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And mightie strong was turnd to feeble frayle:

So growen great, through arrogant delight His chaunged powres at first them selves Of th' high descent whereof he was yborne, not felt,

And through presumption of his matchlesse Till crudled cold his corage gan assayle,

might, And chearefull blood in fayntnes chill did | All other powres and knighthood he did melt,

scorne. Which, like a fever fit, through all his body Such now he marcheth to this man forlorne, swelt.

And left to losse: his stalking steps are


Upon a snaggy oke, which he had torne Yet goodly court he made still to his dame, Out of his mothers bowelles, and it made Pourd out in loosnesse on the grassy

His mortall mace, wherewith his foemen grownd,

he dismayde. Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame: Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd,

XI Which through the wood loud bellowing That when the knight he spyde, he gan addid rebownd,

vaunce That all the earth for terror seemd to | With huge force and insupportable mayne, shake,

And towardes him with dreadfull fury And trees did tremble. Th’Elfe, therewith praunce; • astownd,

Who haplesse, and eke hopelesse, all in Upstarted lightly from his looser make,

vainc And his unready weapons gan in hand to | Did to him pace, sad battaile to darrayne, take.

Disarmd, disgraste, and inwardly dismayde,

And eke so faint in every joynt and vayne, VIII

Through that fraile fountain, which him But ere he could his armour on him dight,

feeble made, Or gett his shield, his monstrous enimy That scarsely could he weeld his bootlesse With sturdie steps came stalking in his

single blade. sight, An hideous geaunt, horrible and hye,

XII That with his tallnesse seemd to threat the The geaunt strooke so maynly mercilesse, skye;

That could have overthrowne a stony towre, The ground eke groned under him for dreed: | And were not hevenly grace, that him did His living like saw never living eye,

blesse, Ne durst behold: his stature did exceed He had beene pouldred all, as thin as flowre: The hight of three the tallest sonnes of But he was wary of that deadly stowre, mortall seed.

And lightly lept from underneath the blow:

Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre IX

That with the winde it did him overthrow, The greatest Earth his uncouth mother And all his sences stoond, that still he lay was,

full low. And blustring Æolus his boasted syre; Who with his breath, which through the world doth pas,

As when that divelish yron engin, wrought Her hollow womb did secretly inspyre, In deepest hell, and framd by furies skill, And fild her hidden caves with stormie yre, With windy nitre and quick sulphur fraught, That she conceiv'd; and trebling the dew | And ramd with bollet rownd, ordaind to

time, In which the wombes of wemen doe expyre, Conceiveth fyre, the heavens it doth fill Brought forth this monstrous masse of With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth earthly slyme,

choke, Puft up with emptie wynd, and fild with That none can breath, nor see, nor beare at sinfull cryme.







Through smouldry cloud of duskish stinck- | An yron brest, and back of scaly bras, ing smok,

And all embrewd in blood, his eyes did That th' onely breath him daunts, who bath shine as glas. escapt the stroke.

His tayle was stretched out in wondrous So daunted when the geaunt saw the knight, length, His heavie hand he heaved up on hye, That to the hous of hevenly gods it raught, And him to dust thought to have battred And with extorted powre, and borrow'd quight,

strength, Untill Duessa loud to him gan crye, The everburning lamps from thence it • O great Orgoglio, greatest under skye,

braught, O hold thy mortall hand for ladies sake! And prowdly threw to ground, as things of Hold for my sake, and doe him not to dye,

naught; But vanquisht thine eternall bondslave And underneath his filthy feet did tread make,

The sacred thinges, and holy heastes foreAnd me, thy worthy meed, unto thy leman

taught. take.

Upon this dreadfull beast with sevenfold


He sett the false Duessa, for more aw and He hearkned, and did stay from further dread.

harmes, To gayne so goodly guerdon as she spake:

XIX So willingly she came into his armes, The wofull dwarfe, which saw his maisters Who her as willingly to grace did take,

fall, And was possessed of his newfound make. Whiles he had keeping of his grasing steed, Then up he tooke the slombred sencelesse And valiant knight become a caytive thrall, corse,

When all was past, tooke up his forlorne And ere he could out of his swowne awake, weed; Him to his castle brought with hastie forse, His mightie armour, missing most at need; And in a dongeon deep him threw without His silver shield, now idle maisterlesse; remorse.

His poynant speare, that many made to


The ruefull moniments of heavinesse; From that day forth Duessa was his deare, And with them all departes, to tell his And highly honourd in his haughtie eye;

great distresse. He gave her gold and purple pall to weare, And triple crowne set on her head full hye,

XX And her endowd with royall majestye: He had not travaild long, when on the way Then, for to make her dreaded more of He wofull lady, wofull Una, met, men,

Fast flying from the Paynims greedy pray, And peoples hartes with awfull terror tye, Whilest Satyrane him from pursuit did let: A monstrous beast ybredd in filthy fen Who when her eyes she on the dwarf had He chose, which he had kept long time in

set, darksom den.

And saw the signes, that deadly tydinges


She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret, Such one it was, as that renowmed snake And lively breath her sad brest did forsake, Which great Alcides in Stremona slew, I Yet might her pitteous hart be seene to pant Long fostred in the filth of Lerna lake,

and quake. Whose many heades out budding ever new Did breed him endlesse labor to subdew: But this same monster much more ugly The messenger of so unbappie newes was;

| Would faine have dyde; dead was his hart For seven great heads out of his body grew, within;





Yet outwardly some little comfort shewes:

XXV At last recovering bart, he does begin • Tempestuous Fortune hath spent all her To rubb her temples, and to chaufe her : spight, chin,

And thrilling Sorrow throwne his utmost And everie tender part does tosse and dart; turne:

Thy sad tong cannot tell more heavy plight So hardly he the fitted life does win, Then that I feele, and harbour in mine hart: Unto her native prison to retourne:

Who hath endur'd the whole, can beare ech Then gins her grieved ghost thus to lament

part. and mourne:

If death it be, it is not the first wound,

That launched hath my brest with bleeding XXII

smart. Ye dreary instruments of dolefull sight, Begin, and end the bitter balefull stound; That doe this deadly spectacle behold, If lesse then that I feare, more favour I Why do ye lenger feed on loathed light,

have found.” Or liking find to gaze on earthly mould, Sith cruell fates the carefull threds unfould,

Then gan the dwarfe the whole discourse The which my life and love together tyde?

declare: Now let the stony dart of sencelesse cold The subtile traines of Archimago old; Perce to my hart, and pas through everie The wanton loves of false Fidessa fayre, side,

Bought with the blood of vanquisht Paynim And let eternall night so sad sight fro me bold; hyde.

The wretched payre transformd to treen

mould; XXIII

The House of Pryde, and perilles round O lightsome day, the lampe of highest

about; Jove,

The combat, which he with Sansjoy did First made by him, mens wandring wayes hould; to guyde,

The lucklesse conflict with the gyaunt stout, When darknesse he in deepest dongeon Wherein captiv'd, of life or death he stood drove,

in doubt. Henceforth thy hated face for ever hyde, And shut up heavens windowes shyning

XXVII wyde:

She heard with patience all unto the end, For earthly sight can nought but sorow And strove to maister sorrowfull assay, breed,

Which greater grew, the more she did conAnd late repentance, which shall long abyde.

tend, Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed, And almost rent her tender hart in tway; Bat, seeled up with death, shall have their | And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay: deadly meed.'

For greater love, the greater is the losse.

Was never lady loved dearer day,

Then she did love the Knight of the Red-
Then downe againe she fell unto the ground; crosse;
But be her quickly reared up againe: For whose deare sake so many troubles her
Thrise did she sinke adowne in deadly

did tosse. swownd, And thrise he her reviv'd with busie paine:

XXVIII At last, when life recover'd had the raine, At last, when fervent sorrow slaked was, And over-wrestled his strong enimy,

She up arose, resolving him to find, With foltring tong, and trembling everie Alive or dead; and forward forth doth pas, vaine,

All as the dwarfe the way to her assynd; "Tell on,' quoth she, the wofull tragedy, And ever more, in constant carefull mind, The which these reliques sad present unto She fedd her wound with fresh renewed mine eye.




Long tost with stormes, and bet with bitter With sprincled pearle and gold full richly

wind, High over hills, and lowe adowne the dale, Did shake, and seemd to daunce for jollity; She wandred many a wood, and measurd Like to an almond tree ymounted hye many a vale.

On top of greene Selinis all alone,

With blossoms brave bedecked daintily; XXIX

Whose tender locks do tremble every one At last she chaunced by good hap to meet | At everie little breath, that under heaven A. goodly knight, faire marching by the

is blowne. way, Together with his squyre, arayed meet: His glitterand armour shined far away, His warlike shield all closely cover'd was, Like glauncing light of Phæbus brightest | Ne might of mortall eye be ever seene; ray;

Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras; From top to toe no place appeared bare, Such earthly mettals soone consumed beene; That deadly dint of steele endanger may: But all of diamond perfect pure and cleene Athwart his brest à bauldrick brave he | It framed was, one massy entire mould, ware,

Hewen out of adamant rocke with engines That shind, like twinkling stars, with stones

keene, most pretious rare.

That point of speare it never percen could,

Ne dint of direfull sword divide the subXXX

stance would And in the midst thereof, one pretious stone Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous

XXXIV mights,

The same to wight he never wont disclose, Shapt like a ladies head, exceeding shone, But when as monsters huge he would disLike Hesperus emongst the lesser lights,

may, And strove for to amaze the weaker sights: | Or daunt unequall armies of his foes, Thereby his mortall blade full comely hong Or when the flying heavens he would afIn yvory sheath, ycarv'd with curious

fray: slights;

For so exceeding shone his glistring ray, Whose hists were burnisht gold, and handle That Phæbus golden face it did attaint, strong

As when a cloud his beames doth over-lay; Of mother perle, and buckled with a golden And silver Cynthia wexed pale and faynt, tong.

As when her face is staynd with magicke

arts constraint. XXXI His haughtie helmet, horrid all with gold,

XXXV Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour No magicke arts hereof had any might, bredd;

Nor bloody wordes of bold enchaunters For all the crest a dragon did enfold

call, With greedie pawes, and over all did spredd But all that was not such as seemd in His golden winges: his dreadfull hideous hedd,

Before that shield did fade, and suddeine Close couched on the bever, seemd to throw

fall: From flaming mouth bright sparckles fiery And when him list the raskall routes apredd,

pall, That suddeine horrour to faint hartes did Men into stones therewith he could trans

show; And scaly tayle was stretcht adowne his And stones to dust, and dust to nonght at back full low.


And when him list the prouder lookes subXXXII

dew, Upon the top of all his loftie crest,

He would them gazing blind, or turne to A bounch of heares discolourd diversly,

other hew.






Such helplesse harmes yts better hidden Ne let it seeme that credence this exceedes;

keep, For he that made the same was knowne Then rip up griefe, where it may not availe; right well

My last left comfort is, my woes to weepe To have done much more admirable deedes. and waile.' It Merlin was, which whylome did excell All living wightes in might of magicke spell:

• Ah! lady deare,' quoth then the gentle Both shield, and sword, and armour all he knight, wrought

• Well may I ween your grief is wondrous For this young Prince, when first to armes great; he fell;

For wondrous great griefe groneth in my But when he dyde, the Faery Queene it spright, brought

Whiles thus I heare you of your sorrowes To Faerie Lond, where yet it may be seene, treat. if sought.

But, woefull lady, let me you intrete

For to unfold the anguish of your hart: XXXVII

Mishaps are maistred by advice discrete, A gentle youth, his dearely loved squire, And counsell mitigates the greatest smart; His speare of heben wood behind him bare, Found never help, who never would his Whose harmeful head, thrise heated in the hurts impart.'

fire, Had riven many a brest with pikehead square;

O but,' quoth she, 'great griefe will not be A goodly person, and could menage faire

tould, His stubborne steed with curbed canon bitt, And can more easily be thought then said.' Who under him did trample as the aire, • Right so,' quoth he; but he, that never And chauft, that any on his backe should

would, sitt;

Could never: will to might gives greatest The yron rowels into frothy fome he bitt.


But griefe,' quoth she,' does greater grow XXXVIII

displaid, Whenas this knight nigh to the lady drew, | If then it find not helpe, and breeds deWith lovely court he gan her entertaine; But when he heard her aunswers loth, he | Despaire breeds not,' quoth he, where knew

faith is staid. Some secret sorrow did her heart distraine: • No faith so fast,' quoth she, but flesh Which to allay, and calme her storming does paire. paine,

• Flesh may empaire,' quoth he, but reason Faire feeling words he wisely gan display, can repaire.' And for her humor fitting purpose faine, To tempt the cause it selfe for to bewray; Wherewith enmovd, these bleeding words His goodly reason and well guided speach she gan to say:

So deepe did settle in her gracious thought,

That her perswaded to disclose the breach, XXXIX

Which love and fortune in her heart had • What worlds delight, or joy of living

wrought, speach,

And said: 'Faire sir, I hope good hap hath Can bart, so plungd in sea of sorrowes brought deep,

You to inquere the secrets of my griefe, And heaped with so huge misfortunes, Or that your wisedome will direct my reach?

thought, The carefull cold beginneth for to creep, Or that your prowesse can me yield reliefe: And in my heart his yron arrow steep, Then heare the story sad, which I shall tell Soone as I thinke upon my bitter bale:

you briefe.



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