1.3.33] |
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They had not ridden farre, when they might see | |
One pricking towards them with hastie heat, | |
Full strongly armd, and on a courser free, | |
That through his fiercenesse fomed all with sweat, | |
And the sharpe yron did for anger eat, | |
When his hot ryder spurd his chauffed side; | irritated |
His looke was sterne, and seemed still to threat | |
Cruell reuenge, which he in hart did hyde, | |
And on his shield Sans loy in bloudie lines was dyde. | loy = law |
[1.3.34] |
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When nigh he drew vnto this gentle payre | near |
And saw the Red-crosse, which the knight did beare, | |
He burnt in fire, and gan eftsoones prepare | began — soon |
Himselfe to battell with his couched speare. | |
Loth was that other, and did faint through feare, | |
To taste th’vntryed dint of deadly steele; | blow |
But yet his Lady did so well him cheare, | |
That hope of new good hap he gan to feele; | began |
So bent his speare, and spurnd his horse with yron heele. | |
[1.3.35] |
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But that proud Paynim forward came so fierce, | heathen |
And full of wrath, that with his sharp-head speare | |
Through vainely crossed shield he quite did pierce, | |
And had his staggering steede not shrunke for feare, | |
Through shield and bodie eke he should him beare: | also |
Yet so great was the puissance of his push, | strength |
That from his saddle quite he did him beare: | |
He tombling rudely downe to ground did rush, | roughly |
And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush. | |
[1.3.36] |
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Dismounting lightly from his loftie steed, | |
He to him lept, in mind to reaue his life, | |
And proudly said, Lo there the worthie meed | reward |
Of him, that slew Sansfoy with bloudie knife; | |
Henceforth his ghost freed from repining strife, | |
In peace may passen ouer Lethe lake, | |
When morning altars purgd with enemies life, | |
The blacke infernall Furies doen aslake: | |
Life from Sansfoy thou tookst, Sansloy shall from thee take. | |
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Therewith in haste his helmet gan vnlace, | began to |
Till Vna cride, O hold that heauie hand, | |
Deare Sir, what euer that thou be in place: | |
Enough is, that thy foe doth vanquisht stand | |
Now at thy mercy: Mercie not withstand: | |
For he is one the truest knight aliue, | |
Though conquered now he lie on lowly land, | |
And whilest him fortune fauourd, faire did thriue | |
In bloudie field: therefore of life him not depriue. | |
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Her piteous words might not abate his rage, | reduce |
But rudely rending vp his helmet, would | violently — taking |
Haue slaine him straight: but when he sees his age, | |
And hoarie head of Archimago old, | |
His hastie hand he doth amazed hold, | |
And halfe ashamed, wondred at the sight: | |
For the old man well knew he, though vntold, | |
In charmes and magicke to haue wondrous might, | |
Ne euer wont in field, ne in round lists to fight. | |
[1.3.39] |
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And said, Why Archimago, lucklesse syre, | |
What doe I see? what hard mishap is this, | |
That hath thee hither brought to taste mine yre? | to here &mash; anger |
Or thine the fault, or mine the error is, | |
In stead of foe to wound my friend amis? | badly |
He answered nought, but in a traunce still lay, | nothing |
And on those guilefull dazed eyes of his | |
The cloud of death did sit. Which doen away, | |
He left him lying so, ne would no lenger stay. | |
[1.3.40] |
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But to the virgin comes, who all this while | |
Amased stands, her selfe so mockt to see | |
By him, who has the guerdon of his guile, | |
For so misfeigning her true knight to bee: | pretending |
Yet is she now in more perplexitie, | anxiety |
Left in the hand of that same Paynim bold, | heathen |
From whom her booteth not at all to flie; | helps |
Who by her cleanly garment catching hold, | |
Her from her Palfrey pluckt, her visage to behold. | horce — face |
[1.3.41] |
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But her fierce seruant full of kingly awe | |
And high disdaine, whenas his soueraine Dame | |
So rudely handled by her foe he sawe, | roughly |
With gaping iawes full greedy at him came, | |
And ramping on his shield, did weene the same | hope |
Haue reft away with his sharpe rending clawes: | torn |
But he was stout, and lust did now inflame | |
His corage more, that from his griping pawes | |
He hath his shield redeem’d, and foorth his sword he drawes. | |
[1.3.42] |
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O then too weake and feeble was the forse | |
Of saluage beast, his puissance to withstand: | savage — power |
For he was strong, and of so mightie corse, | body |
As euer wielded speare in warlike hand, | |
And feates of armes did wisely vnderstand. | |
Eftsoones he perced through his chaufed chest | soon afterwards — irritated |
With thrilling point of deadly yron brand, | piercing |
And launcht his Lordly hart: with death opprest | |
He roar’d aloud, whiles life forsooke his stubborne brest. | abandoned |
[1.3.43] |
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Who now is left to keepe the forlorne maid | |
From raging spoile of lawlesse victors will? | |
Her faithfull gard remou’d, her hope dismaid, | |
Her selfe a yeelded pray to saue or spill. | |
He now Lord of the field, his pride to fill, | |
With foule reproches, and disdainfull spight | |
Her vildly entertaines, and will or nill, | |
Beares her away vpon his courser light: | |
Her prayers nought preuaile, his rage is more of might. | not at all |
[1.3.44] |
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And all the way, with great lamenting paine, | |
And piteous plaints she filleth his dull eares, | |
That stony hart could riuen haue in twaine, | split — two |
And all the way she wets with flowing teares: | |
But he enrag’d with rancor, nothing heares. | |
Her seruile beast yet would not leaue her so, | |
But followes her farre off, ne ought he feares, | anything |
To be partaker of her wandring woe, | |
More mild in beastly kind, then that her beastly foe. | |
Canto IIII. |
[The House of Pride] |
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansioy doth chalenge him to fight. |
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[1.4.1] |
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Young knight, what euer that dost armes professe, | serve as a warrior |
And through long labours huntest after fame, | |
Beware of fraud, beware of ficklenesse, | |
In choice, and change of thy deare loued Dame, | |
Least thou of her beleeue too lightly blame, | |
And rash misweening doe thy hart remoue: | ??? |
For vnto knight there is no greater shame, | |
Then lightnesse and inconstancie in loue; | |
That doth this Redcrosse knights ensample plainly proue. | example |
[1.4.4] |
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Who after that he had faire Vna lorne, | left |
Through light misdeeming of her loialtie, | misjudging |
And false Duessa in her sted had borne, | |
Called Fidess’, and so supposd to bee; | fides = faithful |
Long with her traueild, till at last they see | |
A goodly building, brauely garnished, | |
The house of mightie Prince it seemd to bee: | |
And towards it a broad high way that led, | |
All bare through peoples feet, which thither traueiled. | to there |
[1.4.5] |
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Great troupes of people traueild thitherward | that way |
Both day and night, of each degree and place, | |
But few returned, hauing scaped hard, | |
With balefull beggerie, or foule disgrace, | wretched |
Which euer after in most wretched case, | |
Like loathsome lazars, by the hedges lay. | lepers |
Thither Duessa bad him bend his pace: | to there — told |
For she is wearie of the toilesome way, | |
And also nigh consumed is the lingring day. | almost |
[1.4.6] |
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A stately Pallace built of squared bricke, | |
Which cunningly was without morter laid, | cleverly |
Whose wals were high, but nothing strong, nor thick, | |
And golden foile all ouer them displaid, | |
That purest skye with brightnesse they dismaid: | |
High lifted vp were many loftie towres, | |
And goodly galleries farre ouer laid, | |
Full of faire windowes, and delightfull bowres; | |
And on the top a Diall told the timely howres. | clock |
[1.4.7] |
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It was a goodly heape for to behould, | building |
And spake the praises of the workmans wit; | intelligence |
But full great pittie, that so faire a mould | |
Did on so weake foundation euer sit: | |
For on a sandie hill, that still did flit, | fall apart |
And fall away, it mounted was full hie, | |
That euery breath of heauen shaked it: | |
And all the hinder parts, that few could spie, | |
Were ruinous and old, but painted cunningly. | cleverly |
[1.4.8] |
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Arriued there they passed in forth right; | |
For still to all the gates stood open wide, | |
Yet charge of them was to a Porter hight | called |
Cald Maluenœ, who entrance none denide: | |
Thence to the hall, which was on euery side | from there |
With rich array and costly arras dight: | tapestry — dressed |
Infinite sorts of people did abide | |
There waiting long, to win the wished sight | |
Of her, that was the Lady of that Pallace bright. | |
[1.4.9] |
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By them they passe, all gazing on them round, | |
And to the Presence mount; whose glorious vew | |
Their frayle amazed senses did confound: | |
In liuing Princes court none euer knew | |
Such endlesse richesse, and so sumptuous shew; | luxurious appearance |
Ne Persia selfe, the nourse of pompous pride | nurse |
Like euer saw. And there a noble crew | |
Of Lordes and Ladies stood on euery side | |
Which with their presence faire, the place much beautifide. | |
[1.4.10] |
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High aboue all a cloth of State was spred, | |
And a rich throne, as bright as sunny day, | |
On which there sate most braue embellished | |
With royall robes and gorgeous array, | |
A mayden Queene, that shone as Titans ray, | |
In glistring gold, and peerelesse pretious stone: | |
Yet her bright blazing beautie did assay | |
To dim the brightnesse of her glorious throne, | |
As enuying her selfe, that too exceeding shone. | |
[1.4.11] |
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Exceeding shone, like Phœbus fairest childe, | the sun god |
That did presume his fathers firie wayne, | coach |
And flaming mouthes of steedes vnwonted wilde | unfamiliarly |
Through highest heauen with weaker hand to rayne; | reign |
Proud of such glory and aduancement vaine, | |
While flashing beames do daze his feeble eyen, | eyes |
He leaues the welkin way most beaten plaine, | sky |
And rapt with whirling wheeles, inflames the skyen, | skies |
With fire not made to burne, but fairely for to shyne. | |
[1.4.12] |
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So proud she shyned in her Princely state, | |
Looking to heauen; for earth she did disdayne, | |
And sitting high; for lowly she did hate: | |
Lo vnderneath her scornefull feete, was layne | |
A dreadfull Dragon with an hideous trayne, | |
And in her hand she held a mirrhour bright, | |
Wherein her face she often vewed fayne, | happily |
And in her selfe-lou’d semblance tooke delight; | image |
For she was wondrous faire, as any liuing wight. | beautiful — person |
[1.4.13] |
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Of griesly Pluto she the daughter was, | god of the underworld |
And sad Proserpina the Queene of hell; | |
Yet did she thinke her pearelesse wroth to pas | anger |
That parentage, with pride so did she swell, | |
And thundring Ioue, that high in heauen doth dwell, | Jove (Jupiter or Zeus) |
And wield the world, she claymed for her syre, | |
Or if that any else did Ioue excell: | Jove |
For to the highest she did still aspyre, | |
Or if ought higher were then that, did it desyre. | anything |
[1.4.14] |
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And proud Lucifera men did her call, | |
That made her selfe a Queene, and crownd to be, | |
Yet rightfull kingdome she had none at all, | |
Ne heritage of natiue soueraintie, | |
But did vsurpe with wrong and tyrannie | |
Vpon the scepter, which she now did hold: | |
Ne ruld her Realmes with lawes, but pollicie, | |
And strong aduizement of six wisards old, | |
That with their counsels bad her kingdome did vphold. | |
[1.4.15] |
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Soone as the Elfing knight in presence came, | enchanted |
And false Duessa seeming Lady faire, | |
A gentle Husher, Vanitie by name | |
Made rowme, and passage for them did prepaire: | |
So goodly brought them to the lowest staire | |
Of her high throne, where they on humble knee | |
Making obeyssance, did the cause declare, | showing respect |
Why they were come, her royall state to see, | condition |
To proue the wide report of her great Maiestee. | test |
[1.4.16] |
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With loftie eyes, halfe loth to looke so low, | |
She thanked them in her disdainefull wise, | manner |
Ne other grace vouchsafed them to show | |
Of Princesse worthy, scarse them bad arise. | just — told |
Her Lordes and Ladies all this while deuise | plan |
Themselues to setten forth to straungers sight: | |
Some frounce their curled haire in courtly guise, | |
Some prancke their ruffes, and others trimly dight | dressed |
Their gay attire: each others greater pride does spight. | |
[1.4.17] |
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Goodly they all that knight do entertaine, | |
Right glad with him to haue increast their crew: | |
But to Duess’ each one himselfe did paine | |
All kindnesse and faire courtesie to shew; | show |
For in that court whylome her well they knew: | once |
Yet the stout Faerie mongst the middest crowd | |
Thought all their glorie vaine in knightly vew, | |
And that great Princesse too exceeding prowd, | |
That to strange knight no better countenance allowd. | expression |
[1.4.18] |
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Suddein vpriseth from her stately place | |
The royall Dame, and for her coche doth call: | |
All hurtlen forth, and she with Princely pace, | |
As faire Aurora in her purple pall, | goddess of the dawn |
Out of the East the dawning day doth call: | |
So forth she comes: her brightnesse brode doth blaze; | |
The heapes of people thronging in the hall, | |
Do ride each other, vpon her to gaze: | |
Her glorious glitterand light doth all mens eyes amaze. | shining |
[1.4.19] |
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So forth she comes, and to her coche does clyme, | |
Adorned all with gold, and girlonds gay, | garlands |
That seemd as fresh as Flora in her prime, | |
And stroue to match, in royall rich array, | |
Great Iunoes golden chaire, the which they say | Juno’s [Hera’s] |
The Gods stand gazing on, when she does ride | |
To Ioues high house through heauens bras-paued way |
Jove’s (Jupiter or Zeus) |
Drawne of faire Pecocks, that excell in pride, | by |
And full of Argus eyes their tailes dispredden wide. | [god with a hundred eyes] |
[1.4.20] |
[Idleness] |
But this was drawne of six vnequall beasts, | |
On which her six sage Counsellours did ryde, | |
Taught to obay their bestiall beheasts, | |
With like conditions to their kinds applyde: | the same |
Of which the first, that all the rest did guyde, | |
Was sluggish Idlenesse the nourse of sin; | nurse |
Vpon a slouthfull Asse he chose to ryde, | |
Arayd in habit blacke, and amis thin, | dressed — clothes — fur-lined cloak |
Like to an holy Monck, the seruice to begin. | monk |
[1.4.21] |
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And in his hand his Portesse still he bare, | |
That much was worne, but therein little red, | |
For of deuotion he had little care, | |
Still drownd in sleepe, and most of his dayes ded; | |
Scarse could he once vphold his heauie hed, | barely |
To looken, whether it were night or day: | |
May seeme the wayne was very euill led, | |
When such an one had guiding of the way, | |
That knew not, whether right he went, or else astray. | |
[1.4.22] |
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From worldy cares himselfe he did esloyne, | remove |
And greatly shunned manly exercise, | |
From euery worke he chalenged essoyne, | exemption |
For contemplation sake: yet otherwise, | |
His life he led in lawlesse riotise; | |
By which he grew to grieuous malady; | |
For in his lustlesse limbs through euill guise | |
A shaking feuer raignd continually: | |
Such one was Idlenesse, first of this company. | |
[1.4.23] |
[Gluttony] |
And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony, | |
Deformed creature, on a filthie swyne, | |
His belly was vp-blowne with luxury, | |
And eke with fatnesse swollen were his eyne, | also — eyes |
And like a Crane his necke was long and fyne, | |
With which he swallowd vp excessiue feast, | |
For want whereof poore people oft did pyne; | lack of which — suffer |
And all the way, most like a brutish beast, | |
He spued vp his gorge, that all did him deteast. | vomited |
[1.4.24] |
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In greene vine leaues he was right fitly clad; | |
For other clothes he could not weare for heat, | |
And on his head an yuie girland had, | ivy garland |
From vnder which fast trickled downe the sweat: | |
Still as he rode, he somewhat still did eat, | something |
And in his hand did beare a bouzing can, | can for drinking from |
Of which he supt so oft, that on his seat | |
His dronken corse he scarse vpholden can, | body — barely |
In shape and life more like a monster, then a man. | |
[1.4.25] |
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Vnfit he was for any worldy thing, | |
And eke vnhable once to stirre or go, | also unable |
Not meet to be of counsell to a king, | appropriate |
Whose mind in meat and drinke was drowned so, | |
That from his friend he seldome knew his fo: | |
Full of diseases was his carcas blew, | blue body |
And a dry dropsie through his flesh did flow: | edema (fluid gathering in the body) |
Which by misdiet daily greater grew: | |
Such one was Gluttony, the second of that crew. | |
[1.4.26] |
[Lechery] |
And next to him rode lustfull Lechery, | |
Vpon a bearded Goat, whose rugged haire, | |
And whally eyes (the signe of gelosy,) | light |
Was like the person selfe, whom he did beare: | |
Who rough, and blacke, and filthy did appeare, | |
Vnseemely man to please faire Ladies eye; | inappropriate |
Yet he of Ladies oft was loued deare, | |
When fairer faces were bid standen by: | |
O who does know the bent of womens fantasy? | imagination |
[1.4.27] |
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In a greene gowne he clothed was full faire, | |
Which vnderneath did hide his filthinesse, | |
And in his hand a burning hart he bare, | |
Full of vaine follies, and new fanglenesse: | |
For he was false, and fraught with ficklenesse, | |
And learned had to loue with secret lookes, | |
And well could daunce, and sing with ruefulnesse, | |
And fortunes tell, and read in louing bookes, | |
And thousand other wayes, to bait his fleshly hookes. | |
[1.4.28] |
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Inconstant man, that loued all he saw, | |
And lusted after all, that he did loue, | |
Ne would his looser life be tide to law, | |
But ioyd weake wemens hearts to tempt, and proue | enjoyed — test |
If from their loyall loues he might then moue; | |
Which lewdnesse fild him with reprochfull paine | |
Of that fowle euill, which all men reproue, | blame |
That rots the marrow, and consumes the braine: | |
Such one was Lecherie, the third of all this traine. | procession |
[1.4.29] |
[Avarice] |
And greedy Auarice by him did ride, | |
Vpon a Camell loaden all with gold; | |
Two iron coffers hong on either side, | chests — hung |
With precious mettall full, as they might hold, | |
And in his lap an heape of coine he told; | |
For of his wicked pelfe his God he made, | treasure |
And vnto hell him selfe for money sold; | |
Accursed vsurie was all his trade, | |
And right and wrong ylike in equall ballaunce waide. | weighed |
[1.4.30] |
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His life was nigh vnto deaths doore yplast, | almost — placed |
And thred-bare cote, and cobled shoes he ware, | |
Ne scarse good morsell all his life did tast, | barely |
But both from backe and belly still did spare, | |
To fill his bags, and richesse to compare; | |
Yet chylde ne kinsman liuing had he none | nor |
To leaue them to; but thorough daily care | |
To get, and nightly feare to lose his owne, | |
He led a wretched life vnto him selfe vnknowne. | |
[1.4.31] |
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Most wretched wight, whom nothing might suffise, | person |
Whose greedy lust did lacke in greatest store, | |
Whose need had end, but no end couetise, | greed |
Whose wealth was want, whose plenty made him pore, | lack |
Who had enough, yet wished euer more; | |
A vile disease, and eke in foote and hand | also |
A grieuous gout tormented him full sore, | painfully |
That well he could not touch, nor go, nor stand: | |
Such one was Auarice, the fourth of this faire band. | |
[1.4.32] |
[Envy] |
And next to him malicious Enuie rode, | |
Vpon a rauenous wolfe, and still did chaw | |
Betweene his cankred teeth a venemous tode, | ulcerous |
That all the poison ran about his chaw; | |
But inwardly he chawed his owne maw | |
At neighbours wealth, that made him euer sad; | |
For death it was, when any good he saw, | |
And wept, that cause of weeping none he had, | |
But when he heard of harme, he wexed wondrous glad. | grew |
[1.4.33] |
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All in a kirtle of discolourd say | belt — wool |
He clothed was, ypainted full of eyes; | |
And in his bosome secretly there lay | |
An hatefull Snake, the which his taile vptyes | |
In many folds, and mortall sting implyes. | |
Still as he rode, he gnasht his teeth, to see | |
Those heapes of gold with griple Couetyse, | tenacious |
And grudged at the great felicitie | |
Of proud Lucifera, and his owne companie. | |
[1.4.34] |
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He hated all good workes and vertuous deeds, | |
And him no lesse, that any like did vse, | anything similar |
And who with gracious bread the hungry feeds, | |
His almes for want of faith he doth accuse; | donations — lack |
So euery good to bad he doth abuse: | |
And eke the verse of famous Poets witt | also — intelligence |
He does backebite, and spightfull poison spues | |
From leprous mouth on all, that euer writt: | |
Such one vile Enuie was, that fift in row did sitt. | |
[1.4.35] |
[Wrath] |
And him beside rides fierce reuenging VVrath, | |
Vpon a Lion, loth for to be led; | |
And in his hand a burning brond he hath, | torch |
The which he brandisheth about his hed; | |
His eyes did hurle forth sparkles fiery red, | |
And stared sterne on all, that him beheld, | harshly |
As ashes pale of hew and seeming ded; | hue (color) |
And on his dagger still his hand he held, | |
Trembling through hasty rage, when choler in him sweld. | anger |
[1.4.36] |
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His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood, | suitable to ruffians |
Which he had spilt, and all to rags yrent, | tore |
Through vnaduized rashnesse woxen wood; | inconsiderate — grew insane |
For of his hands he had no gouernement, | control |
Ne car’d for bloud in his auengement: | vengeance |
But when the furious fit was ouerpast, | |
His cruell facts he often would repent; | |
Yet wilfull man he neuer would forecast, | |
How many mischieues should ensue his heedlesse hast. | |
[1.4.37] |
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Full many mischiefes follow cruell VVrath; | |
Abhorred bloudshed, and tumultuous strife, | |
Vnmanly murder, and vnthrifty scath, | inhuman |
Bitter despight, with rancours rusty knife, | |
And fretting griefe the enemy of life; | |
All these, and many euils moe haunt ire, | more |
The swelling Splene, and Frenzy raging rife, | |
The shaking Palsey, and Saint Fraunces fire: | |
Such one was VVrath, the last of this vngodly tire. | |
[1.4.38] |
[Satan] |
And after all, vpon the wagon beame | |
Rode Sathan, with a smarting whip in hand, | wounding |
With which he forward lasht the laesie teme, | |
So oft as Slowth still in the mire did stand. | swamp |
Huge routs of people did about them band, | crowds |
Showting for ioy, and still before their way | |
A foggy mist had couered all the land; | |
And vnderneath their feet, all scattered lay | |
Dead sculs & bones of men, whose life had gone astray. | |
[1.4.39] |
[Duessa & Lucifera] |
So forth they marchen in this goodly sort, | |
To take the solace of the open aire, | comfort |
And in fresh flowring fields themselues to sport; | |
Emongst the rest rode that false Lady faire, | |
The fowle Duessa, next vnto the chaire | |
Of proud Lucifer’, as one of the traine: | procession |
But that good knight would not so nigh repaire, | near — come |
Him selfe estraunging from their ioyaunce vaine, | enjoyment |
Whose fellowship seemd far vnfit for warlike swaine. | man |
[1.4.40] |
[Sansjoy’s and Sansfoy’s shields] |
So hauing solaced themselues a space | comforted |
With pleasaunce of the breathing fields yfed | |
They backe returned to the Princely Place; | |
Whereas an errant knight in armes ycled, | wandering — dressed |
And heathnish shield, wherein with letters red | |
Was writ Sans ioy, they new arriued find: | |
Enflam’d with fury and fiers hardy-hed, | fierce hardihood |
He seemd in hart to harbour thoughts vnkind, | unnatural |
And nourish bloudy vengeaunce in his bitter mind. | |
[1.4.41] |
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Who when the shamed shield of slaine Sans foy | |
He spide with that same Faery champions page, | |
Bewraying him, that did of late destroy | exposing |
His eldest brother, burning all with rage | |
He to him leapt, and that same enuious gage | glove |
Of victors glory from him snatcht away: | |
But th’Elfin knight, which ought that warlike wage, | enchanted |
Disdaind to loose the meed he wonne in fray, | prize — battle |
And him rencountring fierce, reskewd the noble pray. | |
[1.4.42] |
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Therewith they gan to hurtlen greedily, | began — rush |
Redoubted battaile ready to darrayne, | engage in a fight |
And clash their shields, and shake their swords on hy, | |
That with their sturre they troubled all the traine; | dush — followers |
Till that great Queene vpon eternall paine | |
Of high displeasure, that ensewen might, | |
Commaunded them their fury to refraine, | |
And if that either to that shield had right, | |
In equall lists they should the morrow next it fight. | combat |
[1.4.43] |
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Ah dearest Dame, (quoth then the Paynim bold,) | heathen |
Pardon the errour of enraged wight, | person |
Whom great griefe made forget the raines to hold | reins |
Of reasons rule, to see this recreant knight, | |
No knight, but treachour full of false despight | spite |
And shamefull treason, who through guile hath slayn | |
The prowest knight, that euer field did fight, | |
Euen stout Sans foy (O who can then refrayn?) | |
Whose shield he beares renuerst, the more to heape disdayn. | turned the wrong way |
[1.4.44] |
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And to augment the glorie of his guile, | trickery |
His dearest loue the faire Fidessa loe | |
Is there possessed of the traytour vile, | |
Who reapes the haruest sowen by his foe, | |
Sowen in bloudy field, and bought with woe: | |
That brothers hand shall dearely well requight | |
So be, O Queene, you equall fauour showe. | |
Him litle answerd th’angry Elfin knight; | enchanted |
He neuer meant with words, but swords to plead his right. | |
[1.4.45] |
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But threw his gauntlet as a sacred pledge, | armored glove |
His cause in combat the next day to try: | |
So been they parted both, with harts on edge, | |
To be aueng’d each on his enimy. | |
That night they pas in ioy and iollity, | |
Feasting and courting both in bowre and hall; | |
For Steward was excessiue Gluttonie, | manager of the estate |
That of his plenty poured forth to all: | |
Which doen, the Chamberlain Slowth did to rest them call. | |
[1.4.46] |
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Now whenas darkesome night had all displayd | |
Her coleblacke curtein ouer brightest skye, | |
The warlike youthes on dayntie couches layd, | |
Did chace away sweet sleepe from sluggish eye, | |
To muse on meanes of hoped victory. | |
But whenas Morpheus had with leaden mace | god of sleep — clublike weapon |
Arrested all that courtly company, | |
Vp-rose Duessa from her resting place, | |
And to the Paynims lodging comes with silent pace. | heathen |
[1.4.47] |
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Whom broad awake she finds, in troublous fit, | |
Forecasting, how his foe he might annoy, | |
And him amoues with speaches seeming fit: | stirs up |
Ah deare Sans ioy, next dearest to Sans foy, | |
Cause of my new griefe, cause of my new ioy, | |
Ioyous, to see his ymage in mine eye, | |
And greeu’d, to thinke how foe did him destroy, | |
That was the flowre of grace and cheualrye; | |
Lo his Fidessa to thy secret faith I flye. | |
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With gentle wordes he can her fairely greet, | |
And bad say on the secret of her hart. | told |
Then sighing soft, I learne that litle sweet | |
Oft tempred is (quoth she) with muchell smart: | much pain |
For since my brest was launcht with louely dart | arrow |
Of deare Sansfoy, I neuer ioyed howre, | at all |
But in eternall woes my weaker hart | |
Haue wasted, louing him with all my powre, | |
And for his sake haue felt full many an heauie stowre. | time of turmoil |
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At last when perils all I weened past, | hoped |
And hop’d to reape the crop of all my care, | |
Into new woes vnweeting I was cast, | unaware |
By this false faytor, who vnworthy ware | impostor |
His worthy shield, whom he with guilefull snare | |
Entrapped slew, and brought to shamefull graue. | |
Me silly maid away with him he bare, | simple — carried |
And euer since hath kept in darksome caue, | |
For that I would not yeeld, that to Sans-foy I gaue. | |
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But since faire Sunne hath sperst that lowring clowd, | driven away |
And to my loathed life now shewes some light, | shows |
Vnder your beames I will me safely shrowd, | |
From dreaded storme of his disdainfull spight: | |
To you th’inheritance belongs by right | |
Of brothers prayse, to you eke longs his loue. | also belongs |
Let not his loue, let not his restlesse spright | spirit |
Be vnreueng’d, that calles to you aboue | |
From wandring Stygian shores, where it doth endlesse moue. | from the Styx, river of hell |
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Thereto said he, Faire Dame be nought dismaid | |
For sorrowes past; their griefe is with them gone: | |
Ne yet of present perill be affraid; | |
For needlesse feare did neuer vantage none, | benefit anybody |
And helplesse hap it booteth not to mone. | helps |
Dead is Sans-foy, his vitall paines are past, | living |
Though greeued ghost for vengeance deepe do grone: | |
He liues, that shall him pay his dewties last, | |
And guiltie Elfin bloud shall sacrifice in hast. | enchanted |
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O but I feare the fickle freakes (quoth shee) | whims |
Of fortune false, and oddes of armes in field. | |
Why dame (quoth he) what oddes can euer bee, | |
Where both do fight alike, to win or yield? | |
Yea but (quoth she) he beares a charmed shield, | |
And eke enchaunted armes, that none can perce, | also |
Ne none can wound the man, that does them wield. | |
Charmd or enchaunted (answerd he then ferce) | |
I no whit reck, ne you the like need to reherce. | don’t care at all — same |
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But faire Fidessa, sithens fortunes guile, | because |
Or enimies powre hath now captiued you, | |
Returne from whence ye came, and rest a while | from where |
Till morrow next, that I the Elfe subdew, | enchanted one |
And with Sans-foyes dead dowry you endew. | |
Ay me, that is a double death (she said) | |
With proud foes sight my sorrow to renew: | |
Where euer yet I be, my secrete aid | |
Shall follow you. So passing forth she him obaid. | |
Canto V. |
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The faithfull knight in equall field subdewes his faithlesse foe, Whom false Duessa saues, and for his cure to hell does goe. |
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The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought, | |
And is with child of glorious great intent, | |
Can neuer rest, vntill it forth haue brought | |
Th’eternall brood of glorie excellent: | |
Such restlesse passion did all night torment | |
The flaming corage of that Faery knight, | |
Deuizing, how that doughtie turnament | figuring out — heroic |
With greatest honour he atchieuen might; | |
Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning light. | |
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At last the golden Orientall gate | |
Of greatest heauen gan to open faire, | began |
And Phœbus fresh, as bridegrome to his mate, | |
Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawie haire: | |
And hurld his glistring beames through gloomy aire. | |
Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiu’d, streight way | |
He started vp, and did him selfe prepaire, | |
In sun-bright armes, and battailous array: | |
For with that Pagan proud he combat will that day. | |
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And forth he comes into the commune hall, | |
Where earely waite him many a gazing eye, | |
To weet what end to straunger knights may fall. | know |
There many Minstrales maken melody, | |
To driue away the dull melancholy, | |
And many Bardes, that to the trembling chord | |
Can tune their timely voyces cunningly, | |
And many Chroniclers, that can record | |
Old loues, and warres for Ladies doen by many a Lord. | |
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Soone after comes the cruell Sarazin, | Muslim |
In wouen maile all armed warily, | |
And sternly lookes at him, who not a pin | |
Does care for looke of liuing creatures eye. | |
They bring them wines of Greece and Araby, | |
And daintie spices fetcht from furthest Ynd, | |
To kindle heat of corage priuily: | |
And in the wine a solemne oth they bynd | |
T’obserue the sacred lawes of armes, that are assynd. | |
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At last forth comes that far renowmed Queene, | |
With royall pomp and Princely maiestie; | |
She is ybrought vnto a paled greene, | brought — fenced lawn |
And placed vnder stately canapee, | |
The warlike feates of both those knights to see. | |
On th’other side in all mens open vew | |
Duessa placed is, and on a tree | |
Sans-foy his shield is hangd with bloudy hew: | |
Both those the lawrell girlonds to the victor dew. | |
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A shrilling trompet sownded from on hye, | |
And vnto battaill bad them selues addresse: | told |
Their shining shieldes about their wrestes they tye, | |
And burning blades about their heads do blesse, | |
The instruments of wrath and heauinesse: | |
With greedy force each other doth assayle, | |
And strike so fiercely, that they do impresse | |
Deepe dinted furrowes in the battred mayle; | dented |
The yron walles to ward their blowes are weake & fraile. | |
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The Sarazin was stout, and wondrous strong, | Muslim |
And heaped blowes like yron hammers great: | |
For after bloud and vengeance he did long. | |
The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat: | |
And doubled strokes, like dreaded thunders threat: | |
For all for prayse and honour he did fight. | |
Both stricken strike, and beaten both do beat, | |
That from their shields forth flyeth firie light, | |
And helmets hewen deepe, shew marks of eithers might. | carved — appear |
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So th’one for wrong, the other striues for right: | |
As when a Gryfon seized of his pray, | |
A Dragon fiers encountreth in his flight, | |
Through widest ayre making his ydle way, | |
That would his rightfull rauine rend away: | |
With hideous horrour both together smight, | |
And souce so sore, that they the heauens affray: | struck — painfully — frighten |
The wise Southsayer seeing so sad sight, | |
Th’amazed vulgar tels of warres and mortall fight. | |
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So th’one for wrong, the other striues for right, | |
And each to deadly shame would driue his foe: | |
The cruell steele so greedily doth bight | |
In tender flesh, that streames of bloud down flow, | |
With which the armes, that earst so bright did show, | |
Into a pure vermillion now are dyde: | |
Great ruth in all the gazers harts did grow, | |
Seeing the gored woundes to gape so wyde, | |
That victory they dare not wish to either side. | |
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At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye, | heathen — happened |
His suddein eye, flaming with wrathfull fyre, | |
Vpon his brothers shield, which hong thereby: | |
Therewith redoubled was his raging yre, | |
And said, Ah wretched sonne of wofull syre, | |
Doest thou sit wayling by black Stygian lake, | |
Whilest here thy shield is hangd for victors hyre, | |
And sluggish german doest thy forces slake, | |
To after-send his foe, that him may ouertake? | |
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Goe caytiue Elfe, him quickly ouertake, | captive |
And soone redeeme from his long wandring woe; | ransom |
Goe guiltie ghost, to him my message make, | |
That I his shield haue quit from dying foe. | recovered |
Therewith vpon his crest he stroke him so, | |
That twise he reeled, readie twise to fall; | |
End of the doubtfull battell deemed tho | |
The lookers on, and lowd to him gan call | began to |
The false Duessa, Thine the shield, and I, and all. | |
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Soone as the Faerie heard his Ladie speake, | |
Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake, | fainting — began to |
And quickning faith, that earst was woxen weake, | coming to life — before — grown |
The creeping deadly cold away did shake: | |
Tho mou’d with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake, | |
Of all attonce he cast auengd to bee, | |
And with so’exceeding furie at him strake, | |
That forced him to stoupe vpon his knee; | |
Had he not stouped so, he should haue clouen bee. | |
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And to him said, Goe now proud Miscreant, | |
Thy selfe thy message doe to german deare, | kinsman |
Alone he wandring thee too long doth want: | |
Goe say, his foe thy shield with his doth beare. | |
Therewith his heauie hand he high gan reare, | began to raise |
Him to haue slaine; when loe a darkesome clowd | |
Vpon him fell: he no where doth appeare, | |
But vanisht is. The Elfe him cals alowd, | |
But answer none receiues: the darknes him does shrowd. | |
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In haste Duessa from her place arose, | |
And to him running said, O prowest knight, | |
That euer Ladie to her loue did chose, | |
Let now abate the terror of your might, | lessen |
And quench the flame of furious despight, | |
And bloudie vengeance; lo th’infernall powres | |
Couering your foe with cloud of deadly night, | |
Haue borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres. | from here — dangerous |
The conquest yours, I yours, the shield, and glory yours. | |
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Not all so satisfide, with greedie eye | |
He sought all round about, his thirstie blade | |
To bath in bloud of faithlesse enemy; | |
Who all that while lay hid in secret shade: | |
He standes amazed, how he thence should fade. | from there |
At last the trumpets Triumph sound on hie, | |
And running Heralds humble homage made, | |
Greeting him goodly with new victorie, | |
And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmitie. | |
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Wherewith he goeth to that soueraine Queene, | |
And falling her before on lowly knee, | |
To her makes present of his seruice seene: | |
Which she accepts, with thankes, and goodly gree, | |
Greatly aduauncing his gay cheualree. | |
So marcheth home, and by her takes the knight, | |
Whom all the people follow with great glee, | |
Shouting, and clapping all their hands on hight, | |
That all the aire it fils, and flyes to heauen bright. | |
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Home is he brought, and laid in sumptuous bed: | |
Where many skilfull leaches him abide, | |
To salue his hurts, that yet still freshly bled. | |
In wine and oyle they wash his woundes wide, | |
And softly can embalme on euery side. | |
And all the while, most heauenly melody | |
About the bed sweet musicke did diuide, | |
Him to beguile of griefe and agony: | |
And all the while Duessa wept full bitterly. | |
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As when a wearie traueller that strayes | |
By muddy shore of broad seuen-mouthed Nile, | |
Vnweeting of the perillous wandring wayes, | unaware |
Doth meet a cruell craftie Crocodile, | |
Which in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile, | |
Doth weepe full sore, and sheddeth tender teares: | sadly |
The foolish man, that pitties all this while | |
His mournefull plight, is swallowd vp vnwares, | situation |
Forgetfull of his owne, that mindes anothers cares. | |
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So wept Duessa vntill euentide, | |
That shyning lampes in Ioues high house were light: | Jove’s |
Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide, | |
But comes vnto the place, where th’Hethen knight | |
In slombring swownd nigh voyd of vitall spright, | sleep — almost — spirit |
Lay couer’d with inchaunted cloud all day: | |
Whom when she found, as she him left in plight, | a bad situation |
To wayle his woefull case she would not stay, | |
But to the easterne coast of heauen makes speedy way. | |
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Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad, | face |
That Phœbus chearefull face durst neuer vew, | dare |
And in a foule blacke pitchie mantle clad, | |
She findes forth comming from her darkesome mew, | |
Where she all day did hide her hated hew. | |
Before the dore her yron charet stood, | |
Alreadie harnessed for iourney new; | |
And coleblacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, | born |
That on their rustie bits did champ, as they were wood. | insane |
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Who when she saw Duessa sunny bright, | |
Adornd with gold and iewels shining cleare, | |
She greatly grew amazed at the sight, | |
And th’vnacquainted light began to feare: | |
For neuer did such brightnesse there appeare, | |
And would haue backe retyred to her caue, | |
Vntill the witches speech she gan to heare, | began |
Saying, Yet O thou dreaded Dame, I craue | |
Abide, till I haue told the message, which I haue. | |
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She stayd, and foorth Duessa gan proceede, | began to |
O thou most auncient Grandmother of all, | |
More old then Ioue, whom thou at first didst breede, | Jove (Jupiter or Zeus) |
Or that great house of Gods cælestiall, | |
Which wast begot in Dæmogorgons hall, | |
And sawst the secrets of the world vnmade, | |
Why suffredst thou thy Nephewes deare to fall | |
With Elfin sword, most shamefully betrade? | enchanted |
Lo where the stout Sansioy doth sleepe in deadly shade. | |
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And him before, I saw with bitter eyes | |
The bold Sansfoy shrinke vnderneath his speare; | |
And now the pray of fowles in field he lyes, | |
Nor wayld of friends, nor laid on groning beare, | |
That whylome was to me too dearely deare. | once |
O what of Gods then boots it to be borne, | helps |
If old Aveugles sonnes so euill heare? | |
Or who shall not great Nightes children scorne, | |
When two of three her Nephews are so fowle forlorne? | |
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Vp then, vp dreary Dame, of darknesse Queene, | |
Go gather vp the reliques of thy race, | |
Or else goe them auenge, and let be seene, | |
That dreaded Night in brightest day hath place, | |
And can the children of faire light deface. | |
Her feeling speeches some compassion moued | |
In hart, and chaunge in that great mothers face: | |
Yet pittie in her hart was neuer proued | tested |
Till then: for euermore she hated, neuer loued. | |
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And said, Deare daughter rightly may I rew | |
The fall of famous children borne of mee, | |
And good successes, which their foes ensew: | |
But who can turne the streame of destinee, | |
Or breake the chayne of strong necessitee, | |
Which fast is tyde to Ioues eternall seat? | tightly — Jove’s (Jupiter’s or Zeus’s) |
The sonnes of Day he fauoureth, I see, | |
And by my ruines thinkes to make them great: | |
To make one great by others losse, is bad excheat. | exchange |
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Yet shall they not escape so freely all; | |
For some shall pay the price of others guilt: | |
And he the man that made Sansfoy to fall, | |
Shall with his owne bloud price that he hath spilt. | |
But what art thou, that telst of Nephews kilt? | |
I that do seeme not I, Duessa am, | |
(Quoth she) how euer now in garments gilt, | |
And gorgeous gold arayd I to thee came; | dressed |
Duessa I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame. | |
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Then bowing downe her aged backe, she kist | |
The wicked witch, saying; In that faire face | |
The false resemblance of Deceipt, I wist | know |
Did closely lurke; yet so true-seeming grace | |
It carried, that I scarse in darkesome place | barely |
Could it discerne, though I the mother bee | |
Of falshood, and root of Duessaes race. | |
O welcome child, whom I haue longd to see, | |
And how haue seene vnwares. Lo now I go with thee. | |
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Then to her yron wagon she betakes, | |
And with her beares the fowle welfauourd witch: | |
Through mirkesome aire her readie way she makes. | |
Her twyfold Teme, of which two blacke as pitch, | |
And two were browne, yet each to each vnlich, | |
Did softly swim away, ne euer stampe, | |
Vnlesse she chaunst their stubborne mouths to twitch; | happened |
Then foming tarre, their bridles they would champe, | |
And trampling the fine element, would fiercely rampe. | |
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So well they sped, that they be come at length | |
Vnto the place, whereas the Paynim lay, | heathen |
Deuoid of outward sense, and natiue strength, | |
Couerd with charmed cloud from vew of day, | |
And sight of men, since his late luckelesse fray. | recent — fight |
His cruell wounds with cruddy bloud congealed, | |
They binden vp so wisely, as they may, | |
And handle softly, till they can be healed: | |
So lay him in her charet, close in night concealed. | |
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And all the while she stood vpon the ground, | |
The wakefull dogs did neuer cease to bay, | |
As giuing warning of th’vnwonted sound, | unfamiliar |
With which her yron wheeles did them affray, | frighten |
And her darke griesly looke them much dismay; | |
The messenger of death, the ghastly Owle | |
With drearie shriekes did also her bewray; | |
And hungry Wolues continually did howle, | |
At her abhorred face, so filthy and so fowle. | |
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Thence turning backe in silence soft they stole, | from there — moved quietly |
And brought the heauie corse with easie pace | corpse |
To yawning gulfe of deepe Auernus hole. | |
By that same hole an entrance darke and bace | |
With smoake and sulphure hiding all the place, | |
Descends to hell: there creature neuer past, | |
That backe returned without heauenly grace; | |
But dreadfull Furies, which their chaines haue brast, | |
And damned sprights sent forth to make ill men aghast. | souls |
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By that same way the direfull dames doe driue | terrible |
Their mournefull charet, fild with rusty blood, | |
And downe to Plutoes house are come biliue: | quickly |
Which passing through, on euery side them stood | |
The trembling ghosts with sad amazed mood, | |
Chattring their yron teeth, and staring wide | |
With stonie eyes; and all the hellish brood | |
Of feends infernall flockt on euery side, | |
To gaze on earthly wight, that with the Night durst ride. | person —daredare |
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They pas the bitter waues of Acheron, | |
Where many soules sit wailing woefully, | |
And come to fiery flood of Phlegeton, | |
Whereas the damned ghosts in torments fry, | |
And with sharpe shrilling shriekes doe bootlesse cry, | pointlessly |
Cursing high Ioue, the which them thither sent. | Jove (Jupiter or Zeus) — to there |
The house of endlesse paine is built thereby, | |
In which ten thousand sorts of punishment | |
The cursed creatures doe eternally torment. | |
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Before the threshold dreadfull Cerberus | |
His three deformed heads did lay along, | |
Curled with thousand adders venemous, | |
And lilled forth his bloudie flaming tong: | |
At them he gan to reare his bristles strong, | began |
And felly gnarre, vntill dayes enemy | growl fiercely |
Did him appease; then downe his taile he hong | |
And suffered them to passen quietly: | |
For she in hell and heauen had power equally. | |
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There was Ixion turned on a wheele, | |
For daring tempt the Queene of heauen to sin; | |
And Sisyphus an huge round stone did reele | roll |
Against an hill, ne might from labour lin; | |
There thirstie Tantalus hong by the chin; | |
And Tityus fed a vulture on his maw; | |
Typhoeus ioynts were stretched on a gin, | engine, machine |
Theseus condemned to endlesse slouth by law, | |
And fifty sisters water in leake vessels draw. | |
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They all beholding worldly wights in place, | people |
Leaue off their worke, vnmindfull of their smart, | pain |
To gaze on them; who forth by them doe pace, | |
Till they be come vnto the furthest part: | |
Where was a Caue ywrought by wondrous art, | |
Deepe, darke, vneasie, dolefull, comfortlesse, | |
In which sad Æsculapius farre a part | |
Emprisond was in chaines remedilesse, | |
For that Hippolytus rent corse he did redresse. | body |
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Hippolytus a iolly huntsman was, | |
That wont in charet chace the foming Bore; | |
He all his Peeres in beautie did surpas, | |
But Ladies loue as losse of time forbore: | |
His wanton stepdame loued him the more, | wild |
But when she saw her offred sweets refused | |
Her loue she turnd to hate, and him before | |
His father fierce of treason false accused, | |
And with her gealous termes his open eares abused. | |
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Who all in rage his Sea-god syre besought, | |
Some cursed vengeance on his sonne to cast: | |
From surging gulf two monsters straight were brought, | |
With dread whereof his chasing steedes aghast, | |
Both charet swift and huntsman ouercast. | |
His goodly corps on ragged cliffs yrent, | |
Was quite dismembred, and his members chast | |
Scattered on euery mountaine, as he went, | |
That of Hippolytus was left no moniment. | |
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His cruell stepdame seeing what was donne, | |
Her wicked dayes with wretched knife did end, | |
In death auowing th’innocence of her sonne. | |
Which hearing his rash Syre, began to rend | |
His haire, and hastie tongue, that did offend: | |
Tho gathering vp the relicks of his smart | pain |
By Dianes meanes, who was Hippolyts frend, | |
Them brought to Æsculape, that by his art | |
Did heale them all againe, and ioyned euery part. | |
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Such wondrous science in mans wit to raine | knowledge — intelligence |
When Ioue auizd, that could the dead reuiue, | Jove |
And fates expired could renew againe, | |
Of endlesse life he might him not depriue, | |
But vnto hell did thrust him downe aliue, | |
With flashing thunderbolt ywounded sore: | badly |
Where long remaining, he did alwaies striue | |
Himselfe wilth salues to health for to restore, | |
And slake the heauenly fire, that raged euermore. | |
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There auncient Night arriuing, did alight | get down |
From her nigh wearie waine, and in her armes | almost — wagon |
To Æsculapius brought the wounded knight: | |
Whom hauing softly disarayd of armes, | undressed |
Tho gan to him discouer all his harmes, | then began |
Beseeching him with prayer, and with praise, | |
If either salues, or oyles, or herbes, or charmes | |
A fordonne wight from dore of death mote raise, | destroyed person |
He would at her request prolong her nephews daies. | |
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Ah Dame (quoth he) thou temptest me in vaine, | |
To dare the thing, which daily yet I rew, | |
And the old cause of my continued paine | |
With like attempt to like end to renew. | similar |
Is not enough, that thrust from heauen dew | |
Here endlesse penance for one fault I pay, | |
But that redoubled crime with vengeance new | |
Thou biddest me to eeke? Can Night defray | |
The wrath of thundring Ioue, that rules both night and day? | Jove |
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Not so (quoth she) but sith that heauens king | since |
From hope of heauen hath thee excluded quight, | |
Why fearest thou, that canst not hope for thing, | |
And fearest not, that more thee hurten might, | |
Now in the powre of euerlasting Night? | |
Goe to then, O thou farre renowmed sonne | |
Of great Apollo, shew thy famous might | show |
In medicine, that else hath to thee wonne | |
Great paines, & greater praise, both neuer to be donne. | |
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Her words preuaild: And then the learned leach | |
His cunning hand gan to his wounds to lay, | began |
And all things else, the which his art did teach: | |
Which hauing seene, from thence arose away | from there |
The mother of dread darknesse, and let stay | |
Aueugles sonne there in the leaches cure, | |
And backe returning tooke her wonted way, | usual |
To runne her timely race, whilst Phœbus pure | |
In westerne waues his wearie wagon did recure. | |
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The false Duessa leauing noyous Night, | |
Returnd to stately pallace of dame Pride; | |
Where when she came, she found the Faery knight | |
Departed thence, albe his woundes wide | from there — even though |
Not throughly heald, vnreadie were to ride. | |
Good cause he had to hasten thence away; | from there |
For on a day his wary Dwarfe had spide, | |
Where in a dongeon deepe huge numbers lay | |
Of caytiue wretched thrals, that wayled night and day. | captive — slaves |
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A ruefull sight, as could be seene with eie; | |
Of whom he learned had in secret wise | |
The hidden cause of their captiuitie, | |
How mortgaging their liues to Couetise, | |
Through wastfull Pride, and wanton Riotise, | wild rowdyness |
They were by law of that proud Tyrannesse | |
Prouokt with VVrath, and Enuies false surmise, | |
Condemned to that Dongeon mercilesse, | |
Where they should liue in woe, & die in wretchednesse. | |
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There was that great proud king of Babylon, | |
That would compell all nations to adore, | |
And him as onely God to call vpon, | |
Till through celestiall doome throwne out of dore, | |
Into an Oxe he was transform’d of yore: | |
There also was king Crœsus, that enhaunst | |
His heart too high through his great riches store; | |
And proud Antiochus, the which aduaunst | |
His cursed hand gainst God, and on his altars daunst. | |
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And them long time before, great Nimrod was, | |
That first the world with sword and fire warrayd; | |
And after him old Ninus farre did pas | |
In princely pompe, of all the world obayd; | |
There also was that mightie Monarch layd | |
Low vnder all, yet aboue all in pride, | |
That name of natiue syre did fowle vpbrayd, | reproach |
And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide, | |
Till scornd of God and man a shamefull death he dide. | |
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All these together in one heape were throwne, | |
Like carkases of beasts in butchers stall. | |
And in another corner wide were strowne | |
The antique ruines of the Romaines fall: | |
Great Romulus the Grandsyre of them all, | |
Proud Tarquin, and too lordly Lentulus, | |
Stout Scipio, and stubborne Hanniball, | |
Ambitious Sylla, and sterne Marius, | |
High Cæsar, great Pompey, and fierce Antonius. | |
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Amongst these mighty men were wemen mixt, | |
Proud wemen, vaine, forgetfull of their yoke: | |
The bold Semiramis, whose sides transfixt | |
With sonnes owne blade, her fowle reproches spoke; | |
Faire Sthenoboea, that her selfe did choke | |
With wilfull cord, for wanting of her will; | lacking |
High minded Cleopatra, that with stroke | |
Of Aspes sting her selfe did stoutly kill: | |
And thousands moe the like, that did that dongeon fill. | |
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Besides the endlesse routs of wretched thralles, | slaves |
Which thither were assembled day by day, | to there |
From all the world after their wofull falles, | |
Through wicked pride, and wasted wealthes decay. | |
But most of all, which in the Dongeon lay | |
Fell from high Princes courts, or Ladies bowres, | |
Where they in idle pompe, or wanton play, | |
Consumed had their goods, and thriftlesse howres, | |
And lastly throwne themselues into these heauy stowres. | |
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Whose case when as the carefull Dwarfe had tould, | |
And made ensample of their mournefull sight | example |
Vnto his maister, he no lenger would | |
There dwell in perill of like painefull plight, | the same — situation |
But early rose, and ere that dawning light | before |
Discouered had the world to heauen wyde, | |
He by a priuie Posterne tooke his flight, | |
That of no enuious eyes he mote be spyde: | |
For doubtlesse death ensewd, if any him descryde. | followed — saw |
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Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way, | barely |
For many corses, like a great Lay-stall | because of — corpses |
Of murdred men which therein strowed lay, | |
Without remorse, or decent funerall: | |
Which all through that great Princesse pride did fall | |
And came to shamefull end. And them beside | |
Forth ryding vnderneath the castell wall, | |
A donghill of dead carkases he spide, | |
The dreadfull spectacle of that sad house of Pride. | |
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From lawlesse lust by wondrous grace fayre Vna is releast: Whom saluage nation does adore, and learnes her wise beheast. |
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As when a ship, that flyes faire vnder saile, | |
An hidden rocke escaped hath vnwares, | |
That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile, | |
The Marriner yet halfe amazed stares | |
At perill past, and yet in doubt ne dares | |
To ioy at his foole-happie ouersight: | |
So doubly is distrest twixt ioy and cares | between |
The dreadlesse courage of this Elfin knight, | enchanted |
Hauing escapt so sad ensamples in his sight. | examples |
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Yet sad he was that his too hastie speed | |
The faire Duess’ had forst him leaue behind; | |
And yet more sad, that Vna his deare dreed | |
Her truth had staind with treason so vnkind; | unnatural |
Yet crime in her could neuer creature find, | |
But for his loue, and for her owne selfe sake, | |
She wandred had from one to other Ynd, | |
Him for to seeke, ne euer would forsake, | abandon |
Till her vnwares the fierce Sansloy did ouertake. | |
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Who after Archimagoes fowle defeat, | |
Led her away into a forrest wilde, | |
And turning wrathfull fire to lustfull heat, | |
With beastly sin thought her to haue defilde, | |
And made the vassall of his pleasures vilde. | |
Yet first he cast by treatie, and by traynes, | |
Her to perswade, that stubborne fort to yilde: | |
For greater conquest of hard loue he gaynes, | |
That workes it to his will, then he that it constraines. | |
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With fawning wordes he courted her a while, | |
And looking louely, and oft sighing sore, | sadly |
Her constant hart did tempt with diuerse guile: | various kinds of deceit |
But wordes, and lookes, and sighes she did abhore, | |
As rocke of Diamond stedfast euermore. | unmoving |
Yet for to feed his fyrie lustfull eye, | |
He snatcht the vele, that hong her face before; | |
Then gan her beautie shine, as brightest skye, | began |
And burnt his beastly hart t’efforce her chastitye. | |
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So when he saw his flatt’ring arts to fayle, | |
And subtile engines bet from batteree, | |
With greedy force he gan the fort assayle, | began |
Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee, | hoped |
And win rich spoile of ransackt chastetee. | |
Ah heauens, that do this hideous act behold, | |
And heauenly virgin thus outraged see, | |
How can ye vengeance iust so long withhold, | |
And hurle not flashing flames vpon that Paynim bold? | heathen |
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The pitteous maiden carefull comfortlesse, | |
Does throw out thrilling shriekes, & shrieking cryes, | penetrating |
The last vaine helpe of womens great distresse, | |
And with loud plaints importuneth the skyes, | |
That molten starres do drop like weeping eyes; | |
And Phœbus flying so most shamefull sight, | |
His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes, | |
And hides for shame. What wit of mortall wight | intelligence — person |
Can now deuise to quit a thrall from such a plight? | figure out how — rescue — slave — situation |
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Eternall prouidence exceeding thought, | |
Where none appeares can make her selfe a way: | |
A wondrous way it for this Lady wrought, | |
From Lyons clawes to pluck the griped pray. | |
Her shrill outcryes and shriekes so loud did bray, | cry |
That all the woodes and forestes did resownd; | |
A troupe of Faunes and Satyres far away | |
Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd, | |
Whiles old Syluanus slept in shady arber sownd. | |
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Who when they heard that pitteous strained voice, | |
In hast forsooke their rurall meriment, | abandoned |
And ran towards the far rebownded noyce, | |
To weet, what wight so loudly did lament. | know — person |
Vnto the place they come incontinent: | |
Whom when the raging Sarazin espide, | Muslim |
A rude, misshapen, monstrous rablement, | rough |
Whose like he neuer saw, he durst not bide, | dared |
But got his ready steed, and fast away gan ride. | began to |
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The wyld woodgods arriued in the place, | |
There find the virgin dolefull desolate, | |
With ruffled rayments, and faire blubbred face, | |
As her outrageous foe had left her late, | |
And trembling yet through feare of former hate; | |
All stand amazed at so vncouth sight, | disturbing |
And gin to pittie her vnhappie state, | begin |
All stand astonied at her beautie bright, | paralyzed |
In their rude eyes vnworthie of so wofull plight. | primitive — situation |
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She more amaz’d, in double dread doth dwell; | |
And euery tender part for feare does shake: | |
As when a greedie Wolfe through hunger fell | terrible |
A seely Lambe farre from the flocke does take, | innocent |
Of whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make, | |
A Lyon spyes fast running towards him, | |
The innocent pray in hast he does forsake, | abandon |
Which quit from death yet quakes in euery lim | rescued |
With chaunge of feare, to see the Lyon looke so grim. | |
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Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart, | |
Ne word to speake, ne ioynt to moue she had: | |
The saluage nation feele her secret smart, | savage — pain |
And read her sorrow in her count’nance sad; | |
Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad, | covered |
And rusticke horror all a side doe lay, | |
And gently grenning, shew a semblance glad | show — appearance |
To comfort her, and feare to put away, | |
Their backward bent knees teach her humbly to obay. | |
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The doubtfull Damzell dare not yet commit | |
Her single person to their barbarous truth, | |
But still twixt feare and hope amazd does sit, | between |
Late learnd what harme to hastie trust ensu’th, | |
They in compassion of her tender youth, | |
And wonder of her beautie soueraine, | |
Are wonne with pitty and vnwonted ruth, | unfamiliar regret |
And all prostrate vpon the lowly plaine, | |
Do kisse her feete, and fawne on her with count’nance faine. | ??? |
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Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise, | |
And yieldes her to extremitie of time; | |
So from the ground she fearelesse doth arise, | |
And walketh forth without suspect of crime: | |
They all as glad, as birdes of ioyous Prime, | |
Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round, | from there |
Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme, | |
And with greene braunches strowing all the ground, | |
Do worship her, as Queene, with oliue girlond cround. | |
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And all the way their merry pipes they sound, | |
That all the woods with doubled Eccho ring, | |
And with their horned feet do weare the ground, | |
Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant Spring. | wild |
So towards old Syluanus they her bring; | |
Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out, | |
To weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning, | know |
And aged limbs on Cypresse stadle stout, | |
And with an yuie twyne his wast is girt about. | |
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Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad, | |
If Bacchus merry fruit they did inuent, | |
Or Cybeles franticke rites haue made them mad; | |
They drawing nigh, vnto their God present | |
That flowre of faith and beautie excellent. | |
The God himselfe vewing that mirrhour rare, | |
Stood long amazd, and burnt in his intent; | |
His owne faire Dryope now he thinkes not faire, | |
And Pholoe fowle, when her to this he doth compaire. | |
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The woodborne people fall before her flat, | |
And worship her as Goddesse of the wood; | |
And old Syluanus selfe bethinkes not, what | |
To thinke of wight so faire, but gazing stood, | person |
In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly brood; | |
Sometimes Dame Venus selfe he seemes to see, | |
But Venus neuer had so sober mood; | |
Sometimes Diana he her takes to bee, | |
But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins to her knee. | |
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By vew of her he ginneth to reuiue | begins |
His ancient loue, and dearest Cyparisse, | |
And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue, | |
How faire he was, and yet not faire to this, | |
And how he slew with glauncing dart amisse | |
A gentle Hynd, the which the louely boy | female deer |
Did loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse; | |
For griefe whereof the lad n’ould after ioy, | |
But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy. | |
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The wooddy Nymphes, faire Hamadryades | |
Her to behold do thither runne apace, | to there |
And all the troupe of light-foot Naiades, | |
Flocke all about to see her louely face: | |
But when they vewed haue her heauenly grace, | |
They enuie her in their malitious mind, | |
And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace: | |
But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind, | satyrs (mythological creatures) |
And henceforth nothing faire, but her on earth they find. | |
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Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid, | |
Did her content to please their feeble eyes, | |
And long time with that saluage people staid, | savage |
To gather breath in many miseries. | |
During which time her gentle wit she plyes, | intelligence — uses |
To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine, | |
And made her th’Image of Idolatryes; | |
But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine | ineffective |
From her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn. | happily |
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It fortuned a noble warlike knight | |
By iust occasion to that forrest came, | |
To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right, | |
From whence he tooke his well deserued name: | which |
He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame, | much |
And fild far landes with glorie of his might, | |
Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame, | |
And euer lou’d to fight for Ladies right, | |
But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight. | quarrels |
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A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld, | satyr’s — born |
By straunge aduenture as it did betyde, | |
And there begotten of a Lady myld, | |
Faire Thyamis the daughter of Labryde, | |
That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tyde | |
To Therion, a loose vnruly swayne; | |
Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde, | |
And chase the saluage beast with busie payne, | savage |
Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in pleasures vayne. | |
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The forlorne mayd did with loues longing burne, | |
And could not lacke her louers company, | |
But to the wood she goes, to serue her turne, | |
And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly, | |
And followes other game and venery: | hunting |
A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to find, | satyr — happened |
And kindling coles of lust in brutish eye, | |
The loyall links of wedlocke did vnbind, | |
And made her person thrall vnto his beastly kind. | slave |
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So long in secret cabin there he held | |
Her captiue to his sensuall desire, | |
Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld, | |
And bore a boy vnto that saluage sire: | savage father |
Then home he suffred her for to retire, | |
For ransome leauing him the late borne childe; | recently |
Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire, | began to |
He noursled vp in life and manners wilde, | |
Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde. | |
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For all he taught the tender ymp, was but | |
To banish cowardize and bastard feare; | |
His trembling hand he would him force to put | |
Vpon the Lyon and the rugged Beare, | |
And from the she Beares teats her whelps to teare; | |
And eke wyld roring Buls he would him make | also |
To tame, and ryde their backes not made to beare; | |
And the Robuckes in flight to ouertake, | |
That euery beast for feare of him did fly and quake. | |
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Thereby so fearelesse, and so fell he grew, | savage |
That his owne sire and maister of his guise | father |
Did often tremble at his horrid vew, | |
And oft for dread of hurt would him aduise, | |
The angry beasts not rashly to despise, | |
Nor too much to prouoke; for he would learne | |
The Lyon stoup to him in lowly wise, | |
(A lesson hard) and make the Libbard sterne | |
Leaue roaring, when in rage he for reuenge did earne. | |
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And for to make his powre approued more, | |
Wyld beasts in yron yokes he would compell; | |
The spotted Panther, and the tusked Bore, | |
The Pardale swift, and the Tigre cruell; | |
The Antelope, and Wolfe both fierce and fell; | savage |
And them constraine in equall teme to draw. | |
Such ioy he had, their stubborne harts to quell, | |
And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw, | |
That his beheast they feared, as tyrans law, | |
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His louing mother came vpon a day | |
Vnto the woods, to see her little sonne; | |
And chaunst vnwares to meet him in the way, | happened |
After his sportes, and cruell pastime donne, | |
When after him a Lyonesse did runne, | |
That roaring all with rage, did lowd requere | |
Her children deare, whom he away had wonne: | |
The Lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare, | |
And lull in rugged armes, withouten childish feare. | |
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The fearefull Dame all quaked at the sight, | |
And turning backe, gan fast to fly away, | began |
Vntill with loue reuokt from vaine affright, | |
She hardly yet perswaded was to stay, | |
And then to him these womanish words gan say; | began to |
Ah Satyrane, my dearling, and my ioy, | |
For loue of me leaue off this dreadfull play; | |
To dally thus with death, is no fit toy, | |
Go find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet boy. | |
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In these and like delights of bloudy game | similar |
He trayned was, till ryper yeares he raught, | |
And there abode, whilst any beast of name | |
Walkt in that forest, whom he had not taught | |
To feare his force: and then his courage haught | |
Desird of forreine foemen to be knowne, | |
 nbsp; And far abroad for straunge aduentures sought: | |
In which his might was neuer ouerthrowne, | |
But through all Faery lond his famous worth was blown. | |
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Yet euermore it was his manner faire, | |
After long labours and aduentures spent, | |
Vnto those natiue woods for to repaire, | go back |
To see his sire and offspring auncient. | father |
And now he thither came for like intent; | to there — the same |
Where he vnwares the fairest Vna found, | |
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment, | |
Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around, | |
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound. | |
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He wondred at her wisedome heauenly rare, | |
Whose like in womens wit he neuer knew; | equal — intelligence |
And when her curteous deeds he did compare, | |
Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew, | |
Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw, | |
And ioyd to make proofe of her crueltie | test |
On gentle Dame, so hurtlesse, and so trew: | |
Thenceforth he kept her goodly company, | from then on |
And learnd her discipline of faith and veritie. | |
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But she all vowd vnto the Redcrosse knight, | |
His wandring perill closely did lament, | |
Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight, | |
But her deare heart with anguish did torment, | |
And all her wit in secret counsels spent, | intelligence |
How to escape. At last in priuie wise | |
To Satyrane she shewed her intent: | showed |
Who glad to gain such fauour, gan deuise, | began to plan |
How with that pensiue Maid he best might thence arise. | from there |
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So on a day when Satyres all were gone, | |
To do their seruice to Syluanus old, | |
The gentle virgin left behind alone | |
He led away with courage stout and bold. | |
Too late it was, to Satyres to be told, | |
Or euer hope recouer her againe: | |
In vaine he seekes that hauing cannot hold. | |
So fast he carried her with carefull paine, | |
That they the woods are past, & come now to the plaine. | |
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The better part now of the lingring day, | |
They traueild had, when as they farre espide | |
A wearie wight forwandring by the way, | person |
And towards him they gan in hast to ride, | began |
To weet of newes, that did abroad betide, | know |
Or tydings of her knight of the Redcrosse. | news |
But he them spying, gan to turne aside, | began |
For feare as seemd, or for some feigned losse; | pretended |
More greedy they of newes, fast towards him do crosse. | |
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A silly man, in simple weedes forworne, | simple — clothes |
And soild with dust of the long dried way; | |
His sandales were with toilesome trauell torne, | |
And face all tand with scorching sunny ray, | |
As he had traueild many a sommers day, | |
Through boyling sands of Arabie and Ynde; | Arabia and India |
And in his hand a Iacobs staffe, to stay | pilgrim’s staff |
His wearie limbes vpon: and eke behind, | also |
His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind. | bag |
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The knight approching nigh, of him inquerd | near |
Tydings of warre, and of aduentures new; | news |
But warres, nor new aduentures none he herd. | |
Then Vna gan to aske, if ought he knew, | began — anything |
Or heard abroad of that her champion trew, | |
That in his armour bare a croslet red. | |
Aye me, Deare dame (quoth he) well may I rew | |
To tell the sad sight, which mine eies haue red: | |
These eyes did see that knight both liuing and eke ded. | also |
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That cruell word her tender hart so thrild, | pierce |
That suddein cold did runne through euery vaine, | |
And stony horrour all her sences fild | |
With dying fit, that downe she fell for paine. | |
The knight her lightly reared vp againe, | |
And comforted with curteous kind reliefe: | |
Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine | told |
The further processe of her hidden griefe; | |
The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur’d the chiefe. | |
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Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day, | began — happened |
This fatall day, that shall I euer rew, | |
To see two knights in trauell on my way | |
(A sory sight) arraung’d in battell new, | |
Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew: | |
My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife, | |
To see their blades so greedily imbrew, | |
That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life: | |
What more? the Redcrosse knight was slaine with Paynim knife. | heathen |
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Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee, | |
And he the stoutest knight, that euer wonne? | |
Ah dearest dame (quoth he) how might I see | |
The thing, that might not be, and yet was donne? | |
Where is (said Satyrane) that Paynims sonne, | heathen |
That him of life, and vs of ioy hath reft? | deprived |
Not far away (quoth he) he hence doth wonne | from here |
Foreby a fountaine, where I late him left | recently |
Washing his bloudy wounds, that through the steele were cleft. | |
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Therewith the knight thence marched forth in hast, | with that — from there |
Whiles Vna with huge heauinesse opprest, | |
Could not for sorrow follow him so fast; | |
And soone he came, as he the place had ghest, | |
Whereas that Pagan proud him selfe did rest, | |
In secret shadow by a fountaine side: | |
Euen he it was, that earst would haue supprest | |
Faire Vna: whom when Satyrane espide, | |
With fowle reprochfull words he boldly him defide. | |
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And said, Arise thou cursed Miscreaunt, | |
That hast with knightlesse guile and trecherous train | deceit |
Faire knighthood fowly shamed, and doest vaunt | |
That good knight of the Redcrosse to haue slain: | |
Arise, and with like treason now maintain | similar |
Thy guilty wrong, or else thee guilty yield. | |
The Sarazin this hearing, rose amain, | Muslim — immediately |
And catching vp in hast his three square shield, | |
And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the field. | |
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And drawing nigh him said, Ah misborne Elfe, | near |
In euill houre thy foes thee hither sent, | to here |
Anothers wrongs to wreake vpon thy selfe: | |
Yet ill thou blamest me, for hauing blent | |
My name with guile and traiterous intent; | |
That Redcrosse knight, perdie, I neuer slew, | |
But had he beene, where earst his armes were lent, | |
Th’enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew: | |
But thou his errour shalt, I hope now prouen trew. | |
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Therewith they gan, both furious and fell, | terrible |
To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile | |
Each other bent his enimy to quell, | |
That with their force they perst both plate and maile, | |
And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile, | |
That it would pitty any liuing eie. | |
Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile; | |
But floods of bloud could not them satisfie: | |
Both hungred after death: both chose to win, or die. | |
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So long they fight, and fell reuenge pursue, | terrible |
That fainting each, themselues to breathen let, | |
And oft refreshed, battell oft renue: | |
As when two Bores with rancling malice met, | |
Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely fret, | |
Til breathlesse both them selues aside retire, | |
Where foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they whet, | |
And trample th’earth, the whiles they may respire; | |
Then backe to fight againe, new breathed and entire. | |
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So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once, | |
They gan to fight returne, increasing more | began |
Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce, | powerful |
With heaped strokes more hugely, then before, | |
That with their drerie wounds and bloudy gore | |
They both deformed, scarsely could be known. | barely |
By this sad Vna fraught with anguish sore, | painful |
Led with their noise, which through the aire was thrown: | |
Arriu’d, where they in erth their fruitles bloud had sown. | |
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Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin | Muslim |
Espide, he gan reuiue the memory | saw — began to |
Of his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin, | recently |
And left the doubtfull battell hastily, | |
To catch her, newly offred to his eie: | |
But Satyrane with strokes him turning, staid, | |
And sternely bad him other businesse plie, | told — ??? |
Then hunt the steps of pure vnspotted Maid: | |
Wherewith he all enrag’d, these bitter speaches said. | |
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O foolish faeries sonne, what furie mad | |
Hath thee incenst, to hast thy dolefull fate? | |
Were it not better, I that Lady had, | |
Then that thou hadst repented it too late? | |
Most sencelesse man he, that himselfe doth hate, | |
To loue another. Lo then for thine ayd | |
Here take thy louers token on thy pate. | |
So they to fight; the whiles the royall Mayd | |
Fled farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd. | heathen — terribly |
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But that false Pilgrim, which that leasing told, | |
Being in deed old Archimage, did stay | |
In secret shadow, all this to behold, | |
And much reioyced in their bloudy fray: | battle |
But when he saw the Damsell passe away | |
He left his stond, and her pursewd apace, | |
In hope to bring her to her last decay. | |
But for to tell her lamentable cace, | |
And eke this battels end, will need another place. | also |
Canto VII. |
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The Redcrosse knight is captiue made By Gyaunt proud opprest, Prince Arthur meets with Vna great- ly with those newes distrest. |
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What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, | intelligence |
As to descry the crafty cunning traine, | see — deceit |
By which deceipt doth maske in visour faire, | |
And cast her colours dyed deepe in graine, | |
To seeme like Truth, whose shape she well can faine, | fake |
And fitting gestures to her purpose frame; | adapt |
The guiltlesse man with guile to entertaine? | |
Great maistresse of her art was that false Dame, | |
The false Duessa, cloked with Fidessaes name. | |
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Who when returning from the drery Night, | |
She fownd not in that perilous house of Pryde, | |
Where she had left, the noble Redcrosse knight, | |
Her hoped pray, she would no lenger bide, | |
But forth she went, to seeke him far and wide. | |
Ere long she fownd, whereas he wearie sate, | |
To rest him selfe, foreby a fountaine side, | |
Disarmed all of yron-coted Plate, | |
And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate. | |
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He feedes vpon the cooling shade, and bayes | |
His sweatie forehead in the breathing wind, | |
Which through the trembling leaues full gently playes | |
Wherein the cherefull birds of sundry kind | various |
Do chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mind: | |
The Witch approching gan him fairely greet, | began |
And with reproch of carelesnesse vnkind | unnatural |
Vpbrayd, for leauing her in place vnmeet, | reproach — inappropriate |
With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with hony sweet. | |
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Vnkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat, | unnaturalness — began — comfort — consider |
And bathe in pleasaunce of the ioyous shade, | |
Which shielded them against the boyling heat, | |
And with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade, | |
About the fountaine like a girlond made; | |
Whose bubbling waue did euer freshly well, | |
Ne euer would through feruent sommer fade: | |
The sacred Nymph, which therein wont to dwell, | |
Was out of Dianes fauour, as it then befell. | happened |
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The cause was this: one day when Phoebe fayre | |
With all her band was following the chace, | |
This Nymph, quite tyr’d with heat of scorching ayre, | |
Sat downe to rest in middest of the race: | |
The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace, | angrily — began |
And bad the waters, which from her did flow, | ordered |
Be such as she her selfe was then in place. | |
Thenceforth her waters waxed dull and slow, | from then on — grew |
And all that drunke thereof, did faint and feeble grow. | |
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Hereof this gentle knight vnweeting was, | of this — unaware |
And lying downe vpon the sandie graile, | |
Drunke of the streame, as cleare as cristall glas; | |
Eftsoones his manly forces gan to faile, | soon afterwards — began |
And mightie strong was turnd to feeble fraile. | |
His chaunged powres at first them selues not felt, | |
Till crudled cold his corage gan assaile, | began |
And chearefull bloud in faintnesse chill did melt, | |
Which like a feuer fit through all his body swelt. | |
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Yet goodly court he made still to his Dame, | |
Pourd out in loosnesse on the grassy grownd, | |
Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame: | |
Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd, | |
Which through the wood loud bellowing, did rebownd, | |
That all the earth for terrour seemd to shake, | |
And trees did tremble. Th’Elfe therewith astownd, | |
Vpstarted lightly from his looser make, | |
And his vnready weapons gan in hand to take. | began |
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But ere he could his armour on him dight, | before — put |
Or get his shield, his monstrous enimy | |
With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight, | |
An hideous Geant horrible and hye, | giant |
That with his talnesse seemd to threat the skye, | |
The ground eke groned vnder him for dreed; | also |
His liuing like saw neuer liuing eye, | equal |
Ne durst behold: his stature did exceed | dare |
The hight of three the tallest sonnes of mortall seed. | |
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The greatest Earth his vncouth mother was, | crude |
And blustring Æolus his boasted sire, | father |
Who with his breath, which through the world doth pas, | |
Her hollow womb did secretly inspire, | |
And fild her hidden caues with stormie yre, | |
That she conceiu’d; and trebling the dew time, | |
In which the wombes of women do expire, | |
Brought forth this monstrous masse of earthly slime, | |
Puft vp with emptie wind, and fild with sinfull crime. | |
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So growen great through arrogant delight | |
Of th’high descent, whereof he was yborne, | born |
And through presumption of his matchlesse might, | |
All other powres and knighthood he did scorne. | |
Such now he marcheth to this man forlorne, | |
And left to losse: his stalking steps are stayde | |
Vpon a snaggy Oke, which he had torne | |
Out of his mothers bowelles, and it made | |
His mortall mace, wherewith his foemen he dismayde. | |
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That when the knight he spide, he gan aduance | began to |
With huge force and insupportable mayne, | |
And towardes him with dreadfull fury praunce; | |
Who haplesse, and eke hopelesse, all in vaine | unfortunate — also |
Did to him pace, sad battaile to darrayne, | engage in a fight |
Disarmd, disgrast, and inwardly dismayde, | |
And eke so faint in euery ioynt and vaine, | also |
Through that fraile fountaine, which him feeble made, | |
That scarsely could he weeld his bootlesse single blade. | barely — use — unhelpful |
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The Geaunt strooke so maynly mercilesse, | |
That could haue ouerthrowne a stony towre, | |
And were not heauenly grace, that him did blesse, | |
He had beene pouldred all, as thin as flowre: | |
But he was wary of that deadly stowre, | |
And lightly lept from vnderneath the blow: | |
Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre, | |
That with the wind it did him ouerthrow, | |
And all his sences stound, that still he lay full low. | |
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As when that diuelish yron Engin wrought | |
In deepest Hell, and framd by Furies skill, | |
With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught, | saltpeter — lively |
And ramd with bullet round, ordaind to kill, | |
Conceiueth fire, the heauens it doth fill | |
With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke, | |
That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will, | |
Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smoke, | |
That th’onely breath him daunts, who hath escapt the stroke. | overcomes |
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So daunted when the Geaunt saw the knight, | overcome |
His heauie hand he heaued vp on hye, | |
And him to dust thought to haue battred quight, | |
Vntill Duessa loud to him gan crye; | began to |
O great Orgoglio, greatest vnder skye, | |
O hold thy mortall hand for Ladies sake, | |
Hold for my sake, and do him not to dye, | |
But vanquisht thine eternall bondslaue make, | |
And me thy worthy meed vnto thy Leman take. | reward — beloved |
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He hearkned, and did stay from further harmes, | |
To gayne so goodly guerdon, as she spake: | |
So willingly she came into his armes, | |
Who her as willingly to grace did take, | |
And was possessed of his new found make. | |
Then vp he tooke the slombred sencelesse corse, | body |
And ere he could out of his swowne awake, | before — sleep |
Him to his castle brought with hastie forse, | |
And in a Dongeon deepe him threw without remorse. | |
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From that day forth Duessa was his deare, | |
And highly honourd in his haughtie eye, | |
He gaue her gold and purple pall to weare, | |
And triple crowne set on her head full hye, | |
And her endowd with royall maiestye: | |
Then for to make her dreaded more of men, | |
And peoples harts with awfull terrour tye, | |
A monstrous beast ybred in filthy fen | bred |
He chose, which he had kept long time in darksome den. | |
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Such one it was, as that renowmed Snake | |
Which great Alcides in Stremona slew, | |
Long fostred in the filth of Lerna lake, | |
Whose many heads out budding euer new, | |
Did breed him endlesse labour to subdew: | |
But this same Monster much more vgly was; | |
For seuen great heads out of his body grew, | |
An yron brest, and backe of scaly bras, | |
And all embrewd in bloud, his eyes did shine as glas. | |
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His tayle was stretched out in wondrous length, | |
That to the house of heauenly gods it raught, | |
And with extorted powre, and borrow’d strength, | |
The euer-burning lamps from thence it braught, | there |
And prowdly threw to ground, as things of naught; | |
And vnderneath his filthy feet did tread | |
The sacred things, and holy heasts foretaught. | |
Vpon this dreadfull Beast with seuenfold head | |
He set the false Duessa, for more aw and dread. | |
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The wofull Dwarfe, which saw his maisters fall, | |
Whiles he had keeping of his grasing steed, | |
And valiant knight become a caytiue thrall, | captive slave |
When all was past, tooke vp his forlorne weed, | |
His mightie armour, missing most at need; | |
His siluer shield, now idle maisterlesse; | |
His poynant speare, that many made to bleed, | |
The ruefull moniments of heauinesse, | |
And with them all departes, to tell his great distresse. | |
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He had not trauaild long, when on the way | |
He wofull Ladie, wofull Vna met, | |
Fast flying from the Paynims greedy pray, | heathen’s |
Whilest Satyrane him from pursuit did let: | |
Who when her eyes she on the Dwarf had set, | |
And saw the signes, that deadly tydings spake, | news |
She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret, | |
And liuely breath her sad brest did forsake, | abandon |
Yet might her pitteous hart be seene to pant and quake. | |
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The messenger of so vnhappie newes | |
Would faine haue dyde: dead was his hart within, | gladly |
Yet outwardly some little comfort shewes: | shows |
At last recouering hart, he does begin | |
To rub her temples, and to chaufe her chin, | rub |
And euery tender part does tosse and turne: | |
So hardly he the flitted life does win, | departed |
Vnto her natiue prison to retourne: | |
Then gins her grieued ghost thus to lament and mourne. | begins |
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Ye dreary instruments of dolefull sight, | |
That doe this deadly spectacle behold, | |
Why do ye lenger feed on loathed light, | |
Or liking find to gaze on earthly mould, | |
Sith cruell fates the carefull threeds vnfould, | since |
The which my life and loue together tyde? | |
Now let the stony dart of senselesse cold | |
Perce to my hart, and pas through euery side, | |
And let eternall night so sad [sight] fro me hide. | |
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O lightsome day, the lampe of highest Ioue, | Jove (Jupiter or Zeus) |
First made by him, mens wandring wayes to guyde, | |
When darknesse he in deepest dongeon droue, | |
Henceforth thy hated face for euer hyde, | |
And shut vp heauens windowes shyning wyde: | |
For earthly sight can nought but sorow breed, | nothing |
And late repentance, which shall long abyde. | recent — last |
Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed, | |
But seeled vp with death, shall haue their deadly meed. | payback |
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Then downe againe she fell vnto the ground; | |
But he her quickly reared vp againe: | |
Thrise did she sinke adowne in deadly swownd, | |
And thrise he her reviu’d with busie paine: | |
At last when life recouer’d had the raine, | |
And ouer-wrestled his strong enemie, | |
With foltring tong, and trembling euery vaine, | |
Tell on (quoth she) the wofull Tragedie, | |
The which these reliques sad present vnto mine eie. | |
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Tempestuous fortune hath spent all her spight, | used up |
And thrilling sorrow throwne his vtmost dart; | piercing — spear |
Thy sad tongue cannot tell more heauy plight, | situation |
Then that I feele, and harbour in mine hart: | |
Who hath endur’d the whole, can beare each part. | |
If death it be, it is not the first wound, | |
That launched hath my brest with bleeding smart. | pain |
Begin, and end the bitter balefull stound; | terrible |
If lesse, then that I feare, more fauour I haue found. | |
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Then gan the Dwarfe the whole discourse declare, | began |
The subtill traines of Archimago old; | deceits |
The wanton loues of false Fidessa faire, | |
Bought with the bloud of vanquisht Paynim bold: | heathen |
The wretched payre transform’d to treen mould; | |
The house of Pride, and perils round about; | |
The combat, which he with Sansioy did hould; | |
The lucklesse conflict with the Gyant stout, | |
Wherein captiu’d, of life or death he stood in doubt. | |
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She heard with patience all vnto the end, | |
And stroue to maister sorrowfull assay, | |
Which greater grew, the more she did contend, | |
And almost rent her tender hart in tway; | |
And loue fresh coles vnto her fire did lay: | |
For greater loue, the greater is the losse. | |
Was neuer Ladie loued dearer day, | |
Then she did loue the knight of the Redcrosse; | |
For whose deare sake so many troubles her did tosse. | |
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At last when feruent sorrow slaked was, | |
She vp arose, resoluing him to find | |
A liue or dead: and forward forth doth pas, | |
All as the Dwarfe the way to her assynd: | |
And euermore in constant carefull mind | |
She fed her wound with fresh renewed bale; | pain |
Long tost with stormes, and bet with bitter wind, | |
High ouer hils, and low adowne the dale, | |
She wandred many a wood, and measurd many a vale. | |
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At last she chaunced by good hap to meet | happened by chance |
A goodly knight, faire marching by the way | |
Together with his Squire, arayed meet: | dressed appropriately |
His glitterand armour shined farre away, | glittering |
Like glauncing light of Phœbus brightest ray; | |
From top to toe no place appeared bare, | |
That deadly dint of steele endanger may: | blow |
Athwart his brest a bauldrick braue he ware, | across — impressive belt |
That shynd, like twinkling stars, with stons most pretious rare. | |
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And in the midst thereof one pretious stone | |
Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous mights, | also |
Shapt like a Ladies head, exceeding shone, | |
Like Hesperus emongst the lesser lights, | |
And stroue for to amaze the weaker sights; | |
Thereby his mortall blade full comely hong | |
In yuory sheath, ycaru’d with curious slights; | carved |
Whose hilts were burnisht gold, and handle strong | |
Of mother pearle, and buckled with a golden tong. | |
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His haughtie helmet, horrid all with gold, | |
Both glorious brightnesse, and great terrour bred; | |
For all the crest a Dragon did enfold | |
With greedie pawes, and ouer all did spred | |
His golden wings: his dreadfull hideous hed | |
Close couched on the beuer, seem’d to throw | |
From flaming mouth bright sparkles fierie red, | |
That suddeine horror to faint harts did show; | |
And scaly tayle was stretcht adowne his backe full low. | |
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Vpon the top of all his loftie crest, | |
A bunch of haires discolourd diuersly, | variously |
With sprincled pearle, and gold full richly drest, | |
Did shake, and seem’d to daunce for iollity, | |
Like to an Almond tree ymounted hye | |
On top of greene Selinis all alone, | |
With blossomes braue bedecked daintily; | |
Whose tender locks do tremble euery one | |
At euery little breath, that vnder heauen is blowne. | |
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His warlike shield all closely couer’d was, | |
Ne might of mortall eye be euer seene; | |
Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras, | |
Such earthly mettals soone consumed bene: | |
But all of Diamond perfect pure and cleene | |
It framed was, one massie entire mould, | built |
Hewen out of Adamant rocke with engines keene, | |
That point of speare it neuer percen could, | |
Ne dint of direfull sword diuide the substance would. | blow — terrible |
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The same to wight he neuer wont disclose, | person |
But when as monsters huge he would dismay, | |
Or daunt vnequall armies of his foes, | overcome |
Or when the flying heauens he would affray; | |
For so exceeding shone his glistring ray, | |
That Phœbus golden face it did attaint, | |
As when a cloud his beames doth ouer-lay; | |
And siluer Cynthia wexed pale and faint, | grew |
As when her face is staynd with magicke arts constraint. | |
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No magicke arts hereof had any might, | |
Nor bloudie wordes of bold Enchaunters call, | |
But all that was not such, as seemd in sight, | |
Before that shield did fade, and suddeine fall: | |
And when him list the raskall routes appall, | he wanted |
Men into stones therewith he could transmew, | |
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all; | nothing |
And when him list the prouder lookes subdew, | he wanted |
He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew. | |
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Ne let it seeme, that credence this exceedes, | |
For he that made the same, was knowne right well | |
To haue done much more admirable deedes. | |
It Merlin was, which whylome did excell | once |
All liuing wightes in might of magicke spell: | people |
Both shield, and sword, and armour all he wrought | |
For this young Prince, when first to armes he fell; | |
But when he dyde, the Faerie Queene it brought | |
To Faerie lond, where yet it may be seene, if sought. | |
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A gentle youth, his dearely loued Squire | |
His speare of heben wood behind him bare, | ebony |
Whose harmefull head, thrice heated in the fire, | |
Had riuen many a brest with pikehead square; | split |
A goodly person, and could menage faire | |
His stubborne steed with curbed canon bit, | |
Who vnder him did trample as the aire, | |
And chauft, that any on his backe should sit; | irritated |
The yron rowels into frothy fome he bit. | |
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When as this knight nigh to the Ladie drew, | near |
With louely court he gan her entertaine; | began to |
But when he heard her answeres loth, he knew | |
Some secret sorrow did her heart distraine: | |
Which to allay, and calme her storming paine, | |
Faire feeling words he wisely gan display, | began to |
And for her humour fitting purpose faine, | mood |
To tempt the cause it selfe for to bewray; | |
Wherewith emmou’d, these bleeding words she gan to say. | began |
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What worlds delight, or ioy of liuing speach | |
Can heart, so plung’d in sea of sorrowes deepe, | |
And heaped with so huge misfortunes, reach? | |
The carefull cold beginneth for to creepe, | |
And in my heart his yron arrow steepe, | |
Soone as I thinke vpon my bitter bale: | |
Such helplesse harmes yts better hidden keepe, | |
Then rip vp griefe, where it may not auaile, | |
My last left comfort is, my woes to weepe and waile. | |
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Ah Ladie deare, quoth then the gentle knight, | |
Well may I weene, your griefe is wondrous great; | think |
For wondrous great griefe groneth in my spright, | soul |
Whiles thus I heare you of your sorrowes treat. | |
But wofull Ladie let me you intrete, | |
For to vnfold the anguish of your hart: | |
Mishaps are maistred by aduice discrete, | |
And counsell mittigates the greatest smart; | advice — eases — pain |
Found neuer helpe, who neuer would his hurts impart. | |
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O but (quoth she) great griefe will not be tould, | |
And can more easily be thought, then said. | |
Right so; (quoth he) but he, that neuer would, | |
Could neuer: will to might giues greatest aid. | |
But griefe (quoth she) does greater grow displaid, | |
If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire. | |
Despaire breedes not (quoth he) where faith is staid. | |
No faith so fast (quoth she) but flesh does paire. | |
Flesh may empaire (quoth he) but reason can repaire. | damage |
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His goodly reason, and well guided speach | |
So deepe did settle in her gratious thought, | |
That her perswaded to disclose the breach, | |
Which loue and fortune in her heart had wrought, | |
And said; faire Sir, I hope good hap hath brought | |
You to inquere the secrets of my griefe, | |
Or that your wisedome will direct my thought, | |
Or that your prowesse can me yield reliefe: | |
Then heare the storie sad, which I shall tell you briefe. | |
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The forlorne Maiden, whom your eyes haue seene | |
The laughing stocke of fortunes mockeries, | |
Am th’only daughter of a King and Queene, | |
Whose parents deare, whilest equall destinies | |
Did runne about, and their felicities | |
The fauourable heauens did not enuy, | |
Did spread their rule through all the territories, | |
Which Phison and Euphrates floweth by, | |
And Gehons golden waues doe wash continually. | |
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Till that their cruell cursed enemy, | |
An huge great Dragon horrible in sight, | |
Bred in the loathly lakes of Tartary, | |
With murdrous rauine, and deuouring might | |
Their kingdome spoild, and countrey wasted quight: | |
Themselues, for feare into his iawes to fall, | |
He forst to castle strong to take their flight, | |
Where fast embard in mightie brasen wall, | tightly locked — brass |
He has them now foure yeres besiegd to make them thrall. | slaves |
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Full many knights aduenturous and stout | |
Haue enterprizd that Monster to subdew; | |
From euery coast that heauen walks about, | |
Haue thither come the noble Martiall crew, | to there |
That famous hard atchieuements still pursew, | |
Yet neuer any could that girlond win, | |
But all still shronke, and still he greater grew: | |
All they for want of faith, or guilt of sin, | absence |
The pitteous pray of his fierce crueltie haue bin. | |
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At last yledd with farre reported praise, | |
Which flying fame throughout the world had spred, | |
Of doughtie knights, whom Faery land did raise, | brave |
That noble order hight of Maidenhed, | called — virginity |
Forthwith to court of Gloriane I sped, | |
Of Gloriane great Queene of glory bright, | |
Whose kingdomes seat Cleopolis is red, | |
There to obtaine some such redoubted knight, | |
That Parents deare from tyrants powre deliuer might. | |
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It was my chance (my chance was faire and good) | fortune |
There for to find a fresh vnproued knight, | untested |
Whose manly hands imbrew’d in guiltie blood | |
Had neuer bene, ne euer by his might | |
Had throwne to ground the vnregarded right: | |
Yet of his prowesse proofe he since hath made | |
(I witnesse am) in many a cruell fight; | |
The groning ghosts of many one dismaide | |
Haue felt the bitter dint of his auenging blade. | stroke |
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And ye the forlorne reliques of his powre, | |
His byting sword, and his deuouring speare, | |
Which haue endured many a dreadfull stowre, | |
Can speake his prowesse, that did earst you beare, | |
And well could rule: now he hath left you heare, | |
To be the record of his ruefull losse, | |
And of my dolefull disauenturous deare: | |
O heauie record of the good Redcrosse, | |
Where haue you left your Lord, that could so well you tosse? | |
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Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had, | |
That he my captiue langour should redeeme, | |
Till all vnweeting, an Enchaunter bad | unaware |
His sence abusd, and made him to misdeeme | |
My loyalty, not such as it did seeme; | |
That rather death desire, then such despight. | |
Be iudge ye heauens, that all things right esteeme, | |
How I him lou’d, and loue with all my might, | |
So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright. | also |
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Thenceforth me desolate he quite forsooke, | from then on — abandoned |
To wander, where wilde fortune would me lead, | |
And other bywaies he himselfe betooke, | |
Where neuer foot of liuing wight did tread, | person |
That brought not backe the balefull body dead; | wretched |
In which him chaunced false Duessa meete, | happened |
Mine onely foe, mine onely deadly dread, | |
Who with her witchcraft and misseeming sweete, | |
Inueigled him to follow her desires vnmeete. | tricked — inappropriate |
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At last by subtill sleights she him betraid | |
Vnto his foe, a Gyant huge and tall, | |
Who him disarmed, dissolute, dismaid, | |
Vnwares surprised, and with mightie mall | |
The monster mercilesse him made to fall, | |
Whose fall did neuer foe before behold; | |
And now in darkesome dungeon, wretched thrall, | slave |
Remedilesse, for aie he doth him hold; | |
This is my cause of griefe, more great, then may be told. | |
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Ere she had ended all, she gan to faint: | began |
But he her comforted and faire bespake, | |
Certes, Madame, ye haue great cause of plaint, | |
That stoutest heart, I weene, could cause to quake. | think |
But be of cheare, and comfort to you take: | |
For till I haue acquit your captiue knight, | |
Assure your selfe, I will you not forsake. | abanon |
His chearefull words reuiu’d her chearelesse spright, | spirit |
So forth they went, the Dwarfe them guiding euer right. | |
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Faire virgin to redeeme her deare brings Arthur to the fight, Who slayes the Gyant, wounds the beast, and strips Duessa quight. |
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Ay me, how many perils doe enfold | |
The righteous man, to make him daily fall? | |
Were not, that heauenly grace doth him vphold, | |
And stedfast truth acquite him out of all. | unchanging |
Her loue is firme, her care continuall, | |
So oft as he through his owne foolish pride, | |
Or weaknesse is to sinfull bands made thrall: | slave |
Else should this Redcrosse knight in bands haue dyde, | |
For whose deliuerance she this Prince doth thither guide. | to there |
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They sadly traueild thus, vntill they came | |
Nigh to a castle builded strong and hie: | |
Then cryde the Dwarfe, lo yonder is the same, | |
In which my Lord my liege doth lucklesse lie, | |
Thrall to that Gyants hatefull tyrannie: | slave |
Therefore, deare Sir, your mightie powres assay. | |
The noble knight alighted by and by | got down |
From loftie steede, and bad the Ladie stay, | told |
To see what end of fight should him befall that day. | |
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So with the Squire, th’admirer of his might, | |
He marched forth towards that castle wall; | |
Whose gates he found fast shut, ne liuing wight | tightly — person |
To ward the same, nor answere commers call. | |
Then tooke that Squire an horne of bugle small, | |
Which hong adowne his side in twisted gold, | |
And tassels gay. Wyde wonders ouer all | |
Of that same hornes great vertues weren told, | powers |
Which had approued bene in vses manifold. | various |
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Was neuer wight, that heard that shrilling sound, | person |
But trembling feare did feele in euery vaine; | |
Three miles it might be easie heard around, | |
And Ecchoes three answerd it selfe againe: | |
No false enchauntment, nor deceiptfull traine | trick |
Might once abide the terror of that blast, | |
But presently was voide and wholly vaine: | |
No gate so strong, no locke so firme and fast, | tight |
But with that percing noise flew open quite, or brast. | |
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The same before the Geants gate he blew, | giant’s |
That all the castle quaked from the ground, | |
And euery dore of freewill open flew. | |
The Gyant selfe dismaied with that sownd, | |
Where he with his Duessa dalliance fownd, | flirting |
In hast came rushing forth from inner bowre, | |
With staring countenance sterne, as one astownd, | expression |
And staggering steps, to weet, what suddein stowre | know |
Had wrought that horror strange, and dar’d his dreaded powre. | |
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And after him the proud Duessa came, | |
High mounted on her manyheaded beast, | |
And euery head with fyrie tongue did flame, | |
And euery head was crowned on his creast, | |
And bloudie mouthed with late cruell feast. | recent |
That when the knight beheld, his mightie shild | |
Vpon his manly arme he soone addrest, | |
And at him fiercely flew, with courage fild, | |
And eger greedinesse through euery member thrild. | penetrated |
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Therewith the Gyant buckled him to fight, | |
Inflam’d with scornefull wrath and high disdaine, | |
And lifting vp his dreadfull club on hight, | |
All arm’d with ragged snubbes and knottie graine, | |
Him thought at first encounter to haue slaine, | |
But wise and warie was that noble Pere, | |
And lightly leaping from so monstrous maine, | |
Did faire auoide the violence him nere; | |
It booted nought, to thinke, such thunderbolts to beare. | benefited — not at all |
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Ne shame he thought to shunne so hideous might: | |
The idle stroke, enforcing furious way, | |
Missing the marke of his misaymed sight | |
Did fall to ground, and with his heauie sway | |
So deepely dinted in the driuen clay, | dented |
That three yardes deepe a furrow vp did throw: | |
The sad earth wounded with so sore assay, | distressing — test |
Did grone full grieuous vnderneath the blow, | |
And trembling with strange feare, did like an earthquake show. | |
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As when almightie Ioue in wrathfull mood, | Jove (Jupiter or Zeus) |
To wreake the guilt of mortall sins is bent, | |
Hurles forth his thundring dart with deadly food, | |
Enrold in flames, and smouldring dreriment, | |
Through riuen cloudes and molten firmament; | split |
The fierce threeforked engin making way, | |
Both loftie towres and highest trees hath rent, | |
And all that might his angrie passage stay, | |
And shooting in the earth, casts vp a mount of clay. | |
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His boystrous club, so buried in the ground, | |
He could not rearen vp againe so light, | |
But that the knight him at auantage found, | |
And whiles he stroue his combred clubbe to quight | |
Out of the earth, with blade all burning bright | |
He smote off his left arme, which like a blocke | struck |
Did fall to ground, depriu’d of natiue might; | |
Large streames of bloud out of the truncked stocke | |
Forth gushed, like fresh water streame from riuen rocke. | split |
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Dismaied with so desperate deadly wound, | |
And eke impatient of vnwonted paine, | also — unusual |
He loudly brayd with beastly yelling sound, | cried |
That all the fields rebellowed againe; | |
As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian plaine | |
An heard of Bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, | natural |
Do for the milkie mothers want complaine, | |
And fill the fields with troublous bellowing, | |
The neighbour woods around with hollow murmur ring. | |
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That when his deare Duessa heard, and saw | |
The euill stownd, that daungerd her estate, | |
Vnto his aide she hastily did draw | |
Her dreadfull beast, who swolne with bloud of late | |
Came ramping forth with proud presumpteous gate, | |
And threatned all his heads like flaming brands. | |
But him the Squire made quickly to retrate, | |
Encountring fierce with single sword in hand, | |
And twixt him and his Lord did like a bulwarke stand. | between — rampart |
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The proud Duessa full of wrathfull spight, | |
And fierce disdaine, to be affronted so, | |
Enforst her purple beast with all her might | |
That stop out of the way to ouerthroe, | |
Scorning the let of so vnequall foe: | |
But nathemore would that courageous swayne | |
To her yeeld passage, gainst his Lord to goe, | |
But with outrageous strokes did him restraine, | |
And with his bodie bard the way atwixt them twaine. | between — two |
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Then tooke the angrie witch her golden cup, | |
Which still she bore, replete with magick artes; | |
Death and despeyre did many thereof sup, | |
And secret poyson through their inner parts, | |
Th’eternall bale of heauie wounded harts; | |
Which after charmes and some enchauntments said, | |
She lightly sprinkled on his weaker parts; | |
Therewith his sturdie courage soone was quayd, | |
And all his senses were with suddeine dread dismayd. | |
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So downe he fell before the cruell beast, | |
Who on his necke his bloudie clawes did seize, | |
That life nigh crusht out of his panting brest: | almost |
No powre he had to stirre, nor will to rize. | |
That when the carefull knight gan well auise, | began |
He lightly left the foe, with whom he fought, | |
And to the beast gan turne his enterprise; | began to |
For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought, | |
To see his loued Squire into such thraldome brought. | |
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And high aduauncing his bloud-thirstie blade, | |
Stroke one of those deformed heads so sore, | struck — hard |
That of his puissance proud ensample made; | power — example |
His monstrous scalpe downe to his teeth it tore, | |
And that misformed shape mis-shaped more: | |
A sea of bloud gusht from the gaping wound, | |
That her gay garments staynd with filthy gore, | |
And ouerflowed all the field around; | |
That ouer shoes in bloud he waded on the ground. | |
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Thereat he roared for exceeding paine, | |
That to haue heard, great horror would haue bred, | |
And scourging th’emptie ayre with his long traine, | trailing body |
Through great impatience of his grieued hed | |
His gorgeous ryder from her loftie sted | |
Would haue cast downe, and trod in durtie myre, | |
Had not the Gyant soone her succoured; | |
Who all enrag’d with smart and franticke yre, | |
Came hurtling in full fierce, and forst the knight retyre. | |
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The force, which wont in two to be disperst, | |
In one alone left hand he now vnites, | |
Which is through rage more strong then both were erst; | |
With which his hideous club aloft he dites, | |
And at his foe with furious rigour smites, | strikes |
That strongest Oake might seeme to ouerthrow. | |
The stroke vpon his shield so heauie lites, | |
That to the ground it doubleth him full low | |
What mortall wight could euer beare so monstrous blow? | person |
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And in his fall his shield, that couered was, | |
Did loose his vele by chaunce, and open flew: | |
The light whereof, that heauens light did pas, | |
Such blazing brightnesse through the aier threw, | |
That eye mote not the same endure to vew. | |
Which when the Gyaunt spyde with staring eye, | |
He downe let fall his arme, and soft withdrew | |
His weapon huge, that heaued was on hye | |
For to haue slaine the man, that on the ground did lye. | |
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And eke the fruitfull-headed beast, amaz’d | also |
At flashing beames of that sunshiny shield, | |
Became starke blind, and all his senses daz’d, | |
That downe he tumbled on the durtie field, | |
And seem’d himselfe as conquered to yield. | |
Whom when his maistresse proud perceiu’d to fall, | |
Whiles yet his feeble feet for faintnesse reeld, | |
Vnto the Gyant loudly she gan call, | began to |
O helpe Orgoglio, helpe, or else we perish all. | |
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At her so pitteous cry was much amoou’d | |
Her champion stout, and for to ayde his frend, | |
Againe his wonted angry weapon proou’d: | usual — tested |
But all in vaine: for he has read his end | |
In that bright shield, and all their forces spend | |
Themselues in vaine: for since that glauncing sight, | |
He hath no powre to hurt, nor to defend; | |
As where th’Almighties lightning brond does light, | |
It dimmes the dazed eyen, and daunts the senses quight. | eyes — overcomes |
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Whom when the Prince, to battell new addrest, | |
And threatning high his dreadfull stroke did see, | |
His sparkling blade about his head he blest, | |
And smote off quite his right leg by the knee, | struck — entirely |
That downe he tombled; as an aged tree, | |
High growing on the top of rocky clift, | |
Whose hartstrings with keene steele nigh hewen be, | almost — cut |
The mightie trunck halfe rent, with ragged rift | split |
Doth roll adowne the rocks, and fall with fearefull drift. | |
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Or as a Castle reared high and round, | |
By subtile engins and malitious slight | |
Is vndermined from the lowest ground | |
And her foundation forst, and feebled quight, | |
At last downe falles, and with her heaped hight | |
Her hastie ruine does more heauie make, | |
And yields it selfe vnto the victours might; | |
Such was this Gyaunts fall, that seemd to shake | |
The stedfast globe of earth, as it for feare did quake. | unmoving |
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The knight then lightly leaping to the pray, | |
With mortall steele him smot againe so sore, | struck — terribly |
That headlesse his vnweldy bodie lay, | |
All wallowd in his owne fowle bloudy gore, | |
Which flowed from his wounds in wondrous store, | |
But soone as breath out of his breast did pas, | |
That huge great body, which the Gyaunt bore, | |
Was vanisht quite, and of that monstrous mas | |
Was nothing left, but like an emptie bladder was. | balloon |
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Whose grieuous fall, when false Duessa spide, | |
Her golden cup she cast vnto the ground, | |
And crowned mitre rudely threw aside; | roughly |
Such percing griefe her stubborne hart did wound, | |
That she could not endure that dolefull stound, | |
But leauing all behind her, fled away: | |
The light-foot Squire her quickly turnd around, | |
And by hard meanes enforcing her to stay, | |
So brought vnto his Lord, as his deserued pray. | |
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The royall Virgin, which beheld from farre, | |
In pensiue plight, and sad perplexitie, | situation — anxiety |
The whole atchieuement of this doubtfull warre, | |
Came running fast to greet his victorie, | |
With sober gladnesse, and myld modestie, | |
And with sweet ioyous cheare him thus bespake; | |
Faire braunch of noblesse, flowre of cheualrie, | |
That with your worth the world amazed make, | |
How shall I quite the paines, ye suffer for my sake? | repay |
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And you fresh bud of vertue springing fast, | |
Whom these sad eyes saw nigh vnto deaths dore, | almost |
What hath poore Virgin for such perill past, | |
Wherewith you to reward? Accept therefore | |
My simple selfe, and seruice euermore; | |
And he that high does sit, and all things see | |
With equall eyes, their merites to restore, | impartial |
Behold what ye this day haue done for mee, | |
And what I cannot quite, requite with vsuree. | |
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But sith the heauens, and your faire handeling | since |
Haue made you maister of the field this day, | |
Your fortune maister eke with gouerning, | also |
And well begun end all so well, I pray, | |
Ne let that wicked woman scape away; | |
For she it is, that did my Lord bethrall, | enslave |
My dearest Lord, and deepe in dongeon lay, | |
Where he his better dayes hath wasted all. | |
O heare, how piteous he to you for ayd does call. | |
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Forthwith he gaue in charge vnto his Squire, | |
That scarlot whore to keepen carefully; | |
Whiles he himselfe with greedie great desire | |
Into the Castle entred forcibly, | |
Where liuing creature none he did espye; | |
Then gan he lowdly through the house to call: | began |
But no man car’d to answere to his crye. | |
There raignd a solemne silence ouer all, | |
Nor voice was heard, nor wight was seene in bowre or hall. | person |
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At last with creeping crooked pace forth came | |
An old old man, with beard as white as snow, | |
That on a staffe his feeble steps did frame, | |
And guide his wearie gate both too and fro: | |
For his eye sight him failed long ygo, | |
And on his arme a bounch of keyes he bore, | |
The which vnused rust did ouergrow: | |
Those were the keyes of euery inner dore, | |
But he could not them vse, but kept them still in store. | |
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But very vncouth sight was to behold, | disturbing |
How he did fashion his vntoward pace, | |
For as he forward moou’d his footing old, | |
So backward still was turnd his wrincled face, | |
Vnlike to men, who euer as they trace, | |
Both feet and face one way are wont to lead. | |
This was the auncient keeper of that place, | |
And foster father of the Gyant dead; | |
His name Ignaro did his nature right aread. | |
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His reuerend haires and holy grauitie | |
The knight much honord, as beseemed well, | |
And gently askt, where all the people bee, | |
Which in that stately building wont to dwell. | |
Who answerd him full soft, he could not tell. | |
Againe he askt, where that same knight was layd, | |
Whom great Orgoglio with his puissaunce fell | fierce power |
Had made his caytiue thrall; againe he sayde, | captive slave |
He could not tell: ne euer other answere made. | |
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Then asked he, which way he in might pas: | |
He could not tell, againe he answered. | |
Thereat the curteous knight displeased was, | |
And said, Old sire, it seemes thou hast not red | father |
How ill it sits with that same siluer hed | |
In vaine to mocke, or mockt in vaine to bee: | |
But if thou be, as thou art pourtrahed | |
With natures pen, in ages graue degree, | |
Aread in grauer wise, what I demaund of thee. | |
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His answere likewise was, he could not tell. | |
Whose senceless speach, and doted ignorance | |
When as the noble Prince had marked well, | |
He ghest his nature by his countenance, | expression |
And calmd his wrath with goodly temperance. | |
Then to him stepping, from his arme did reach | |
Those keyes, and made himselfe free enterance. | |
Each dore he opened without any breach; | |
There was no barre to stop, nor foe him to empeach. | |
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There all within full rich arayd he found, | dressed |
With royall arras and resplendent gold. | tapestry |
And did with store of euery thing abound, | |
That greatest Princes presence might behold. | |
But all the floore (too filthy to be told) | |
With bloud of guiltlesse babes, and innocents trew, | |
Which there were slaine, as sheepe out of the fold, | |
Defiled was, that dreadfull was to vew, | |
And sacred ashes ouer it was strowed new. | |
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And there beside of marble stone was built | |
An Altare, caru’d with cunning imagery, | |
On which true Christians bloud was often spilt, | |
And holy Martyrs often doen to dye, | |
With cruell malice and strong tyranny: | |
Whose blessed sprites from vnderneath the stone | |
To God for vengeance cryde continually, | |
And with great griefe were often heard to grone, | |
That hardest heart would bleede, to heare their piteous mone. | |
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Through euery rowme he sought, and euery bowr, | |
But no where could he find that wofull thrall: | slave |
At last he came vnto an yron doore, | |
That fast was lockt, but key found not at all | tight |
Emongst that bounch, to open it withall; | |
But in the same a little grate was pight, | |
Through which he sent his voyce, and lowd did call | |
With all his powre, to weet, if liuing wight | know — person |
Were housed therewithin, whom he enlargen might. | |
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Therewith an hollow, dreary, murmuring voyce | |
These piteous plaints and dolours did resound; | prayers — pains |
O who is that, which brings me happy choyce | |
Of death, that here lye dying euery stound, | |
Yet liue perforce in balefull darkenesse bound? | terrible |
For now three Moones haue changed thrice their hew, | |
And haue beene thrice hid vnderneath the ground, | |
Since I the heauens chearefull face did vew, | |
O welcome thou, that doest of death bring tydings trew. | news |
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Which when that Champion heard, with percing point | |
Of pitty deare his hart was thrilled sore, | pierced — painfully |
And trembling horrour ran through euery ioynt, | |
For ruth of gentle knight so fowle forlore: | |
Which shaking off, he rent that yron dore, | |
With furious force, and indignation fell; | terrible |
Where entred in, his foot could find no flore, | |
But all a deepe descent, as darke as hell, | |
That breathed euer forth a filthie banefull smell. | |
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But neither darkenesse fowle, nor filthy bands, | |
Nor noyous smell his purpose could withhold, | |
(Entire affection hateth nicer hands) | |
But that with constant zeale, and courage bold, | |
After long paines and labours manifold, | |
He found the meanes that Prisoner vp to reare; | |
Whose feeble thighes, vnhable to vphold | |
His pined corse, him scarse to light could beare, | tormented — body — barely |
A ruefull spectacle of death and ghastly drere. | |
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His sad dull eyes deepe sunck in hollow pits, | |
Could not endure th’vnwonted sunne to view; | unfamiliar |
His bare thin cheekes for want of better bits, | lack |
And empty sides deceiued of their dew, | |
Could make a stony hart his hap to rew; | |
His rawbone armes, whose mighty brawned bowrs | |
Were wont to riue steele plates, and helmets hew, | split |
Were cleane consum’d, and all his vitall powres | |
Decayd, and all his flesh shronk vp like withered flowres. | |
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Whom when his Lady saw, to him she ran | |
With hasty ioy: to see him made her glad, | |
And sad to view his visage pale and wan, | face |
Who earst in flowres of freshest youth was clad. | |
Tho when her well of teares she wasted had, | |
She said, Ah dearest Lord, what euill starre | |
On you hath fround, and pourd his influence bad, | |
That of your selfe ye thus berobbed arre, | |
And this misseeming hew your manly looks doth marre? | |
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But welcome now my Lord, in wele or woe, | |
Whose presence I haue lackt too long a day; | |
And fie on Fortune mine auowed foe, | |
Whose wrathfull wreakes them selues do now alay. | |
And for these wrongs shall treble penaunce pay | |
Of treble good: good growes of euils priefe. | |
The chearelesse man, whom sorrow did dismay, | |
Had no delight to treaten of his griefe; | |
His long endured famine needed more reliefe. | |
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Faire Lady, then said that victorious knight, | |
The things, that grieuous were to do, or beare, | |
Them to renew, I wote, breeds no delight: | |
Best musicke breeds delight in loathing eare: | |
But th’onely good, that growes of passed feare, | |
Is to be wise, and ware of like agein. | careful — the same |
This dayes ensample hath this lesson deare | example |
Deepe written in my heart with yron pen, | |
That blisse may not abide in state of mortall men. | |
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Henceforth sir knight, take to you wonted strength, | customary |
And maister these mishaps with patient might; | |
Loe where your foe lyes stretcht in monstrous length, | |
And loe that wicked woman in your sight, | |
The roote of all your care, and wretched plight, | situation |
Now in your powre, to let her liue, or dye. | |
To do her dye (quoth Vna) were despight, | |
And shame t’auenge so weake an enimy; | |
But spoile her of her scarlot robe, and let her fly. | |
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So as she bad, that witch they disaraid, | |
And robd of royall robes, and purple pall, | |
And ornaments that richly were displaid; | |
Ne spared they to strip her naked all. | |
Then when they had despoild her tire and call, | |
Such as she was, their eyes might her behold, | |
That her misshaped parts did them appall, | |
A loathly, wrinckled hag, ill fauoured, old, | |
Whose secret filth good manners biddeth not be told. | |
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Her craftie head was altogether bald, | |
And as in hate of honorable eld, | old age |
Was ouergrowne with scurfe and filthy scald; | |
Her teeth out of her rotten gummes were feld, | |
And her sowre breath abhominably smeld; | |
Her dried dugs, like bladders lacking wind, | breasts — balloons |
Hong downe, and filthy matter from them weld; | |
Her wrizled skin as rough, as maple rind, | |
So scabby was, that would haue loathd all womankind. | |
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Her neather parts, the shame of all her kind, | |
My chaster Muse for shame doth blush to write; | |
But at her rompe she growing had behind | |
A foxes taile, with dong all fowly dight; | dung — covered |
And eke her feete most monstrous were in sight; | also |
For one of them was like an Eagles claw, | |
With griping talaunts armd to greedy fight, | |
The other like a Beares vneuen paw: | |
More vgly shape yet neuer liuing creature saw. | |
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Which when the knights beheld, amazd they were, | |
And wondred at so fowle deformed wight. | person |
Such then (said Vna) as she seemeth here, | |
Such is the face of falshood, such the sight | |
Of fowle Duessa, when her borrowed light | |
Is laid away, and counterfesaunce knowne. | |
Thus when they had the witch disrobed quight, | |
And all her filthy feature open showne, | |
They let her goe at will, and wander wayes vnknowne. | |
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She flying fast from heauens hated face, | |
And from the world that her discouered wide, | |
Fled to the wastfull wildernesse apace, | |
From liuing eyes her open shame to hide, | |
And lurkt in rocks and caues long vnespide. | |
But that faire crew of knights, and Vna faire | |
Did in that castle afterwards abide, | |
To rest them selues, and weary powres repaire, | |
Where store they found of all, that dainty was and rare. | |
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His loues and lignage Arthur tells The knights knit friendly bands: Sir Treuisan flies from Despayre, Whom Redcrosse knight withstands. |
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O Goodly golden chaine, wherewith yfere | |
The vertues linked are in louely wize: | |
And noble minds of yore allyed were, | |
In braue poursuit of cheualrous emprize, | |
That none did others safety despize, | |
Nor aid enuy to him, in need that stands, | |
But friendly each did others prayse deuize | |
How to aduaunce with fauourable hands, | |
As this good Prince redeemd the Redcrosse knight from bands. | |
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Who when their powres, empaird through labour long, | |
With dew repast they had recured well, | food |
And that weake captiue wight now wexed strong, | person — grew |
Them list no lenger there at leasure dwell, | they wanted |
But forward fare, as their aduentures fell, | terrible |
But ere they parted, Vna faire besought | before |
That straunger knight his name and nation tell; | |
Least so great good, as he for her had wrought, | |
Should die vnknown, & buried be in thanklesse thought. | |
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Faire virgin (said the Prince) ye me require | |
A thing without the compas of my wit: | |
For both the lignage and the certain Sire, | father |
From which I sprong, from me are hidden yit. | |
For all so soone as life did me admit | |
Into this world, and shewed heauens light, | showed |
From mothers pap I taken was vnfit: | |
And streight deliuered to a Faery knight, | |
To be vpbrought in gentle thewes and martiall might. | |
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Vnto old Timon he me brought byliue, | |
Old Timon, who in youthly yeares hath beene | |
In warlike feates th’expertest man aliue, | |
And is the wisest now on earth I weene; | believe |
His dwelling is low in a valley greene, | |
Vnder the foot of Rauran mossy hore, | |
From whence the riuer Dee as siluer cleene | which |
His tombling billowes rolls with gentle rore: | |
There all my dayes he traind me vp in vertuous lore. | |
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Thither the great Magicien Merlin came, | to there |
As was his vse, ofttimes to visit me: | |
For he had charge my discipline to frame, | build up |
And Tutours nouriture to ouersee. | |
Him oft and oft I askt in priuitie, | |
Of what loines and what lignage I did spring: | |
Whose aunswere bad me still assured bee, | ordered |
That I was sonne and heire vnto a king, | |
As time in her iust terme the truth to light should bring. | |
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Well worthy impe, said then the Lady gent, | |
And Pupill fit for such a Tutours hand. | |
But what aduenture, or what high intent | |
Hath brought you hither into Faery land, | to here |
Aread Prince Arthur, crowne of Martiall band? | |
Full hard it is (quoth he) to read aright | says — correctly |
The course of heauenly cause, or vnderstand | |
The secret meaning of th’eternall might, | |
That rules mens wayes, and rules the thoughts of liuing wight. | person |
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For whither he through fatall deepe foresight | to where |
Me hither sent, for cause to me vnghest, | to here |
Or that fresh bleeding wound, which day and night | |
Whilome doth rancle in my riuen brest, | once — split |
With forced fury following his behest, | |
Me hither brought by wayes yet neuer found, | to here |
You to haue helpt I hold my selfe yet blest. | |
Ah curteous knight (quoth she) what secret wound | |
Could euer find, to grieue the gentlest hart on ground? | |
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Deare Dame (quoth he) you sleeping sparkes awake, | |
Which troubled once, into huge flames will grow, | |
Ne euer will their feruent fury slake, | |
Till liuing moysture into smoke do flow, | |
And wasted life do lye in ashes low. | |
Yet sithens silence lesseneth not my fire, | |
But told it flames, and hidden it does glow, | |
I will reuele, what ye so much desire: | |
Ah Loue, lay downe thy bow, the whiles I may respire. | |
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It was in freshest flowre of youthly yeares, | |
When courage first does creepe in manly chest, | |
Then first the coale of kindly heat appeares | natural |
To kindle loue in euery liuing brest; | |
But me had warnd old Timons wise behest, | |
Those creeping flames by reason to subdew, | |
Before their rage grew to so great vnrest, | |
As miserable louers vse to rew, | |
Which still wex old in woe, whiles woe still wexeth new. | grow — grow |
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That idle name of loue, and louers life, | |
As losse of time, and vertues enimy | |
I euer scornd, and ioyd to stirre vp strife, | |
In middest of their mournfull Tragedy, | |
Ay wont to laugh, when them I heard to cry, | |
And blow the fire, which them to ashes brent: | |
Their God himselfe, grieu’d at my libertie, | |
Shot many a dart at me with fiers intent, | |
But I them warded all with wary gouernment. | |
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But all in vaine: no fort can be so strong, | |
Ne fleshly brest can armed be so sound, | |
But will at last be wonne with battrie long, | |
Or vnawares at disauantage found; | |
Nothing is sure, that growes on earthly ground: | |
And who most trustes in arme of fleshly might, | |
And boasts, in beauties chaine not to be bound, | |
Doth soonest fall in disauentrous fight, | |
And yeeldes his caytiue neck to victours most despight. | captive |
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Ensample make of him your haplesse ioy, | example — unfortunate |
And of my selfe now mated, as ye see; | |
Whose prouder vaunt that proud auenging boy | |
Did soone pluck downe, and curbd my libertie. | |
For on a day prickt forth with iollitie | |
Of looser life, and heat of hardiment, | |
Raunging the forest wide on courser free, | |
The fields, the floods, the heauens with one consent | |
Did seeme to laugh on me, and fauour mine intent. | |
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For-wearied with my sports, I did alight | exhausted — get down |
From loftie steed, and downe to sleepe me layd; | |
The verdant gras my couch did goodly dight, | green — cover |
And pillow was my helmet faire displayd: | |
Whiles euery sence the humour sweet embayd, | fluid — steeped |
And slombring soft my hart did steale away, | |
Me seemed, by my side a royall Mayd | |
Her daintie limbes full softly down did lay: | |
So faire a creature yet saw neuer sunny day. | |
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Most goodly glee and louely blandishment | |
She to me made, and bad me loue her deare, | told |
For dearely sure her loue was to me bent, | |
As when iust time expired should appeare. | |
But whether dreames delude, or true it were, | |
Was neuer hart so rauisht with delight, | |
Ne liuing man like words did euer heare, | similar |
As she to me deliuered all that night; | |
And at her parting said, She Queene of Faeries hight. | called |
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When I awoke, and found her place deuoyd, | |
And nought but pressed gras, where she had lyen, | nothing |
Isorrowed all so much, as earst I ioyd, | |
And washed all her place with watry eyen. | eyes |
From that day forth I lou’d that face diuine; | |
From that day forth I cast in carefull mind, | |
To seeke her out with labour, and long tyne, | |
And neuer vow to rest, till her I find, | |
Nine monethes I seeke in vaine yet ni’ll that vow vnbind. | |
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Thus as he spake, his visage wexed pale, | face — grew |
And chaunge of hew great passion did bewray; | |
Yet still he stroue to cloke his inward bale, | |
And hide the smoke, that did his fire display, | |
Till gentle Vna thus to him gan say; | began to |
O happy Queene of Faeries, that hast found | |
Mongst many, one that with his prowesse may | |
Defend thine honour, and thy foes confound: | |
True Loues are often sown, but seldom grow on ground. | |
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Thine, O then, said the gentle Redcrosse knight, | |
Next to that Ladies loue, shalbe the place, | |
O fairest virgin, full of heauenly light, | |
Whose wondrous faith, exceeding earthly race, | |
Was firmest fixt in mine extremest case, | |
And you, my Lord, the Patrone of my life, | |
Of that great Queene may well gaine worthy grace: | |
For onely worthy you through prowes priefe | |
Yf liuing man mote worthy be, to be her liefe. | |
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So diuersly discoursing of their loues, | divertingly |
The golden Sunne his glistring head gan shew, | began to show |
And sad remembraunce now the Prince amoues, | |
With fresh desire his voyage to pursew: | |
Als Vna earnd her traueill to renew. | |
Then those two knights, fast friendship for to bynd, | close |
And loue establish each to other trew, | |
Gaue goodly gifts, the signes of gratefull mynd, | |
And eke as pledges firme, right hands together ioynd. | also |
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Prince Arthur gaue a boxe of Diamond sure, | |
Embowd with gold and gorgeous ornament, | |
Wherein were closd few drops of liquor pure, | |
Of wondrous worth, and vertue excellent, | power |
That any wound could heale incontinent: | |
Which to requite, the Redcrosse knight him gaue | |
A booke, wherein his Saueours testament | |
Was writ with golden letters rich and braue; | |
A worke of wondrous grace, and able soules to saue. | |
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Thus beene they parted, Arthur on his way | |
To seeke his loue, and th’other for to fight | |
With Vnaes foe, that all her realme did pray. | |
But she now weighing the decayed plight, | situation |
And shrunken synewes of her chosen knight, | |
Would not a while her forward course pursew, | |
Ne bring him forth in face of dreadfull fight, | |
Till he recouered had his former hew: | |
For him to be yet weake and wearie well she knew. | |
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So as they traueild, lo they gan espy | began to |
An armed knight towards them gallop fast, | |
That seemed from some feared foe to fly, | |
Or other griesly thing, that him agast. | |
Still as he fled, his eye was backward cast, | |
As if his feare still followed him behind; | |
Als flew his steed, as he his bands had brast, | |
And with his winged heeles did tread the wind, | |
As he had beene a fole of Pegasus his kind. | |
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Nigh as he drew, they might perceiue his head | |
To be vnarmd, and curld vncombed heares | |
Vpstaring stiffe, dismayd with vncouth dread; | disturbing |
Nor drop of bloud in all his face appeares | |
Nor life in limbe: and to increase his feares, | |
In fowle reproch of knighthoods faire degree, | |
About his neck an hempen rope he weares, | |
That with his glistring armes does ill agree; | |
But he of rope or armes has now no memoree. | |
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The Redcrosse knight toward him crossed fast, | |
To weet, what mister wight was so dismayd: | know — kind of person |
There him he finds all sencelesse and aghast, | |
That of him selfe he seemd to be afrayd; | |
Whom hardly he from flying forward stayd, | |
Till he these wordes to him deliuer might; | |
Sir knight, aread who hath ye thus arayd, | tell — dressed |
And eke from whom make ye this hasty flight: | also |
For neuer knight I saw in such misseeming plight. | unsuitable situation |
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He answerd nought at all, but adding new | nothing |
Feare to his first amazment, staring wide | |
With stony eyes, and hartlesse hollow hew, | |
Astonisht stood, as one that had aspide | |
Infernall furies, with their chaines vntide. | |
Him yet againe, and yet againe bespake | |
The gentle knight; who nought to him replide, | nothing |
But trembling euery ioynt did inly quake, | |
And foltring tongue at last these words seemd forth to shake. | |
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For Gods deare loue, Sir knight, do me not stay; | |
For loe he comes, he comes fast after mee. | behold |
Eft looking backe would faine haue runne away; | after — gladly |
But he him forst to stay, and tellen free | |
The secret cause of his perplexitie: | anxiety |
Yet nathemore by his bold hartie speach, | |
Could his bloud-frosen hart emboldned bee, | |
But through his boldnesse rather feare did reach, | |
Yet forst, at last he made through silence suddein breach. | |
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And am I now in safetie sure (quoth he) | |
From him, that would haue forced me to dye? | |
And is the point of death now turnd fro mee, | |
That I may tell this haplesse history? | unfortunate |
Feare nought: (quoth he) no daunger now is nye? | nothing — near |
Then shall I you recount a ruefull cace, | |
(Said he) the which with this vnlucky eye | |
I late beheld, and had not greater grace | recently |
Me reft from it, had bene partaker of the place. | tore |
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I lately chaunst (Would I had neuer chaunst) | happened |
With a faire knight to keepen companee, | |
Sir Terwin hight, that well himselfe aduaunst | called — advanced |
In all affaires, and was both bold and free, | |
But not so happie as mote happie bee: | |
He lou’d, as was his lot, a Ladie gent, | |
That him againe lou’d in the least degree: | |
For she was proud, and of too high intent, | |
And ioyd to see her louer languish and lament. | |
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[Fleeing from Despair] |
From whom returning sad and comfortlesse, | |
As on the way together we did fare, | |
We met that villen (God from him me blesse) | |
That cursed wight, from whom I scapt whyleare, | person — earlier |
A man of hell, that cals himselfe Despaire: | |
Who first vs greets, and after faire areedes | advice |
Of tydings strange, and of aduentures rare: | news |
So creeping close, as Snake in hidden weedes, | |
Inquireth of our states, and of our knightly deedes. | |
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Which when he knew, and felt ourfeeble harts | |
Embost with bale, and bitter byting griefe, | |
Which loue had launched with his deadly darts, | |
With wounding words and termes of foule repriefe | |
He pluckt from vs all hope of due reliefe, | |
That earst vs held in loue of lingring life; | |
Then hopelesse hartlesse, gan the cunning thiefe | began |
Perswade vs die, to stint all further strife: | |
To me he lent this rope, to him a rustie knife. | |
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With which sad instrument of hastie death, | |
That wofull louer, loathing lenger light, | |
A wide way made to let forth liuing breath. | |
But I more fearefull, or more luckie wight, | person |
Dismayd with that deformed dismall sight, | |
Fled fast away, halfe dead with dying feare: | |
Ne yet assur’d of life by you, Sir knight, | |
Whose like infirmitie like chaunce may beare: | similar |
But God you neuer let his charmed speeches heare. | |
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How may a man (said he) with idle speach | |
Be wonne, to spoyle the Castle of his health? | |
I wote (quoth he) whom triall late did teach, | knew — recently |
That like would not for all this worldes wealth: | the same |
His subtill tongue, like dropping honny, mealt’th | |
Into the hart, and searcheth euery vaine, | |
That ere one be aware, by secret stealth | before |
His powre is reft, and weaknesse doth remaine. | taken |
O neuer Sir desire to try his guilefull traine. | deceit |
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Certes (said he) hence shall I neuer rest, | certainly — from here |
Till I that treachours art haue heard and tride; | |
And you Sir knight, whose name mote I request, | |
Of grace do me vnto his cabin guide. | |
I that hight Treuisan (quoth he) will ride | am called |
Against my liking backe, to doe you grace: | |
But nor for gold nor glee will I abide | |
By you, when ye arriue in that same place; | |
For leuer had I die, then see his deadly face. | |
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Ere long they come, where that same wicked wight | person |
His dwelling has, low in an hollow caue, | |
Farre vnderneath a craggie clift ypight, | placed |
Darke, dolefull, drearie, like a greedie graue, | |
That still for carrion carcases doth craue: | |
On top whereof aye dwelt the ghastly Owle, | |
Shrieking his balefull note, which euer draue | terrible |
Farre from that haunt all other chearefull fowle; | |
And all about it wandring ghostes did waile and howle. | |
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And all about old stockes and stubs of trees, | |
Whereon nor fruit, nor leafe was euer seene, | |
Did hang vpon the ragged rocky knees; | |
On which had many wretches hanged beene, | |
Whose carcases were scattered on the greene, | |
And throwne about the cliffs. Arriued there, | |
That bare-head knight for dread and dolefull teene, | injury |
Would faine haue fled, ne durst approchen neare, | gladly — dared |
But th’other forst him stay, and comforted in feare. | |
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That darkesome caue they enter, where they find | |
That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, | |
Musing full sadly in his sullein mind; | |
His griesie lockes, long growen, and vnbound, | |
Disordred hong about his shoulders round, | |
And hid his face; through which his hollow eyne | eyes |
Lookt deadly dull, and stared as astound; | |
His raw-bone cheekes through penurie and pine, | poverty — starvation |
Were shronke into his iawes, as he did neuer dine. | |
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His garment nought but many ragged clouts, | nothing — patches |
With thornes together pind and patched was, | |
The which his naked sides he wrapt abouts; | |
And him beside there lay vpon the gras | |
A drearie corse, whose life away did pas, | corpse |
All wallowd in his owne yet luke-warme blood, | |
That from his wound yet welled fresh alas; | |
In which a rustie knife fast fixed stood, | firmly |
And made an open passage for the gushing flood. | |
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Which piteous spectacle, approuing trew | |
The wofull tale that Treuisan had told, | |
When as the gentle Redcrosse knight did vew, | |
With firie zeale he burnt in courage bold, | |
Him to auenge, before his bloud were cold, | |
And to the villein said, Thou damned wight, | person |
The author of this fact, we here behold, | |
What iustice can but iudge against thee right, | |
With thine owne bloud to price his bloud, here shed in sight. | pay for |
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What franticke fit (quoth he) hath thus distraught | |
Thee, foolish man, so rash a doome to giue? | |
What iustice euer other iudgement taught, | |
But he should die, who merites not to liue? | |
None else to death this man despayring driue, | |
But his owne guiltie mind deseruing death. | |
Is then vniust to each his due to giue? | |
Or let him die, that loatheth liuing breath? | |
Or let him die at ease, that liueth here vneath? | |
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Who trauels by the wearie wandring way, | |
To come vnto his wished home in haste, | |
And meetes a flood, that doth his passage stay, | |
Is not great grace to helpe him ouer past, | |
Or free his feet, that in the myre sticke fast? | firmly |
Most enuious man, that grieues at neighbours good, | |
And fond, that ioyest in the woe thou hast, | foolish |
Why wilt not let him passe, that long hath stood | |
Vpon the banke, yet wilt thy selfe not passe the flood? | |
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He there does now enioy eternall rest | |
And happie ease, which thou doest want and craue, | |
And further from it daily wanderest: | |
What if some litle paine the passage haue, | |
That makes fraile flesh to feare the bitter waue? | |
Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease, | |
And layes the soule to sleepe in quiet graue? | |
Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas, | |
Ease after warre, death after life does greatly please. | |
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The knight much wondred at his suddeine wit, | intelligence |
And said, The terme of life is limited, | |
Ne may a man prolong, nor shorten it; | |
The souldier may not moue from watchfull sted, | |
Nor leaue his stand, vntill his Captaine bed. | bid |
Who life did limit by almightie doome, | |
(Quoth he) knowes best the termes established; | |
And he, that points the Centonell his roome, | |
Doth license him depart at sound of morning droome. | drum |
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Is not his deed, what euer thing is donne, | |
In heauen and earth? did not he all create | |
To die againe? all ends that was begonne. | |
Their times in his eternall booke of fate | |
Are written sure, and haue their certaine date. | |
Who then can striue with strong necessitie, | |
That holds the world in his still chaunging state, | |
Or shunne the death ordaynd by destinie? | |
When houre of death is come, let none aske whence, nor why. | from where |
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The lenger life, I wote the greater sin, | |
The greater sin, the greater punishment: | |
All those great battels, which thou boasts to win, | |
Through strife, and bloud-shed, and auengement, | |
Now praysd, hereafter deare thou shalt repent: | |
For life must life, and bloud must bloud repay. | |
Is not enough thy euill life forespent? | |
For he, that once hath missed the right way, | |
The further he doth goe, the further he doth stray. | |
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Then do no further goe, no further stray, | |
But here lie downe, and to thy rest betake, | |
Th’ill to preuent, that life ensewen may. | |
For what hath life, that may it loued make, | |
And giues not rather cause it to forsake? | abandon |
Feare, sicknesse, age, losse, labour, sorrow, strife, | |
Paine, hunger, cold, that makes the hart to quake; | |
And euer fickle fortune rageth rife, | |
All which, and thousands mo do make a loathsome life. | |
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Thou wretched man, of death hast greatest need, | |
If in true ballance thou wilt weigh thy state: | |
For neuer knight, that dared warlike deede, | |
More lucklesse disauentures did amate: | |
Witnesse the dongeon deepe, wherein of late | |
Thy life shut vp, for death so oft did call; | |
And though good lucke prolonged hath thy date, | |
Yet death then, would the like mishaps forestall, | same |
Into the which hereafter thou maiest happen fall. | |
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Why then doest thou, O man of sin, desire | |
To draw thy dayes forth to their last degree? | |
Is not the measure of thy sinfull hire | |
High heaped vp with huge iniquitie, | shame |
Against the day of wrath, to burden thee? | |
Is not enough, that to this Ladie milde | |
Thou falsed hast thy faith with periurie, | betrayed |
And sold thy selfe to serue Duessa vilde, | vile |
With whom in all abuse thou hast thy selfe defilde? | |
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Is not he iust, that all this doth behold | |
From highest heauen, and beares an equall eye? | impartial |
Shall he thy sins vp in his knowledge fold, | |
And guiltie be of thine impietie? | |
Is not his law, Let euery sinner die: | |
Die shall all flesh? what then must needs be donne, | |
Is it not better to doe willinglie, | |
Then linger, till the glasse be all out ronne? | |
Death is the end of woes: die soone, O faeries sonne. | |
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The knight was much enmoued with his speach, | |
That as a swords point through his hart did perse, | |
And in his conscience made a secret breach, | |
Well knowing true all, that he did reherse, | |
And to his fresh remembrance did reuerse | |
The vgly vew of his deformed crimes, | |
That all his manly powres it did disperse, | |
As he were charmed with inchaunted rimes, | |
That oftentimes he quakt, and fainted oftentimes. | |
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In which amazement, when the Miscreant | |
Perceiued him to wauer weake and fraile, | |
Whiles trembling horror did his conscience dant, | |
And hellish anguish did his soule assaile, | |
To driue him to despaire, and quite to quaile, | |
He shew’d him painted in a table plaine, | showed |
The damned ghosts, that doe in torments waile, | |
And thousand feends that doe them endlesse paine | |
With fire and brimstone, which for euer shall remaine. | |
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The sight whereof so throughly him dismaid, | |
That nought but death before his eyes he saw, | nothing |
And euer burning wrath before him laid, | |
By righteous sentence of th’Almighties law: | |
Then gan the villein him to ouercraw, | began — overpower |
And brought vnto him swords, ropes, poison, fire, | |
And all that might him to perdition draw; | |
And bad him choose, what death he would desire: | told |
For death was due to him, that had prouokt Gods ire. | |
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But when as none of them he saw him take, | |
He to him raught a dagger sharpe and keene, | |
And gaue it him in hand: his hand did quake, | |
And tremble like a leafe of Aspin greene, | |
And troubled bloud through his pale face was seene | |
To come, and goe with tydings from the hart, | news |
As it a running messenger had beene. | |
At last resolu’d to worke his finall smart, | pain |
He lifted vp his hand, that backe againe did start. | |
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Which when as Vna saw, through euery vaine | |
The crudled cold ran to her well of life, | |
As in a swowne: but soone reliu’d againe, | |
Out of his hand she snatcht the cursed knife, | |
And threw it to the ground, enraged rife, | |
And to him said, Fie, fie, faint harted knight, | |
What meanest thou by this reprochfull strife? | |
Is this the battell, which thou vauntst to fight | |
With that fire-mouthed Dragon, horrible and bright? | |
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Come, come away, fraile, seely, fleshly wight, | innocent — person |
Ne let vaine words bewitch thy manly hart, | |
Ne diuelish thoughts dismay thy constant spright. | unbending spirit |
In heauenly mercies hast thou not a part? | |
Why shouldst thou then despeire, that chosen art? | |
Where iustice growes, there grows eke greater grace, | also |
The which doth quench the brond of hellish smart, | fire — pain |
And that accurst hand-writing doth deface, | |
Arise, Sir knight arise, and leaue this cursed place. | |
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So vp he rose, and thence amounted streight. | from there |
Which when the carle beheld, and saw his guest | scoundrel |
Would safe depart, for all his subtill sleight, | |
He chose an halter from among the rest, | |
And with it hung himselfe, vnbid vnblest. | |
But death he could not worke himselfe thereby; | |
For thousand times he so himselfe had drest, | |
Yet nathelesse it could not doe him die, | |
Till he should die his last, that is eternally. | |
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Her faithfull knight faire Vna brings to house of Holinesse, Where he is taught repentance, and the way to heauenly blesse. |
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What man is he, that boasts of fleshly might, | |
And vaine assurance of mortality, | |
Which all so soone, as it doth come to fight, | |
Against spirituall foes, yeelds by and by, | |
Or from the field most cowardly doth fly? | |
Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill, | |
That thorough grace hath gained victory. | |
If any strength we haue, it is to ill, | |
But all the good is Gods, both power and eke will. | also |
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By that, which lately hapned, Vna saw, | |
That this her knight was feeble, and too faint; | |
And all his sinews woxen weake and raw, | grew |
Through long enprisonment, and hard constraint, | |
Which he endured in his late restraint, | recent |
That yet he was vnfit for bloudie fight: | |
Therefore to cherish him with diets daint, | |
She cast to bring him, where he chearen might, | |
Till he recouered had his late decayed plight. | recently — situation |
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There was an auntient house not farre away, | |
Renowmd throughout the world for sacred lore, | |
And pure vnspotted life: so well they say | |
It gouernd was, and guided euermore, | |
Through wisedome of a matrone graue and hore; | |
Whose onely ioy was to relieue the needes | |
Of wretched soules, and helpe the helpelesse pore: | |
All night she spent in bidding of her bedes, | |
And all the day in doing good and godly deedes. | |
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Dame Cælia men did her call, as thought | |
From heauen to come, or thither to arise, | to there |
The mother of three daughters, well vpbrought | |
In goodly thewes, and godly exercise: | |
The eldest two most sober, chast, and wise, | |
Fidelia and Speranza virgins were, | |
Though spousd, yet wanting wedlocks solemnize; | enaged — lacking the official sanction of marriage |
But faire Charissa to a louely fere | |
Was lincked, and by him had many pledges dere. | |
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Arriued there, the dore they find fast lockt; | tightly |
For it was warely watched night and day, | |
For feare of many foes: but when they knockt, | |
The Porter opened vnto them streight way: | |
He was an aged syre, all hory gray, | |
With lookes full lowly cast, and gate full slow, | |
Wont on a staffe his feeble steps to stay, | |
Hight Humiltá. They passe in stouping low; | called |
For streight & narrow was the way, which he did show. | |
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Each goodly thing is hardest to begin, | |
But entred in a spacious court they see, | |
Both plaine, and pleasant to be walked in, | |
Where them does meete a francklin faire and free, | |
And entertaines with comely courteous glee, | |
His name was Zele, that him right well became, | suited him well |
For in his speeches and behauiour hee | |
Did labour liuely to expresse the same, | |
And gladly did them guide, till to the Hall they came. | |
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There fairely them receiues a gentle Squire, | |
Of milde demeanure, and rare courtesie, | |
Right cleanly clad in comely sad attire; | |
In word and deede that shew’d great modestie, | showed |
And knew his good to all of each degree, | |
Hight Reuerence. He them with speeches meet | called &mash; appropriate |
Does faire entreat; no courting nicetie, | |
But simple true, and eke vnfained sweet, | also — genuinely |
As might become a Squire so great persons to greet. | |
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And afterwards them to his Dame he leades, | |
That aged Dame, the Ladie of the place: | |
Who all this while was busie at her beades: | |
Which doen, she vp arose with seemely grace, | fitting |
And toward them full matronely did pace. | |
Where when that fairest Vna she beheld, | |
Whom well she knew to spring from heauenly race, | |
Her hart with ioy vnwonted inly sweld, | unfamiliar |
As feeling wondrous comfort in her weaker eld. | |
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And her embracing said, O happie earth, | |
Whereon thy innocent feet doe euer tread, | |
Most vertuous virgin borne of heauenly berth, | |
That to redeeme thy woefull parents head, | |
From tyrans rage, and euer-dying dread, | |
Hast wandred through the world now long a day; | |
Yet ceasest not thy wearie soles to lead, | |
What grace hath thee now hither brought this way? | to here |
Or doen thy feeble feet vnweeting hither stray? | unknowingly — to here |
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Strange thing it is an errant knight to see | wandering |
Here in this place, or any other wight, | person |
That hither turnes his steps. So few there bee, | to here |
That chose the narrow path, or seeke the right: | |
All keepe the broad high way, and take delight | |
With many rather for to go astray, | |
And be partakers of their euill plight, | situation |
Then with a few to walke the rightest way; | |
O foolish men, why haste ye to your owne decay? | |
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Thy selfe to see, and tyred limbs to rest, | |
O matrone sage (quoth she) I hither came, | to here |
And this good knight his way with me addrest, | |
Led with thy prayses and broad-blazed fame, | |
That vp to heauen is blowne. The auncient Dame | |
Him goodly greeted in her modest guise, | |
And entertaynd them both, as best became, | was most proper |
With all the court’sies, that she could deuise. | manage |
Ne wanted ought, to shew her bounteous or wise. | lacked nothing &mdahs; show |
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Thus as they gan of sundry things deuise, | began — various — plan |
Loe two most goodly virgins came in place, | |
Ylinked arme in arme in louely wise, | |
With countenance demure, and modest grace, | modest expression |
They numberd euen steps and equall pace: | |
Of which the eldest, that Fidelia hight, | is called |
Like sunny beames threw from her Christall face, | |
That could haue dazd the rash beholders sight, | |
And round about her head did shine like heauens light. | |
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She was araied all in lilly white, | |
And in her right hand bore a cup of gold, | |
With wine and water fild vp to the hight, | |
In which a Serpent did himselfe enfold, | |
That horrour made to all, that did behold; | |
But she no whit did chaunge her constant mood: | |
And in her other hand she fast did hold | firmly |
A booke, that was both signd and seald with blood, | |
Wherein darke things were writ, hard to be vnderstood. | |
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Her younger sister, that Speranza hight, | was called |
Was clad in blew, that her beseemed well; | |
Not all so chearefull seemed she of sight, | |
As was her sister; whether dread did dwell, | |
Or anguish in her hart, is hard to tell: | |
Vpon her arme a siluer anchor lay, | |
Whereon she leaned euer, as befell: | happened |
And euer vp to heauen, as she did pray, | |
Her stedfast eyes were bent, ne swarued other way. | steady |
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They seeing Vna, towards her gan wend, | began to go |
Who them encounters with like courtesie; | similar |
Many kind speeches they betwene them spend, | |
And greatly ioy each other well to see: | |
Then to the knight with shamefast modestie | bashful |
They turne themselues, at Vnaes meeke request, | |
And him salute with well beseeming glee: | |
Who faire them quites, as him beseemed best, | repays |
And goodly gan discourse of many a noble gest. | began to |
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Then Vna thus; But she your sister deare; | |
The deare Charissa where is she become? | |
Or wants she health, or busie is elsewhere? | lacks |
Ah no, said they, but forth she may not come: | |
For she of late is lightned of her wombe, | |
And hath encreast the world with one sonne more, | |
That her to see should be but troublesome. | |
Indeede (quoth she) that should her trouble sore, | painful |
But thankt be God, and her encrease so euermore. | |
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Then said the aged Coelia, Deare dame, | |
And you good Sir, I wote that of your toyle, | |
And labours long, through which ye hither came, | to here |
Ye both forwearied be: therefore a whyle | exhausted |
Iread you rest, and to your bowres recoyle. | |
Then called she a Groome, that forth him led | |
Into a goodly lodge, and gan despoile | began to |
Of puissant armes, and laid in easie bed; | powerful |
His name was meeke Obedience rightfully ared. | |
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Now when their wearie limbes with kindly rest, | |
And bodies were refresht with due repast, | food |
Faire Vna gan Fidelia faire request, | began |
To haue her knight into her schoolehouse plaste, | |
That of her heauenly learning he might taste, | |
And heare the wisedome of her words diuine. | |
She graunted, and that knight so much agraste, | |
That she him taught celestiall discipline, | |
And opened his dull eyes, that light mote in them shine. | |
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And that her sacred Booke, with bloud ywrit, | |
That none could read, except she did them teach, | |
She vnto him disclosed euery whit, | |
And heauenly documents thereout did preach, | |
That weaker wit of man could neuer reach, | intelligence |
Of God, of grace, of iustice, of free will, | |
That wonder was to heare her goodly speach: | |
For she was able, with her words to kill, | |
And raise againe to life the hart, that she did thrill. | penetrate |
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And when she list poure out her larger spright, | likes &mdadsh; spirit |
She would commaund the hastie Sunne to stay, | |
Or backward turne his course from heauens hight; | |
Sometimes great hostes of men she could dismay, | |
Dry-shod to passe, she parts the flouds in tway; | |
And eke huge mountaines from their natiue seat | also — place |
She would commaund, themselues to beare away, | |
And throw in raging sea with roaring threat. | |
Almightie God her gaue such powre, and puissance great. | power |
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The faithfull knight now grew in litle space, | |
By hearing her, and by her sisters lore, | |
To such perfection of all heauenly grace, | |
That wretched world he gan for to abhore, | began |
And mortall life gan loath, as thing forlore, | began — lost |
Greeu’d with remembrance of his wicked wayes, | |
And prickt with anguish of his sinnes so sore, | badly |
That he desirde to end his wretched dayes: | |
So much the dart of sinfull guilt the soule dismayes. | |
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But wise Speranza gaue him comfort sweet, | |
And taught him how to take assured hold | |
Vpon her siluer anchor, as was meet; | appropriate |
Else had his sinnes so great, and manifold | |
Made him forget all that Fidelia told. | |
In this distressed doubtfull agonie, | |
When him his dearest Vna did behold, | |
Disdeining life, desiring leaue to die, | |
She found her selfe assayld with great perplexitie. | overwhelmed — anxiety |
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And came to Coelia to declare her smart, | pain |
Who well acquainted with that commune plight, | common situation |
Which sinfull horror workes in wounded hart, | |
Her wisely comforted all that she might, | |
With goodly counsell and aduisement right; | |
And streightway sent with carefull diligence, | |
To fetch a Leach, the which had great insight | |
In that disease of grieued conscience, | |
And well could cure the same; His name was Patience. | |
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Who comming to that soule-diseased knight, | |
Could hardly him intreat, to tell his griefe: | |
Which knowne, and all that noyd his heauie spright | harmed — spirit |
Well searcht, eftsoones he gan apply reliefe | soon afterwards — began to |
Of salues and med’cines, which had passing priefe, | |
And thereto added words of wondrous might: | |
By which to ease he him recured briefe, | |
And much asswag’d the passion of his plight, | soothed — situation |
That he his paine endur’d, as seeming now more light. | |
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But yet the cause and root of all his ill, | |
Inward corruption, and infected sin, | |
Not purg’d nor heald, behind remained still, | |
And festring sore did rankle yet within, | |
Close creeping twixt the marrow and the skin. | between |
Which to extirpe, he laid him priuily | root out — secretly |
Downe in a darkesome lowly place farre in, | |
Whereas he meant his corrosiues to apply, | |
And with streight diet tame his stubborne malady. | |
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In ashes and sackcloth he did array | |
His daintie corse, proud humors to abate, | handsome — body — reduce |
And dieted with fasting euery day, | |
The swelling of his wounds to mitigate, | |
And made him pray both earely and eke late: | also |
And euer as superfluous flesh did rot | |
Amendment readie still at hand did wayt, | |
To pluck it out with pincers firie whot, | |
That soone in him was left no one corrupted iot. | |
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And bitter Penance with an yron whip, | |
Was wont him once to disple euery day: | |
And sharpe Remorse his hart did pricke and nip, | |
That drops of bloud thence like a well did play; | from there |
And sad Repentance vsed to embay | |
His bodie in salt water smarting sore, | hurting badly |
The filthy blots of sinne to wash away. | |
So in short space they did to health restore | |
The man that would not liue, but earst lay at deathes dore. | |
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In which his torment often was so great, | |
That like a Lyon he would cry and rore, | |
And rend his flesh, and his owne synewes eat. | |
His owne deare Vna hearing euermore | |
His ruefull shriekes and gronings, often tore | |
Her guiltlesse garments, and her golden heare, | |
For pitty of his paine and anguish sore; | terrible |
Yet all with patience wisely she did beare; | |
For well she wist, his crime could else be neuer cleare. | knew |
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Whom thus recouer’d by wise Patience, | |
And trew Repentance they to Vna brought: | |
Who ioyous of his cured conscience, | |
Him dearely kist, and fairely eke besought | also |
Himselfe to chearish, and consuming thought | |
To put away out of his carefull brest. | |
By this Charissa, late in child-bed brought, | recently |
Was woxen strong, and left her fruitfull nest; | grown |
To her faire Vna brought this vnacquainted guest. | |
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She was a woman in her freshest age, | |
Of wondrous beauty, and of bountie rare, | |
With goodly grace and comely personage, | |
That was on earth not easie to compare; | |
Full of great loue, but Cupids wanton snare | |
As hell she hated, chast in worke and will; | |
Her necke and breasts were euer open bare, | |
That ay thereof her babes might sucke their fill; | |
The rest was all in yellow robes arayed still. | |
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A multitude of babes about her hong, | |
Playing their sports, that ioyd her to behold, | |
Whom still she fed, whiles they were weake & young, | |
But thrust them forth still, as they wexed old: | grew |
And on her head she wore a tyre of gold, | |
Adornd with gemmes and owches wondrous faire, | |
Whose passing price vneath was to be told; | |
And by her side there sate a gentle paire | |
Of turtle doues, she sitting in an yuorie chaire. | |
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The knight and Vna entring, faire her greet, | |
And bid her ioy of that her happie brood; | |
Who them requites with court’sies seeming meet, | repays — appropriate |
And entertaines with friendly chearefull mood. | |
Then Vna her besought, to be so good, | |
As in her vertuous rules to schoole her knight, | |
Now after all his torment well withstood, | |
In that sad house of Penaunce, where his spright | spirit |
Had past the paines of hell, and long enduring night. | |
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She was right ioyous of her iust request, | |
And taking by the hand that Faeries sonne, | |
Gan him instruct in euery good behest, | |
Of loue, and righteousnesse, and well to donne, | |
And wrath, and hatred warely to shonne, | |
That drew on men Gods hatred, and his wrath, | |
And many soules in dolours had fordonne: | suffering — killed |
In which when him she well instructed hath, | |
From thence to heauen she teacheth him the ready path. | there |
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Wherein his weaker wandring steps to guide, | |
An auncient matrone she to her does call, | |
Whose sober lookes her wisedome well descride: | saw |
Her name was Mercie, well knowne ouer all, | |
To be both gratious, and eke liberall: | also |
To whom the carefull charge of him she gaue, | |
To lead aright, that he should neuer fall | |
In all his wayes through this wide worldes waue, | |
That Mercy in the end his righteous soule might saue. | |
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The godly Matrone by the hand him beares | |
Forth from her presence, by a narrow way, | |
Scattred with bushy thornes, and ragged breares, | |
Which still before him she remou’d away, | |
That nothing might his ready passage stay: | |
And euer when his feet encombred were, | |
Or gan to shrinke, or from the right to stray, | began |
She held him fast, and firmely did vpbeare, | tight |
As carefull Nourse her child from falling oft does reare. | |
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Eftsoones vnto an holy Hospitall, | soon afterwards |
That was fore by the way, she did him bring, | |
In which seuen Bead-men that had vowed all | |
Their life to seruice of high heauens king | |
Did spend their dayes in doing godly thing: | |
Their gates to all were open euermore, | |
That by the wearie way were traueiling, | |
And one sate wayting euer them before, | |
To call in-commers by, that needy were and pore. | |
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The first of them that eldest was, and best, | |
Of all the house had charge and gouernement, | |
As Guardian and Steward of the rest: | |
His office was to giue entertainement | |
And lodging, vnto all that came, and went: | |
Not vnto such, as could him feast againe, | |
And double quite, for that he on them spent, | |
But such, as want of harbour did constraine: | lack |
Those for Gods sake his dewty was to entertaine. | |
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The second was as Almner of the place, | |
His office was, the hungry for to feed, | |
And thristy giue to drinke, a worke of grace: | |
He feard not once him selfe to be in need, | |
Ne car’d to hoord for those, whom he did breede: | |
The grace of God he layd vp still in store, | |
Which as a stocke he left vnto his seede; | |
He had enough, what need him care for more? | |
And had he lesse, yet some he would giue to the pore. | |
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The third had of their wardrobe custodie, | |
In which were not rich tyres, nor garments gay, | |
The plumes of pride, and wings of vanitie, | |
But clothes meet to keepe keene could away, | appropriate |
And naked nature seemely to aray; | appropriately — dress |
With which bare wretched wights he dayly clad, | people |
The images of God in earthly clay; | |
And if that no spare cloths to giue he had, | |
His owne coate he would cut, and it distribute glad. | |
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The fourth appointed by his office was, | |
Poore prisoners to relieue with gratious ayd, | |
And captiues to redeeme with price of bras, | |
From Turkes and Sarazins, which them had stayd; | infidels |
And though they faultie were, yet well he wayd, | |
That God to vs forgiueth euery howre | |
Much more then that, why they in bands were layd, | |
And he that harrowd hell with heauie stowre, | |
The faultie soules from thence brought to his heauenly bowre. | there |
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The fift had charge sicke persons to attend, | |
And comfort those, in point of death which lay; | |
For them most needeth comfort in the end, | |
When sin, and hell, and death do most dismay | |
The feeble soule departing hence away. | from here |
All is but lost, that liuing we bestow, | |
If not well ended at our dying day. | |
O man haue mind of that last bitter throw; | |
For as the tree does fall, so lyes it euer low. | |
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The sixt had charge of them now being dead, | |
In seemely sort their corses to engraue, | appropriate manner — corpses — bury |
And deck with dainty flowres their bridall bed, | |
That to their heauenly spouse both sweet and braue | |
They might appeare, when he their soules shall saue. | |
The wondrous workemanship of Gods owne mould, | |
Whose face he made, all beasts to feare, and gaue | |
All in his hand, euen dead we honour should. | |
Ah dearest God me graunt, I dead be not defould. | |
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The seuenth now after death and buriall done, | |
Had charge the tender Orphans of the dead | |
And widowes ayd, least they should be vndone: | |
In face of iudgement he their right would plead, | |
Ne ought the powre of mighty men did dread | anything |
In their defence, nor would for gold or fee | |
Be wonne their rightfull causes downe to tread: | |
And when they stood in most necessitee, | |
He did supply their want, and gaue them euer free. | make up for their lack |
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There when the Elfin knight arriued was, | enchanted |
The first and chiefest of the seuen, whose care | |
Was guests to welcome, towardes him did pas: | |
Where seeing Mercie, that his steps vp bare, | |
And alwayes led, to her with reuerence rare | |
He humbly louted in meeke lowlinesse, | |
And seemely welcome for her did prepare: | appropriate |
For of their order she was Patronesse, | |
Albe Charissa were their chiefest founderesse. | |
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There she awhile him stayes, him selfe to rest, | |
That to the rest more able he might bee: | |
During which time, in euery good behest | |
And godly worke of Almes and charitee | |
She him instructed with great industree; | |
Shortly therein so perfect he became, | |
That from the first vnto the last degree, | |
His mortall life he learned had to frame | |
In holy righteousnesse, without rebuke or blame. | |
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Thence forward by that painfull way they pas, | from there |
Forth to an hill, that was both steepe and hy; | |
On top whereof a sacred chappell was, | |
And eke a litle Hermitage thereby, | also |
Wherein an aged holy man did lye, | |
That day and night said his deuotion, | |
Ne other worldly busines did apply; | |
His name was heauenly Contemplation; | |
Of God and goodnesse was his meditation. | |
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Great grace that old man to him giuen had; | |
For God he often saw from heauens hight, | |
All were his earthly eyen both blunt and bad, | eyes |
And through great age had lost their kindly sight, | natural |
Yet wondrous quick and persant was his spright, | lively — penetrating — spirit |
As Eagles eye, that can behold the Sunne: | |
That hill they scale with all their powre and might, | |
That his frayle thighes nigh wearie and fordonne | almost — dead |
Gan faile, but by her helpe the top at last he wonne. | |
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There they do finde that godly aged Sire, | father |
With snowy lockes adowne his shoulders shed, | |
As hoarie frost with spangles doth attire | |
The mossy braunches of an Oke halfe ded. | |
Each bone might through his body well be red, | |
And euery sinew seene through his long fast: | |
For nought he car’d his carcas long vnfed; | nothing |
His mind was full of spirituall repast, | sustenance |
And pyn’d his flesh, to keepe his body low and chast. | |
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Who when these two approching he aspide, | |
At their first presence grew agrieued sore, | terribly upset |
That forst him lay his heauenly thoughts aside; | |
And had he not that Dame respected more, | |
Whom highly he did reuerence and adore, | |
He would not once haue moued for the knight. | |
They him saluted standing far afore; | |
Who well them greeting, humbly did requight, | |
And asked, to what end they clomb that tedious height. | |
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What end (quoth she) should cause vs take such paine, | |
But that same end, which euery liuing wight | person |
Should make his marke, high heauen to attaine? | |
Is not from hence the way, that leadeth right | here |
To that most glorious house, that glistreth bright | |
With burning starres, and euerliuing fire, | |
Whereof the keyes are to thy hand behight | promised |
By wise Fidelia? she doth thee require, | |
To shew it to this knight, according his desire. | show |
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Thrise happy man, said then the father graue, | |
Whose staggering steps thy steady hand doth lead, | |
And shewes the way, his sinfull soule to saue. | shows |
Who better can the way to heauen aread, | |
Then thou thy selfe, that was both borne and bred | |
In heauenly throne, where thousand Angels shine? | |
Thou doest the prayers of the righteous sead | |
Present before the maiestie diuine, | |
And his auenging wrath to clemencie incline. | |
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Yet since thou bidst, thy pleasure shalbe donne. | |
Then come thou man of earth, and see the way, | |
That neuer yet was seene of Faeries sonne, | |
That neuer leads the traueiler astray, | |
But after labours long, and sad delay, | |
Brings them to ioyous rest and endlesse blis. | |
But first thou must a season fast and pray, | |
Till from her bands the spright assoiled is, | spirit — pardoned |
And haue her strength recur’d from fraile infirmitis. | |
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That done, he leads him to the highest Mount; | |
Such one, as that same mighty man of God, | |
That bloud-red billowes like a walled front | |
On either side disparted with his rod, | |
Till that his army dry-foot through them yod, | |
Dwelt fortie dayes vpon; where writ in stone | |
With bloudy letters by the hand of God, | |
The bitter doome of death and balefull mone | terrible |
He did receiue, whiles flashing fire about him shone. | |
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Or like that sacred hill, whose head full hie, | |
Adornd with fruitfull Oliues all arownd, | |
Is, as it were for endlesse memory | |
Of that deare Lord, who oft thereon was fownd, | |
For euer with a flowring girlond crownd: | |
Or like that pleasaunt Mount, that is for ay | |
Through famous Poets verse each where renownd, | |
On which the thrise three learned Ladies play | |
Their heauenly notes, and make full many a louely lay. | |
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From thence, far off he vnto him did shew | there — show |
A litle path, that was both steepe and long, | |
Which to a goodly Citie led his vew; | |
Whose wals and towres were builded high and strong | |
Of perle and precious stone, that earthly tong | |
Cannot describe, nor wit of man can tell; | intelligence |
Too high a ditty for my simple song; | |
The Citie of the great king hight it well, | called |
Wherein eternall peace and happinesse doth dwell. | |
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As he thereon stood gazing, he might see | |
The blessed Angels to and fro descend | |
From highest heauen, in gladsome companee, | |
And with great ioy into that Citie wend, | go |
As commonly as friend does with his frend. | |
Whereat he wondred much, and gan enquere, | began to |
What stately building durst so high extend | dared |
Her loftie towres vnto the starry sphere, | |
And what vnknowen nation there empeopled were. | |
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Faire knight (quoth he) Hierusalem that is, | |
The new Hierusalem, that God has built | |
For those to dwell in, that are chosen his, | |
His chosen people purg’d from sinfull guilt, | |
With pretious bloud, which cruelly was spilt | |
On cursed tree, of that vnspotted lam, | |
That for the sinnes of all the world was kilt: | |
Now are they Saints all in that Citie sam, | |
More deare vnto their God, then younglings to their dam. | |
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Till now, said then the knight, I weened well, | thought |
That great Cleopolis, where I haue beene, | |
In which that fairest Faerie Queene doth dwell, | |
The fairest Citie was, that might be seene; | |
And that bright towre all built of christall cleene, | |
Panthea, seemd the brightest thing, that was: | |
But now by proofe all otherwise I weene; | think |
For this great Citie that does far surpas, | |
And this bright Angels towre quite dims that towre of glas. | |
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Most trew, then said the holy aged man; | |
Yet is Cleopolis for earthly frame, | reputation |
The fairest peece, that eye beholden can: | |
And well beseemes all knights of noble name, | |
That couet in th’immortall booke of fame | |
To be eternized, that same to haunt, | |
And doen their seruice to that soueraigne Dame, | |
That glorie does to them for guerdon graunt: | |
For she is heauenly borne, and heauen may iustly vaunt. | |
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[Redcrosse is not a faerie but a mortal king] |
And thou faire ymp, sprong out from English race, | |
How euer now accompted Elfins sonne, | enchanted |
Well worthy doest thy seruice for her grace, | |
To aide a virgin desolate foredonne. | |
But when thou famous victorie hast wonne, | |
And high emongst all knights hast hong thy shield, | |
Thenceforth the suit of earthly conquest shonne, | from then on |
And wash thy hands from guilt of bloudy field: | |
For bloud can nought but sin, & wars but sorrowes yield. | do nothing |
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[Redcross is really St. George] |
Then seeke this path, that I to thee presage, | predict |
Which after all to heauen shall thee send; | |
Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage | |
To yonder same Hierusalem do bend, | Jerusalem |
Where is for thee ordaind a blessed end: | |
For thou emongst those Saints, whom thou doest see, | |
Shalt be a Saint, and thine owne nations frend | |
And Patrone: thou Saint George shalt called bee, | |
Saint George of mery England, the signe of victoree. | St. George, patron saint of England |
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Vnworthy wretch (quoth he) of so great grace, | |
How dare I thinke such glory to attaine? | |
These that haue it attaind, were in like cace | similar |
(Quoth he) as wretched, and liu’d in like paine. | similar |
But deeds of armes must I at last be faine, | |
And Ladies loue to leaue so dearely bought? | |
What need of armes, where peace doth ay remaine, | |
(Said he) and battailes none are to be fought? | |
As for loose loues they are vaine, and vanish into nought. | nothing |
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O let me not (quoth he) then turne againe | |
Backe to the world, whose ioyes so fruitlesse are; | |
But let me here for aye in peace remaine, | |
Or streight way on that last long voyage fare, | |
That nothing may my present hope empare. | |
That may not be (said he) ne maist thou yit | |
Forgo that royall maides bequeathed care, | |
Who did her cause into thy hand commit, | |
Till from her cursed foe thou haue her freely quit. | rescued |
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Then shall I soone, (quoth he) so God me grace, | |
Abet that virgins cause disconsolate, | |
And shortly backe returne vnto this place, | |
To walke this way in Pilgrims poore estate. | |
But now aread, old father, why of late | |
Didst thou behight me borne of English blood, | call |
Whom all a Faeries sonne doen nominate? | |
That word shall I (said he) auouchen good, | |
Sith to thee is vnknowne the cradle of thy brood. | since |
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For well I wote, thou springst from ancient race | |
Of Saxon kings, that haue with mightie hand | |
And many bloudie battailes fought in place | |
High reard their royall throne in Britane land, | |
And vanquisht them, vnable to withstand: | |
From thence a Faerie thee vnweeting reft, | there — unaware — tore |
There as thou slepst in tender swadling band, | |
And her base Elfin brood there for thee left. | enchanted |
Such men do Chaungelings call, so chaungd by Faeries theft. | |
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Thence she thee brought into this Faerie lond, | from there |
And in an heaped furrow did thee hyde, | |
Where thee a Ploughman all vnweeting fond, | unaware — foolish |
As he his toylesome teme that way did guyde, | |
And brought thee vp in ploughmans state to byde, | |
Whereof Georgos he thee gaue to name; | |
Till prickt with courage, and thy forces pryde, | |
To Faery court thou cam’st to seeke for fame, | |
And proue thy puissaunt armes, as seemes thee best became. | test — powerful — suited you best |
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O holy Sire (quoth he) how shall I quight | father |
The many fauours I with thee haue found, | |
That hast my name and nation red aright, | |
And taught the way that does to heauen bound? | |
This said, adowne he looked to the ground, | |
To haue returnd, but dazed were his eyne, | eyes |
Through passing brightnesse, which did quite confound | |
His feeble sence, and too exceeding shyne. | |
So darke are earthly things compard to things diuine. | |
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At last whenas himselfe he gan to find, | began |
To Vna back he cast him to retire; | |
Who him awaited still with pensiue mind. | |
Great thankes and goodly meed to that good syre, | reward |
He thence departing gaue for his paines hyre. | from there |
So came to Vna, who him ioyd to see, | |
And after litle rest, gan him desire, | began |
Of her aduenture mindfull for to bee. | |
So leaue they take of Coelia, and her daughters three. | |
Canto XI. |
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The knight with that old Dragon fights two dayes incessantly: The third him ouerthrowes, and gayns most glorious victory. |
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High time now gan it wex for Vna faire, | began — grow |
To thinke of those her captiue Parents deare, | |
And their forwasted kingdome to repaire: | ruined |
Whereto whenas they now approched neare, | |
With hartie words her knight she gan to cheare, | began |
And in her modest manner thus bespake; | |
Deare knight, as deare, as euer knight was deare, | |
That all these sorrowes suffer for my sake, | |
High heauen behold the tedious toyle, ye for me take. | |
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Now are we come vnto my natiue soyle, | |
And to the place, where all our perils dwell; | |
Here haunts that feend, and does his dayly spoyle, | |
Therefore henceforth be at your keeping well, | |
And euer ready for your foeman fell. | fierce |
The sparke of noble courage now awake, | |
And striue your excellent selfe to excell; | |
That shall ye euermore renowmed make, | |
Aboue all knights on earth, that batteill vndertake. | |
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And pointing forth, lo yonder is (said she) | |
The brasen towre in which my parents deare | |
For dread of that huge feend emprisond be | |
Whom I from far see on the walles appeare | |
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare: | |
And on the top of all I do espye | |
The watchman wayting tydings glad to heare, | news |
That O my parents might I happily | |
Vnto you bring, to ease you of your misery. | |
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With that they heard a roaring hideous sound, | |
That all the ayre with terrour filled wide, | |
And seemd vneath to shake the stedfast ground. | unmovable |
Eftsoones that dreadfull Dragon they espide, | soon afterwards |
Where stretcht he lay vpon the sunny side | |
Of a great hill, himselfe like a great hill. | |
But all so soone, as he from far descride | saw |
Those glistring armes, that heauen with light did fill, | |
He rousd himselfe full blith, and hastned them vntill. | |
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Then bad the knight his Lady yede aloofe, | told — ??? |
And to an hill her selfe with draw aside, | |
From whence she might behold that battailles proof | where |
And eke be safe from daunger far descryde: | also — seen |
She him obayd, and turnd a little wyde. | |
Now O thou sacred Muse, most learned Dame, | |
Faire ympe of Phœbus, and his aged bride, | |
The Nourse of time, and euerlasting fame, | |
That warlike hands ennoblest with immortall name; | |
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O gently come into my feeble brest, | |
Come gently, but not with that mighty rage, | |
Wherewith the martiall troupes thou doest infest, | |
And harts of great Hero’s doest enrage, | |
That nought their kindled courage may aswage, | not at all — relieve |
Soone as thy dreadfull trompe begins to sownd; | |
The God of warre with his fiers equipage | |
Thou doest awake, sleepe neuer he so sownd, | |
And scared nations doest with horrour sterne astownd. | |
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Faire Goddesse lay that furious fit aside, | |
Till I of warres and bloudy Mars do sing, | |
And Briton fields with Sarazin bloud bedyde, | infidel |
Twixt that great faery Queene and Paynim king, | between — heathen |
That with their horrour heauen and earth did ring, | |
A worke of labour long, and endlesse prayse: | |
But now a while let downe that haughtie string, | |
And to my tunes thy second tenor rayse, | |
That I this man of God his godly armes may blaze. | |
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By this the dreadfull Beast drew nigh to hand, | near |
Halfe flying, and halfe footing in his hast, | |
That with his largenesse measured much land, | |
And made wide shadow vnder his huge wast; | |
As mountaine doth the valley ouercast. | |
Approching nigh, he reared high afore | |
His body monstrous, horrible, and vast, | |
Which to increase his wondrous greatnesse more, | |
Was swolne with wrath, & poyson, & with bloudy gore. | |
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And ouer, all with brasen scales was armd, | |
Like plated coate of steele, so couched neare, | |
That nought mote perce, ne might his corse be harmd | nothing might pierce — body |
With dint of sword, nor push of pointed speare; | blow |
Which as an Eagle, seeing pray appeare, | |
His aery plumes doth rouze, full rudely dight, | primitively — dressed |
So shaked he, that horrour was to heare, | |
For as the clashing of an Armour bright, | |
Such noyse his rouzed scales did send vnto the knight. | |
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His flaggy wings when forth he did display, | |
Were like two sayles, in which the hollow wynd | |
Is gathered full, and worketh speedy way: | |
And eke the pennes, that did his pineons bynd, | also |
Were like mayne-yards, with flying canuas lynd, | masts (on a ship) |
With which whenas him list the ayre to beat, | when he wanted |
And there by force vnwonted passage find, | unfamiliar |
The cloudes before him fled for terrour great, | |
And all the heauens stood still amazed with his threat. | |
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His huge long tayle wound vp in hundred foldes, | |
Does ouerspred his long bras-scaly backe, | |
Whose wreathed boughts when euer he vnfoldes, | |
And thicke entangled knots adown does slacke. | |
Bespotted all with shields of red and blacke, | |
It sweepeth all the land behind him farre, | |
And of three furlongs does but litle lacke; | |
And at the point two stings in-fixed arre, | |
Both deadly sharpe, that sharpest steele exceeden farre. | |
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But stings and sharpest steele did far exceed | |
The sharpnesse of his cruell rending clawes; | |
Dead was it sure, as sure as death in deed, | |
What euer thing does touch his rauenous pawes, | |
Or what within his reach he euer drawes. | |
But his most hideous head my toung to tell | |
Does tremble: for his deepe deuouring iawes | |
Wide gaped, like the griesly mouth of hell, | |
Through which into his darke abisse all rauin fell. | |
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And that more wondrous was, in either iaw | |
Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, | |
In which yet trickling bloud and gobbets raw | |
Of late deuoured bodies did appeare, | recently |
That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare: | |
Which to increase, and as atonce to kill, | |
A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphur seare | |
Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still, | |
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill. | |
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His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shields, | |
Did burne with wrath, and sparkled liuing fyre; | |
As two broad Beacons, set in open fields, | |
Send forth their flames farre off to euery shyre, | |
And warning giue, that enemies conspyre, | |
With fire and sword the region to inuade; | |
So flam’d his eyne with rage and rancorous yre: | eyes |
But farre within, as in a hollow glade, | |
Those glaring lampes were set, that made a dreadfull shade. | |
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So dreadfully he towards him did pas, | |
Forelifting vp aloft his speckled brest, | |
And often bounding on the brused gras, | |
As for great ioyance of his newcome guest. | |
Eftsoones he gan aduance his haughtie crest, | soon afterwards — began |
As chauffed Bore his bristles doth vpreare, | irritated |
And shoke his scales to battell readie drest; | |
That made the Redcrosse knight nigh quake for feare, | almost |
As bidding bold defiance to his foeman neare. | |
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The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare, | began |
And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might: | |
The pointed steele arriuing rudely theare, | violently |
His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight, | |
But glauncing by forth passed forward right; | |
Yet sore amoued with so puissant push, | painfully — removed — powerful |
The wrathfull beast about him turned light, | |
And him so rudely passing by, did brush | roughly |
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush. | |
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Both horse and man vp lightly rose againe, | |
And fresh encounter towards him addrest: | |
But th’idle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine, | |
And found no place his deadly point to rest. | |
Exceeding rage enflam’d the furious beast, | |
To be auenged of so great despight; | |
For neuer felt his imperceable brest | |
So wondrous force, from hand of liuing wight; | person |
Yet had he prou’d the powre of many a puissant knight. | tested — powerful |
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Then with his wauing wings displayed wyde, | |
Himselfe vp high he lifted from the ground, | |
And with strong flight did forcibly diuide | |
The yielding aire, which nigh too feeble found | almost |
Her flitting partes, and element vnsound, | |
To beare so great a weight: he cutting way | |
With his broad sayles, about him soared round: | |
At last low stouping with vnweldie sway, | |
Snatcht vp both horse & man, to beare them quite away. | |
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Long he them bore aboue the subiect plaine, | |
So farre as Ewghen bow a shaft may send, | |
Till struggling strong did him at last constraine, | |
To let them downe before his flightes end: | |
As hagard hauke presuming to contend | |
With hardie fowle, aboue his hable might, | |
His wearie pounces all in vaine doth spend, | |
To trusse the pray too heauie for his flight; | |
Which comming downe to ground, does free it selfe by fight. | |
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He so disseized of his gryping grosse, | |
The knight his thrillant speare againe assayd | piercing — tried |
In his bras-plated body to embosse, | plunge |
And three mens strength vnto the stroke he layd; | |
Wherewith the stiffe beame quaked, as affrayd, | |
And glauncing from his scaly necke, did glyde | |
Close vnder his left wing, then broad displayd. | |
The percing steele there wrought a wound full wyde, | |
That with the vncouth smart the Monster lowdly cryde. | disturbing — pain |
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He cryde, as raging seas are wont to rore, | |
When wintry storme his wrathfull wreck does threat, | |
The rolling billowes beat the ragged shore, | |
As they the earth would shoulder from her seat, | |
And greedie gulfe does gape, as he would eat | |
His neighbour element in his reuenge: | |
Then gin the blustring brethren boldly threat, | begin |
To moue the world from off his stedfast henge, | unmoving |
And boystrous battell make, each other to auenge. | |
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The steely head stucke fast still in his flesh, | firmly |
Till with his cruell clawes he snatcht the wood, | |
And quite a sunder broke. Forth flowed fresh | broke them completely apart |
A gushing riuer of blacke goarie blood, | |
That drowned all the land, whereon he stood; | |
The streame thereof would driue a water-mill. | |
Trebly augmented was his furious mood | |
With bitter sense of his deepe rooted ill, | |
That flames of fire he threw forth from his large nosethrill. | nostril |
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His hideous tayle then hurled he about, | |
And therewith all enwrapt the nimble thyes | |
Of his froth-fomy steed, whose courage stout | |
Striuing to loose the knot, that fast him tyes, | tightly |
Himselfe in streighter bandes too rash implyes, | |
That to the ground he is perforce constraynd | |
To throw his rider: who can quickly ryse | |
From off the earth, with durty bloud distaynd, | |
For that reprochfull fall right fowly he disdaynd. | |
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And fiercely tooke his trenchand blade in hand, | cutting |
With which he stroke so furious and so fell, | terrible |
That nothing seemd the puissance could withstand: | power |
Vpon his crest the hardned yron fell, | |
But his more hardned crest was armd so well, | |
That deeper dint therein it would not make; | dent |
Yet so extremely did the buffe him quell, | |
That from thenceforth he shund the like to take, | same |
But when he saw them come, he did them still forsake. | abandon |
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The knight was wrath to see his stroke beguyld, | |
And smote againe with more outrageous might; | struck |
But backe againe the sparckling steele recoyld, | |
And left not any marke, where it did light; | |
As if in Adamant rocke it had bene pight. | |
The beast impatient of his smarting wound, | painful |
And of so fierce and forcible despight, | |
Thought with his wings to stye aboue the ground; | |
But his late wounded wing vnseruiceable found. | recently — unsuitable |
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Then full of griefe and anguish vehement, | |
He lowdly brayd, that like was neuer heard, | cried — similar |
And from his wide deuouring ouen sent | |
A flake of fire, that flashing in his beard, | |
Him all amazd, and almost made affeard: | |
The scorching flame sore swinged all his face, | terribly — beat |
And through his armour all his bodie seard, | |
That he could not endure so cruell cace, | |
But thought his armes to leaue, and helmet to vnlace. | |
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Not that great Champion of the antique world, | |
Whom famous Poetes verse so much doth vaunt, | |
And hath for twelue huge labours high extold, | |
So many furies and sharpe fits did haunt, | |
When him the poysoned garment did enchaunt | |
With Centaures bloud, and bloudie verses charm’d, | |
As did this knight twelue thousand dolours daunt, | pains — overcome |
Whom fyrie steele now burnt, that earst him arm’d, | |
That erst him goodly arm’d, now most of all him harm’d. | |
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Faint, wearie, sore, emboyled, grieued, brent | |
With heat, toyle, wounds, armes, smart, & inward fire | pains |
That neuer man such mischiefes did torment; | |
Death better were, death did he oft desire, | |
But death will neuer come, when needes require. | |
Whom so dismayd when that his foe beheld, | |
He cast to suffer him no more respire, | |
But gan his sturdie sterne about to weld, | began |
And him so strongly stroke, that to the ground him feld. | |
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It fortuned (as faire it then befell) | happened |
Behind his backe vnweeting, where he stood, | unaware |
Of auncient time there was a springing well, | |
From which fast trickled forth a siluer flood, | |
Full of great vertues, and for med’cine good. | power |
Whylome, before that cursed Dragon got | once |
That happie land, and all with innocent blood | |
Defyld those sacred waues, it rightly hot | |
The well of life, ne yet his vertues had forgot. | powers |
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For vnto life the dead it could restore, | |
And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away, | |
Those that with sicknesse were infected sore, | terribly |
It could recure, and aged long decay | |
Renew, as one were borne that very day. | |
Both Silo this, and Iordan did excell, | |
And th’English Bath, and eke the german Spau, | also |
Ne can Cephise, nor Hebrus match this well: | |
Into the same the knight backe ouerthrowen, fell. | |
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Now gan the golden Phœbus for to steepe | began |
His fierie face in billowes of the west, | |
And his faint steedes watred in Ocean deepe, | |
Whiles from their iournall labours they did rest, | |
When that infernall Monster, hauing kest | |
His wearie foe into that liuing well, | |
Can high aduance his broad discoloured brest, | |
Aboue his wonted pitch, with countenance fell, | usual elevation — a terrible expression |
And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did dwell. | |
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Which when his pensiue Ladie saw from farre, | |
Great woe and sorrow did her soule assay, | |
As weening that the sad end of the warre, | hoping |
And gan to highest God entirely pray, | began |
That feared chance from her to turne away; | |
With folded hands and knees full lowly bent | |
All night she watcht, ne once adowne would lay | |
Her daintie limbs in her sad dreriment, | |
But praying still did wake, and waking did lament. | |
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The morrow next gan early to appeare, | morning — began |
That Titan rose to runne his daily race: | |
But early ere the morrow next gan reare | before — began to rise |
Out of the sea faire Titans deawy face, | |
Vp rose the gentle virgin from her place, | |
And looked all about, if she might spy | |
Her loued knight to moue his manly pace: | |
For she had great doubt of his safety, | |
Since late she saw him fall before his enemy. | recently |
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At last she where he vpstarted braue | |
Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay; | |
As Eagle fresh out of the Ocean waue, | |
Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray, | |
And deckt himselfe with feathers youthly gay, | |
Like Eyas hauke vp mounts vnto the skies, | |
His newly budded pineons to assay, | |
And marueiles at himselfe, still as he flies: | |
So new this new-borne knight to battell new did rise. | |
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Whom when the damned feend so fresh did spy, | |
No wonder if he wondred at the sight, | |
And doubted, whether his late enemy | recent |
It were, or other new supplied knight. | |
He, now to proue his late renewed might, | test — recently — power |
High brandishing his bright deaw-burning blade, | |
Vpon his crested scalpe so sore did smite, | severely — strike |
That to the scull a yawning wound it made: | |
The deadly dint his dulled senses all dismaid. | blow |
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I wote not, whether the reuenging steele | |
Were hardned with that holy water dew, | |
Wherein he fell, or sharper edge did feele, | |
Or his baptized hands now greater grew; | |
Or other secret vertue did ensew; | power |
Else neuer could the force of fleshly arme, | |
Ne molten mettall in his bloud embrew: | |
For till that stownd could neuer wight him harme, | person |
By subtilty, nor slight, nor might, nor mighty charme. | |
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The cruell wound enraged him so sore, | badly |
That loud he yelled for exceeding paine; | |
As hundred ramping Lyons seem’d to rore, | |
Whom rauenous hunger did thereto constraine: | |
Then gan he tosse aloft his stretched traine, | began — long body |
And therewith scourge the buxome aire so sore, | unresisting — terribly |
That to his force to yeelden it was faine; | ??? |
Ne ought his sturdie strokes might stand afore, | anything |
That high trees ouerthrew, and rocks in peeces tore. | |
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The same aduauncing high aboue his head, | |
With sharpe intended sting so rude him smot, | rough — struck |
That to the earth him droue, as stricken dead, | |
Ne liuing wight would haue him life behot: | person |
The mortall sting his angry needle shot | |
Quite through his shield, and in his shoulder seasd, | |
Where fast it stucke, ne would there out be got: | tightly |
The griefe thereof him wondrous sore diseasd, | terribly |
Ne might his ranckling paine with patience be appeasd. | |
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But yet more mindfull of his honour deare, | |
Then of the grieuous smart, which him did wring, | pain |
From loathed soile he can him lightly reare, | |
And stroue to loose the farre infixed sting: | |
Which when in vaine he tryde with struggeling. | |
Inflam’d with wrath, his raging blade he heft, | |
And.strooke so strongly, that the knotty string | |
Of his huge taile he quite a sunder cleft, | entirely cut apart |
Fiue ioynts thereof he hewd, and but the stump him left. | cut |
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Hart cannot thinke, what outrage, and what cryes, | |
With foule enfouldred smoake and flashing fire, | |
The hell-bred beast threw forth vnto the skyes, | |
That all was couered with darknesse dire: | |
Then fraught with rancour, and engorged ire, | |
He cast at once him to auenge for all, | |
And gathering vp himselfe out of the mire, | |
With his vneuen wings did fiercely fall | |
Vpon his sunne-bright shield, and gript it fast withall. | tight |
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Much was the man encombred with his hold, | |
In feare to lose his weapon in his paw, | |
Ne wist yet, how his talants to vnfold; | knew |
Nor harder was from Cerberus greedie iaw | |
To plucke a bone, then from his cruell claw | |
To reaue by strength the griped gage away: | glove |
Thrise he assayd it from his foot to draw, | |
And thrise in vaine to draw it did assay, | |
It booted nought to thinke, to robbe him of his pray. | benefited not at all |
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Tho when he saw no power might preuaile, | |
His trustie sword he cald to his last aid, | |
Wherewith he fiercely did his foe assaile, | |
And double blowes about him stoutly laid, | |
That glauncing fire out of the yron plaid; | |
As sparckles from the Anduile vse to fly, | |
When heauie hammers on the wedge are swaid; | |
Therewith at last he forst him to vnty | |
One of his grasping feete, him to defend thereby. | |
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The other foot, fast fixed on his shield, | firmly |
Whenas no strength, nor stroks mote him constraine | |
To loose, ne yet the warlike pledge to yield, | |
He smot thereat with all his might and maine, | struck |
That nought so wondrous puissance might sustaine; | nothing — power |
Vpon the ioynt the lucky steele did light, | |
And made such way, that hewd it quite in twaine; | cut — entirely — two |
The paw yet missed not his minisht might, | |
But hong still on the shield, as it at first was pight. | |
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For griefe thereof, and diuelish despight, | |
From his infernall fournace forth he threw | |
Huge flames, that dimmed all the heauens light, | |
Enrold in duskish smoke and brimstone blew; | |
As burning Aetna from his boyling stew | |
Doth belch out flames, and rockes in peeces broke, | |
And ragged ribs of mountaines molten new, | |
Enwrapt in coleblacke clouds and filthy smoke, | |
That all the land with stench, and heauen with horror choke. | |
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The heate whereof, and harmefull pestilence | |
So sore him noyd, that forst him to retire | painfully — harmed |
A little backward for his best defence, | |
To saue his bodie from the scorching fire, | |
Which he from hellish entrailes did expire. | |
It chaunst (eternall God that chaunce did guide) | happened |
As he recoyled backward, in the mire | |
His nigh forwearied feeble feet did slide, | almost — exhausted |
And downe he fell, with dread of shame sore terrifide. | painfully |
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There grew a goodly tree him faire beside, | |
Loaden with fruit and apples rosie red, | |
As they in pure vermilion had beene dide, | |
Whereof great vertues ouer all were red: | powers |
For happie life to all, which thereon fed, | |
And life eke euerlasting did befall: | also |
Great God it planted in that blessed sted | |
With his almightie hand, and did it call | |
The tree of life, the crime of our first fathers fall. | |
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In all the world like was not to be found, | the same |
Saue in that soile, where all good things did grow, | |
And freely sprong out of the fruitfull ground, | |
As incorrupted Nature did them sow, | |
Till that dread Dragon all did ouerthrow. | |
Another like faire tree eke grew thereby, | also |
Whereof who so did eat, eftsoones did know | soon |
Both good and ill: O mornefull memory: | |
That tree through one mans fault hath doen vs all to dy. | |
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From that first tree forth flowd, as from a well, | |
A trickling streame of Balme, most soueraine | |
And daintie deare, which on the ground still fell, | |
And ouerflowed all the fertill plaine, | |
As it had deawed bene with timely raine: | |
Life and long health that gratious ointment gaue, | |
And deadly woundes could heale, and reare againe | |
The senselesse corse appointed for the graue. | body |
Into that same he fell: which did from death him saue. | |
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For nigh thereto the euer damned beast | near |
Durst not approch, for he was deadly made, | dared |
And all that life preserued, did detest: | |
Yet he it oft aduentur’d to inuade. | |
By this the drouping day-light gan to fade | began |
And yeeld his roome to sad succeeding night, | |
Who with her sable mantle gan to shade | black — |
The face of earth, and wayes of liuing wight, | person |
And high her burning torch set vp in heauen bright. | |
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When gentle Vna saw the second fall | |
Of her deare knight, who wearie of long fight, | |
And faint through losse of bloud, mou’d not at all, | |
But lay as in a dreame of deepe delight, | |
Besmeard with pretious Balme, whose vertuous might | |
Did heale his wounds, and scorching heat alay, | |
Againe she stricken was with sore affright, | terrible |
And for his safetie gan deuoutly pray; | began |
And watch the noyous night, and wait for ioyous day. | |
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The ioyous day gan early to appeare, | began |
And faire Aurora from the deawy bed | Aurora, goddess of the dawn |
Of aged Tithone gan her selfe to reare, | Aurora’s lover — began |
With rosie cheekes, for shame as blushing red; | |
Her golden lockes for haste were loosely shed | |
About her eares, when Vna her did marke | |
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred; | |
From heauen high to chase the chearelesse darke, | |
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke. | greets |
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Then freshly vp arose the doughtie knight, | brave |
All healed of his hurts and woundes wide, | |
And did himselfe to battell readie dight; | dress |
Whose early foe awaiting him beside | |
To haue deuourd, so soone as day he spyde, | |
When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare, | |
As if late fight had nought him damnifyde, | recent — not at all |
He woxe dismayd, and gan his fate to feare; | grew — began |
Nathlesse with wonted rage he him aduaunced neare. | nonetheless — usual |
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And in his first encounter, gaping wide, | |
He thought attonce him to haue swallowd quight, | |
And rusht vpon him with outragious pride; | |
Who him r’encountring fierce, as hauke in flight, | |
Perforce rebutted backe. The weapon bright | |
Taking aduantage of his open iaw, | |
Ran through his mouth with so importune might, | such terrible force |
That deepe emperst his darksome hollow maw, | pierced — belly |
And back retyrd, his life bloud forth with all did draw. | |
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So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath, | |
That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift; | |
So downe he fell, that th’earth him vnderneath | |
Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift; | |
So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift, | |
Whose false foundation waues haue washt away, | |
With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift, | weight — torn |
And rolling downe, great Neptune doth dismay; | |
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay. | |
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The knight himselfe euen trembled at his fall, | |
So huge and horrible a masse it seem’d; | |
And his deare Ladie, that beheld it all, | |
Durst not approch for dread, which she misdeem’d, | dared |
But yet at last, when as the direfull feend | dreadful |
She saw not stirre, off-shaking vaine affright, | |
She nigher drew, and saw that ioyous end: | |
Then God she praysd, and thankt her faithfull knight, | |
That had atchieu’d so great a conquest by his might. | |
Canto XII. |
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Faire Vna to the Redcrosse knight betrouthed is with ioy: Though false Duessa it to barre her false sleights doe imploy. |
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Behold I see the hauen nigh at hand, | near |
To which I meane my wearie course to bend; | |
Vere the maine shete, and beare vp with the land, | |
The which afore is fairely to be kend, | |
And seemeth safe from stormes, that may offend; | |
There this faire virgin wearie of her way | |
Must landed be, now at her iourneyes end: | |
There eke my feeble barke a while may stay, | also — boat |
Till merry wind and weather call her thence away. | from there |
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Scarsely had Phœbus in the glooming East | barely — the sun god |
Yet harnessed his firie-footed teeme, | |
Ne reard aboue the earth his flaming creast, | |
When the last deadly smoke aloft did steeme, | |
That signe of last outbreathed life did seeme, | |
Vnto the watchman on the castle wall; | |
Who thereby dead that balefull Beast did deeme, | terrible |
And to his Lord and Ladie lowd gan call, | began to |
To tell, how he had seene the Dragons fatall fall. | |
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Vprose with hastie ioy, and feeble speed | |
That aged Sire, the Lord of all that land, | father |
And looked forth, to weet, if true indeede | know |
Those tydings were, as he did vnderstand, | news |
Which whenas true by tryall he out fond, | foolish |
He bad to open wyde his brazen gate, | told |
Which long time had bene shut, and out of hond | |
Proclaymed ioy and peace through all his state; | |
For dead now was their foe, which them forrayed late. | |
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Then gan triumphant Trompets sound on hie, | began |
That sent to heauen the ecchoed report | |
Of their new ioy, and happie victorie | |
Gainst him, that had them long opprest with tort, | |
And fast imprisoned in sieged fort. | firmly |
Then all the people, as in solemne feast, | |
To him assembled with one full consort, | |
Reioycing at the fall of that great beast, | |
From whose eternall bondage now they were releast. | |
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Forth came that auncient Lord and aged Queene, | |
Arayd in antique robes downe to the ground, | dressed |
And sad habiliments right well beseene; | |
A noble crew about them waited round | |
Of sage and sober Peres, all grauely gownd; | |
Whom farre before did march a goodly band | |
Of tall young men, all hable armes to sownd, | |
But now they laurell braunches bore in hand; | |
Glad signe of victorie and peace in all their land. | |
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Vnto that doughtie Conquerour they came, | brave |
And him before themselues prostrating low, | |
Their Lord and Patrone loud did him proclame, | |
And at his feet their laurell boughes did throw. | |
Soone after them all dauncing on a row | |
The comely virgins came, with girlands dight, | covered |
As fresh as flowres in medow greene do grow, | |
When morning deaw vpon their leaues doth light: | |
And in their hands sweet Timbrels all vpheld on hight. | |
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And them before, the fry of children young | |
Their wanton sports and childish mirth did play, | wild |
And to the Maydens sounding tymbrels sung | |
In well attuned notes, a ioyous lay, | |
And made delightfull musicke all the way, | |
Vntill they came, where that faire virgin stood; | |
As faire Diana in fresh sommers day | |
Beholds her Nymphes, enraung’d in shadie wood, | |
Some wrestle, some do run, some bathe in christall flood. | |
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So she beheld those maydens meriment | |
With chearefull vew; who when to her they came, | |
Themselues to ground with gratious humblesse bent, | |
And her ador’d by honorable name, | |
Lifting to heauen her euerlasting fame: | |
Then on her head they set a girland greene, | |
And crowned her twixt earnest and twixt game; | between — between |
Who in her selfe-resemblance well beseene, | |
Did seeme such, as she was, a goodly maiden Queene. | |
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And after, all the raskall many ran, | |
Heaped together in rude rablement | primitive |
To see the face of that victorious man: | |
Whom all admired, as from heauen sent, | |
And gazd vpon with gaping wonderment. | |
But when they came, where that dead Dragon lay, | |
Stretcht on the ground in monstrous large extent, | |
The sight with idle feare did them dismay, | |
Ne durst approch him nigh, to touch, or once assay. | dared |
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Some feard, and fled; some feard and well it faynd; | pretended |
One that would wiser seeme, then all the rest, | |
Warnd him not touch, for yet perhaps remaynd | |
Some lingring life within his hollow brest, | |
Or in his wombe might lurke some hidden nest | |
Of many Dragonets, his fruitfull seed; | |
Another said, that in his eyes did rest | |
Yet sparckling fire, and bad thereof take heed; | told |
Another said, he saw him moue his eyes indeed. | |
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One mother, when as her foolehardie chyld | |
Did come too neare, and with his talants play, | |
Halfe dead through feare, her litle babe reuyld, | insulted |
And to her gossips gan in counsell say; | friends — began |
How can I tell, but that his talants may | |
Yet scratch my sonne, or rend his tender hand? | cut |
So diuersly themselues in vaine they fray; | variously — fight |
Whiles some more bold, to measure him nigh stand, | nearby |
To proue how many acres he did spread of land. | test |
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Thus flocked all the folke him round about, | |
The whiles that hoarie king, with all his traine, | followers |
Being arriued, where that champion stout | |
After his foes defeasance did remaine, | |
Him goodly greetes, and faire does entertaine, | |
With princely gifts of yuorie and gold, | |
And thousand thankes him yeelds for all his paine. | |
Then when his daughter deare he does behold, | |
Her dearely doth imbrace, and kisseth manifold. | |
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And after to his Pallace he them brings, | |
With shaumes, & trompets, & with Clarions sweet; | |
And all the way the ioyous people sings, | |
And with their garments strowes the paued street: | |
Whence mounting vp, they find purueyance meet | from where — provisions — suitable |
Of all, that royall Princes court became, | suited |
And all the floore was vnderneath their feet | |
Bespred with costly scarlot of great name, | |
On which they lowly sit, and fitting purpose frame. | construct |
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What needs me tell their feast and goodly guize, | |
In which was nothing riotous nor vaine? | |
What needs of daintie dishes to deuize, | |
Of comely seruices, or courtly trayne? | |
My narrow leaues cannot in them containe | |
The large discourse of royall Princes state. | |
Yet was their manner then but bare and plaine: | |
For th’antique world excesse and pride did hate; | |
Such proud luxurious pompe is swollen vp but late. | |
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Then when with meates and drinkes of euery kinde | |
Their feruent appetites they quenched had, | |
That auncient Lord gan fit occasion finde, | began |
Of straunge aduentures, and of perils sad, | |
Which in his trauell him befallen had, | |
For to demaund of his renowmed guest: | |
Who then with vtt’rance graue, and count’nance sad | |
From point to point, as is before exprest, | |
Discourst his voyage long, according his request. | |
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Great pleasure mixt with pittifull regard, | |
That godly King and Queene did passionate, | |
Whiles they his pittifull aduentures heard, | |
That oft they did lament his lucklesse state, | |
And often blame the too importune fate, | |
That heapd on him so many wrathfull wreakes: | |
For neuer gentle knight, as he of late, | |
So tossed was in fortunes cruell freakes; | whims |
And all the while salt teares bedeawd the hearers cheaks. | |
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Then said that royall Pere in sober wise; | |
Deare Sonne, great beene the euils, which ye bore | |
From first to last in your late enterprise, | recent |
That I note, whether prayse, or pitty more: | |
For neuer liuing man, I weene, so sore | believe — badly |
In sea of deadly daungers was distrest; | |
But since now safe ye seised haue the shore, | |
And well arriued are, (high God be blest) | |
Let vs deuize of ease and euerlasting rest. | |
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Ah dearest Lord, said then that doughty knight, | brave |
Of ease or rest I may not yet deuize; | |
For by the faith, which I to armes haue plight, | pledged |
I bounden am streight after this emprize, | |
As that your daughter can ye well aduize, | |
Backe to returne to that great Faerie Queene, | |
And her to serue six yeares in warlike wize, | |
Gainst that proud Paynim king, that workes her teene: | heathen — injury |
Therefore I ought craue pardon, till I there haue beene. | |
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Vnhappie falles that hard necessitie, | |
(Quoth he) the troubler of my happie peace, | |
And vowed foe of my felicitie; | |
Ne I against the same can iustly preace: | |
But since that band ye cannot now release, | |
Nor doen vndo; (for vowes may not be vaine) | |
Soone as the terme of those six yeares shall cease, | |
Ye then shall hither backe returne againe, | to here |
The marriage to accomplish vowd betwixt you twain. | between — two |
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Which for my part I couet to performe, | |
In sort as through the world I did proclame, | |
That who so kild that monster most deforme, | |
And him in hardy battaile ouercame, | |
Should haue mine onely daughter to his Dame, | |
And of my kingdome heire apparaunt bee: | |
Therefore since now to thee perteines the same, | |
By dew desert of noble cheualree, | |
Both daughter and eke kingdome, lo I yield to thee. | also |
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Then forth he called that his daughter faire, | |
The fairest Vn’ his onely daughter deare, | |
His onely daughter, and his onely heyre; | |
Who forth proceeding with sad sober cheare, | |
As bright as doth the morning starre appeare | |
Out of the East, with flaming lockes bedight, | dressed |
To tell that dawning day is drawing neare, | |
And to the world does bring long wished light; | |
So faire and fresh that Lady shewd her selfe in sight. | showed |
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So faire and fresh, as freshest flowre in May; | |
For she had layd her mournefull stole aside, | |
And widow-like sad wimple throwne away, | |
Wherewith her heauenly beautie she did hide, | |
Whiles on her wearie iourney she did ride; | |
And on her now a garment she did weare, | |
All lilly white, withoutten spot, or pride, | |
That seemd like silke and siluer wouen neare, | |
But neither silke nor siluer therein did appeare. | |
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The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, | |
And glorious light of her sunshyny face | |
To tell, were as to striue against the streame. | |
My ragged rimes are all too rude and bace, | crude |
Her heauenly lineaments for to enchace. | |
Ne wonder; for her owne deare loued knight, | |
All were she dayly with himselfe in place, | |
Did wonder much at her celestiall sight: | |
Oft had he seene her faire, but neuer so faire dight. | dressed |
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So fairely dight, when she in presence came, | dressed |
She to her Sire made humble reuerence, | father |
And bowed low, that her right well became, | suited her well |
And added grace vnto her excellence: | |
Who with great wisedome, and graue eloquence | |
Thus gan to say. But eare he thus had said, | began — before |
With flying speede, and seeming great pretence, | |
Came running in, much like a man dismaid, | |
A Messenger with letters, which his message said. | |
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All in the open hall amazed stood, | |
At suddeinnesse of that vnwarie sight, | |
And wondred at his breathlesse hastie mood. | |
But he for nought would stay his passage right, | nothing |
Till fast before the king he did alight; | get down |
Where falling flat, great humblesse he did make, | |
And kist the ground, whereon his foot was pight; | |
Then to his hands that writ he did betake, | |
Which he disclosing, red thus, as the paper spake. | |
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To thee, most mighty king of Eden faire, | |
Her greeting sends in these sad lines addrest, | |
The wofull daughter, and forsaken heire | abandoned |
Of that great Emperour of all the West; | |
And bids thee be aduized for the best, | |
Ere thou thy daughter linck in holy band | |
Of wedlocke to that new vnknowen guest: | |
For he already plighted his right hand | pledged |
Vnto another loue, and to another land. | |
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To me sad mayd, or rather widow sad, | |
He was affiaunced long time before, | |
And sacred pledges he both gaue, and had, | |
False erraunt knight, infamous, and forswore: | |
Witnesse the burning Altars, which he swore, | |
And guiltie heauens of his bold periury, | |
Which though he hath polluted oft of yore, | |
Yet I to them for iudgement iust do fly, | |
And them coniure t’auenge this shamefull iniury. | |
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Therefore since mine he is, or free or bond, | |
Or false or trew, or liuing or else dead, | |
Withhold, O soueraine Prince, your hasty hond | |
From knitting league with him, I you aread; | |
Ne weene my right with strength adowne to tread, | think |
Through weakenesse of my widowhed, or woe: | |
For truth is strong, her rightfull cause to plead, | |
And shall find friends, if need requireth soe, | |
So bids thee well to fare, Thy neither friend, nor foe, Fidessa. | |
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When he these bitter byting words had red, | |
The tydings straunge did him abashed make, | news — embarrassed |
That still he sate long time astonished | |
As in great muse, ne word to creature spake. | |
At last his solemne silence thus he brake, | |
With doubtfull eyes fast fixed on his guest; | firmly |
Redoubted knight, that for mine onely sake | |
Thy life and honour late aduenturest, | recently |
Let nought be hid from me, that ought to be exprest. | nothing |
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What meane these bloudy vowes, and idle threats, | |
Throwne out from womanish impatient mind? | |
What heauens? what altars? what enraged heates | |
Here heaped vp with termes of loue vnkind, | unnatural |
My conscience cleare with guilty bands would bind? | |
High God be witnesse, that I guiltlesse ame. | |
But if your selfe, Sir knight, ye faultie find, | |
Or wrapped be in loues of former Dame, | |
With crime do not it couer, but disclose the same. | |
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To whom the Redcrosse knight this answere sent, | |
My Lord, my King, be nought hereat dismayd, | not at all — at this |
Till well ye wote by graue intendiment, | |
What woman, and wherefore doth me vpbrayd | reproach |
With breach of loue, and loyalty betrayd. | |
It was in my mishaps, as hitherward | this way |
I lately traueild, that vnwares I strayd | |
Out of my way, through perils straunge and hard; | |
That day should faile me, ere I had them all declard. | before |
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There did I find, or rather I was found | |
Of this false woman, that Fidessa hight, | was called |
Fidessa hight the falsest Dame on ground, | called |
Most false Duessa, royall richly dight, | dressed |
That easie was t’inuegle weaker sight: | |
Who by her wicked arts, and wylie skill, | |
Too false and strong for earthly skill or might, | |
Vnwares me wrought vnto her wicked will, | |
And to my foe betrayd, when least I feared ill. | |
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Then stepped forth the goodly royall Mayd, | |
And on the ground her selfe prostrating low, | |
With sober countenaunce thus to him sayd; | |
O pardon me, my soueraigne Lord, to show | |
The secret treasons, which of late I know | |
To haue bene wroght by that false sorceresse. | |
She onely she it is, that earst did throw | |
This gentle knight into so great distresse, | |
That death him did awaite in dayly wretchednesse. | |
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And now it seemes, that she suborned hath | |
This craftie messenger with letters vaine, | |
To worke new woe and improuided scath, | |
By breaking of the band betwixt vs twaine; | between — two |
Wherein she vsed hath the practicke paine | |
Of this false footman, clokt with simplenesse, | |
Whom if ye please for to discouer plaine, | |
Ye shall him Archimago find, I ghesse, | |
The falsest man aliue; who tries shall find no lesse. | |
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The king was greatly moued at her speach, | |
And all with suddein indignation fraight, | |
Bad on that Messenger rude hands to reach. | rough |
Eftsoones the Gard, which on his state did wait, | soon afterwards |
Attacht that faitor false, and bound him strait: | |
Who seeming sorely chauffed at his band, | terribly — irritated |
As chained Beare, whom cruell dogs do bait, | |
With idle force did faine them to withstand, | ??? |
And often semblaunce made to scape out of their hand. | |
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But they him layd full low in dungeon deepe, | |
And bound him hand and foote with yron chains. | |
And with continuall watch did warely keepe; | |
Who then would thinke, that by his subtile trains | deceit |
He could escape fowle death or deadly paines? | |
Thus when that Princes wrath was pacifide, | |
He gan renew the late forbidden banes, | began — recently |
And to the knight his daughter deare he tyde, | |
With sacred rites and vowes for euer to abyde. | |
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His owne two hands the holy knots did knit, | |
That none but death for euer can deuide; | |
His owne two hands, for such a turne most fit, | |
The housling fire did kindle and prouide, | |
And holy water thereon sprinckled wide; | |
At which the bushy Teade a groome did light, | |
And sacred lampe in secret chamber hide, | |
Where it should not be quenched day nor night, | |
For feare of euill fates, but burnen euer bright. | |
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Then gan they sprinckle all the posts with wine, | began |
And made great feast to solemnize that day; | |
They all perfumde with frankincense diuine, | |
And precious odours fetcht from far away, | |
That all the house did sweat with great aray: | |
And all the while sweete Musicke did apply | |
Her curious skill, the warbling notes to play, | |
To driue away the dull Melancholy; | |
The whiles one sung a song of loue and iollity. | |
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During the which there was an heauenly noise | |
Heard sound through all the Pallace pleasantly, | |
Like as it had bene many an Angels voice, | |
Singing before th’eternall maiesty, | |
In their trinall triplicities on hye; | |
Yet wist no creature, whence that heauenly sweet | knew — from where |
Proceeded, yet each one felt secretly | |
Himselfe thereby reft of his sences meet, | deprived — appropriate |
And rauished with rare impression in his sprite. | |
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Great ioy was made that day of young and old, | |
And solemne feast proclaimd throughout the land, | |
That their exceeding merth may not be told: | |
Suffice it heare by signes to vnderstand | |
The vsuall ioyes at knitting of loues band. | |
Thrise happy man the knight himselfe did hold, | |
Possessed of his Ladies hart and hand, | |
And euer, when his eye did her behold, | |
His heart did seeme to melt in pleasures manifold. | |
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Her ioyous presence and sweet company | |
In full content he there did long enioy, | |
Ne wicked enuie, ne vile gealosy | |
His deare delights were able to annoy: | |
Yet swimming in that sea of blisfull ioy, | |
He nought forgot, how he whilome had sworne, | nothing — once |
In case he could that monstrous beast destroy, | |
Vnto his Farie Queene backe to returne: | |
The which he shortly did, and Vna left to mourne. | |
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Now strike your sailes ye iolly Mariners, | |
For we be come vnto a quiet rode, | |
Where we must land some of our passengers, | |
And light this wearie vessell of her lode. | |
Here she a while may make her safe abode, | |
Till she repaired haue her tackles spent, | rigging of a ship |
And wants supplide. And then againe abroad | made up for lacks |
On the long voyage whereto she is bent: | |
Well may she speede and fairely finish her intent. | |
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