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XLVII • The forlorne maiden, whom your eies have Yt was my chaunce (my chaunce was faire seene
and good) The laughing stocke of Fortunes mockeries, There for to find a fresh unproved knight, Am th' onely daughter of a king and Whose manly hands imbrewd in guilty queene;
blood Whose parents deare, whiles equal destinies Had never beene, ne ever by his might Did ronne about, and their felicities
Had throwne to ground the unregarded The favourable heavens did not envy,
right: Did spred their rule through all the terri- || Yet of his prowesse proofe he since hath tories,
made Which Phison and Euphrates floweth by, (I witnes am) in many a cruell fight; And Gehons golden waves doe wash con The groning ghosts of many one dismaide tinually.
Have felt the bitter dint of his avenging
blade. XLIV « Till that their cruell cursed enemy,
XLVIII An huge great dragon, horrible in sight, • And ye, the forlorne reliques of his powre, Bred in the loathly lakes of Tartary, | His biting sword, and his devouring speare, With murdrous ravine, and devouring might, Which have endured many a dreadful Their kingdome spoild, and countrey wasted
Can speake his prowesse, that did earst you Themselves, for feare into his jawes to fall,
beare, He forst to castle strong to take their flight, And well could rule: now he hath left you Where, fast embard in mighty brasen wall,
And of my dolefull disaventurous deare:
Where have yee left your lord, that could • Full many knights, adventurous and stout,
so well you tosse ? Have enterprizd that monster to subdew; From every coast, that heaven walks about,
XLIX Have thither come the noble martial crew, Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had, That famous harde atchievements still pur- That he my captive languor should resew;
deeme; Yet never any could that girlond win, Till, all unweeting, an enchaunter bad But all still shronke, and still he greater His sence abusd, and made him to misgrew:
deeme All they for want of faith, or guilt of sin, My loyalty, not such as it did seeme, The pitteous pray of his fiers cruelty have That rather death desire then such despight, bin.
Be judge, ye heavens, that all things right
How I him lov'd, and love with all my "At last, yled with far reported praise,
might! Which flying fame throughout the world So thought I eke of him, and think I had spred,
thought aright. Of doughty knights, whom Fary Land did raise,
L That noble order hight of Maidenhed, “Thenceforth me desolate he quite forForthwith to court of Gloriane I sped,
sooke, Of Gloriane, great queene of glory bright, To wander where wilde fortune would me Whose kingdomes seat Cleopolis is red,
lead, There to obtaine some such redoubted knight, And other bywaies he himselfe betooke, That parents deare from tyrants powre de- Where never foote of living wight did liver might.
That brought not backe the balefull body Els should this Redcrosse Knight in bands dead;
have dyde, In which him chaunced false Duessa meete, For whose deliverance she this Prince doth Mine onely foe, mine onely deadly dread,
thether guyd. Who with her witchcraft, and misseeming sweete,
II Inveigled him to follow her desires un | They sadly traveild thus, untill they came meete.
Nigh to a castle builded strong and hye:
Then cryde the dwarfe, .Lo! yonder is the LI
same, "At last, by subtile sleights she him be In which my lord, my liege, doth lucklesse ly, traid
Thrall to that gyaunts hatefull tyranny: Cnto his foe, a gyaunt huge and tall; Therefore, deare sir, your mightie powres Who him disarmed, dissolute, dismaid,
assay.' Unwares surprised, and with mighty mall The noble knight alighted by and by The monster mercilesse him made to fall, | From loftie steed, and badd the ladie stay, Whose fall did never foe before behold; | To see what end of fight should him befall And now in darkesome dungeon, wretched
that day. thrall, Remedilesse, for aie he doth him hold; This is my cause of griefe, more great then So with the squire, th'admirer of his might, may be told.'
He marched forth towardes that castle
Whose gates he fownd fast shutt, ne living Ere she had ended all, she gan to faint; Bat be her comforted, and faire bespake: To warde the same, nor answere commers *Certes, madame, ye have great cause of plaint,
Then tooke that squire an horne of bugle That stoutest heart, I weene, could cause
small, to quake.
Which hong adowne his side in twisted gold But be of cheare, and comfort to you take: And tasselles gay. Wyde wonders over all For till I have acquitt your captive knight, | Of that same hornes great vertues weren Assure your selfe, I will you not forsake.'
told, His chearefull words reviv'd her chearelesse Which had approved bene in uses manifold.
spright: So forth they went, the dwarfe them guid
IV ing ever right.
Was never wight that heard that shrilling
But trembling feare did feel in every vaine: CANTO VIII
Three miles it might be easy heard arownd,
And ecchoes three aunswerd it selfe againe:
No false enchauntment, nor deceiptfull
Might once abide the terror of that blast,
No gate so strong, no locke so firme and Ay me! how many perils doe enfold
fast, The righteous man, to make him daily But with that percing noise flew open quite, fall,
or brast. Were not that Heavenly Grace doth him
uphold, And stedfast Truth acquite him out of all! The same before the geaunts gate he blew, Her love is firme, her care continuall, That all the castle quaked from the grownd, So oft as be, through his own foolish pride And every dore of freewill open flew: Or weaknes, is to sinfull bands made thrall: | The gyaunt selfe dismaied with that sownd, IX
Where he with his Duessa dalliaunce fownd,
As when almightie Jove, in wrathfull mood, In hast came rushing forth from inner To wreake the guilt of mortall sins is bent, bowre,
Hurles forth his thundring dart with deadly With staring countenance sterne, as one as
Enrold in flames, and smouldring dreriAnd staggering steps, to weet what suddein ment, stowre
Through riven cloudes and molten firmaHad wrought that horror strange, and
The fiers threeforked engin, making way,
mount of clay. And every head was crowned on his creast, And bloody mouthed with late cruell feast. That when the knight beheld, his mightie His boystrous club, so buried in the grownd, shild
He could not rearen up againe so light, Upon his manly arme he soone addrest, But that the knight him at advantage fownd, And at him fiersly flew, with corage fild, And whiles he strove his combred clubbe to And eger greedinesse through every mem
quight ber thrild.
Out of the earth, with blade all burning
He smott of his left arme, which like a Therewith the gyant buckled him to fight,
block Inflamd with scornefull wrath and high dis Did fall to ground, depriv'd of native daine,
might: And lifting up his dreadfull club on hight, Large streames of blood out of the truncked All armd with ragged snubbes and knottie
Forth gushed, like fresh water streame Him thought at first encounter to have from riven rocke.
slaine. But wise and wary was that noble pere,
XI And lightly leaping from so monstrous Dismayed with so desperate deadly wound, maine,
And eke impatient of unwonted payne, Did fayre avoide the violence him nere; He lowdly brayd with beastly yelling It booted nought to thinke such thunder
sownd, bolts to beare.
That all the fieldes rebellowed againe:
As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian VIII
plaine Ne shame he thought to shonne so hideous An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth might.
sting, The ydle stroke, enforcing furious way, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine, Missing the marke of his misaymed sight, And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowDid fall to ground, and with his heavy
The neighbor woods arownd with hollow So deepely dinted in the driven clay,
murmur ring. That three yardes deepe a furrow up did throw:
XII The sad earth, wounded with so sore assay, That when his deare Duessa heard, and saw Did grone full grievous underneath the The evill stownd that daungerd her estate, blow,
Unto his aide she hastily did draw And trembling with strange feare, did like Her dreadfull beast, who, swolne with an erthquake show.
blood of late,
Came ramping forth with proud presump
XVI teous gate,
And high advauncing his blood-thirstie And threatned all his heades like flaming blade, brandes.
Stroke one of those deformed heades so But him the squire made quickly to retrate,
sore, Encountring fiers with single sword in That of his puissaunce proud ensample hand,
made; And twixt him and his lord did like a bul | His monstrous scalpe downe to his teeth it warke stand.
And that misformed shape misshaped more: XIII
A sea of blood gusht from the gaping The proud Duessa, full of wrathfull spight
wownd, And fiers disdaine, to be affronted so, That her gay garments staynd with filthy Enforst her purple beast with all her might,
gore, That stop out of the way to overthroe, | And overflowed all the field arownd; Scorning the let of so unequall foe:
That over shoes in blood he waded on the But nathemore would that corageous
grownd. swayne To her yeeld passage, gainst his lord to goe,
XVII But with outrageous strokes did him re Thereat he rored for exceeding paine, straine,
That, to have heard, great horror would And with his body bard the way atwixt have bred, them twaine.
And scourging th' emptie ayre with his
Through great impatience of his grieved Then tooke the angrie witch her golden cup, hed, Which still she bore, replete with magick | His gorgeous ryder from her loftie sted artes;
Would have cast downe, and trodd in durty Death and despeyre did many thereof sup,
myre, And secret poyson through their inner Had not the gyaunt soone her succoured; partes,
Who, all enrag'd with smart and frantick Th' eternall bale of heavie wounded harts;
yre, Which, after charmes and some enchaunt- Came hurtling in full fiers, and forst the ments said,
knight retyre. She lightly sprinkled on his weaker partes; Therewith his sturdie corage soone was quayd,
The force, which wont in two to be disAnd all his sences were with suddein dread dismayd.
In one alone left hand he now unites,
both were erst; So downe he fell before the cruell beast, With which his hideous club aloft he dites, Who on his neck his bloody clawes did And at his foe with furious rigor smites, seize,
That strongest oake might seeme to overThat life nigh crusht out of his panting
The stroke upon his shield so heavie lites, No powre he had to stirre, nor will to rize. That to the ground it doubleth him full That when the carefull knight gan well avise,
What mortall wight could ever beare so He lightly left the foe with whom he monstrous blow ?
fought, And to the beast gan turne his enterprise; For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought, And in his fall his shield, that covered was, To see his loved squyre into such thraldom | Did loose his vele by chaunce, and open brought.
The light whereof, that hevens light did The mightie trunck halfe rent, with ragged pas,
rift Such blazing brightnesse through the ayer Doth roll adowne the rocks, and fall with threw,
fearefull drift. That eye mote not the same endure to vew. Which when the gyaunt spyde with staring
Or as a castle, reared high and round, He downe let fall his arme, and soft with | By subtile engins and malitious slight drew
Is undermined from the lowest ground, His weapon huge, that heaved was on hye, And her foundation forst, and feebled For to have slain the man, that on the
quight, ground did lye.
At last downe falles, and with her heaped
Her hastie ruine does more heavie make, And eke the fruitfull-headed beast, amazd And yields it selfe unto the victours might; At flashing beames of that sunshiny shield, Such was this gyaunts fall, that seemd to Became stark blind, and all his sences dazd,
shake That downe he tumbled on the durtie field, The stedfast globe of earth, as it for feare And seemd himselfe as conquered to yield.
did quake. Whom when his maistresse proud perceiy'd to fall,
XXIV Whiles yet his feeble feet for faintnesse The knight then, lightly leaping to the pray, reeld,
With mortall steele him smot againe so Unto the gyaunt lowdly she gan call,
sore, O helpe, Orgoglio, helpel or els we perish That headlesse his unweldy bodie lay,
All wallowd in his owne fowle bloody gore,
Which flowed from his wounds in wondrous XXI
store. At her so pitteous cry was much amoov'd But soone as breath out of his brest did pas, Her champion stout, and for to ayde his That huge great body, which the gyaunt frend,
bore, Againe his wonted angry weapon proov'd: Was vanisht quite, and of that monstrous But all in vaine: for he has redd his end
mas In that bright shield, and all his forces | Was nothing left, but like an emptie blader spend
was. Them selves in vaine: for since that glauncing sight,
XXV He hath no poure to hurt, nor to defend; Whose grievous fall when false Duessa As where th’ Almighties lightning brond
spyde, does light,
Her golden cup she cast unto the ground, It dimmes the dazed eyen, and daunts the | And crowned mitre rudely threw asyde; sences quight.
Such percing griefe her stubborne hart did
That she could not endure that dolefull Whom when the Prince, to batteill new
But leaving all behind her, fled away: And threatning high his dreadfull stroke, The light-foot squyre her quickly turnd did see,
around, His sparkling blade about his head he blest, And by hard meanes enforcing her to stay, And smote off quite his right leg by the So brought unto his lord, as his deserved
pray. That downe he tombled; as an aged tree,
XXVI High growing on the top of rocky clift, Whose hartstrings with keene steele nigh The roiall virgin, which beheld from farre, hewen be;
| In pensive plight and sad perplexitie,