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And brought thee up in ploughmans state That all these sorrowes suffer for my sake, to byde,

High heven behold the tedious toyle, ye for Whereof Georgos he thee gave to name;

me take. Till prickt with courage, and thy forces

pryde, To Fary court thou cam'st to seeke for | Now are we come unto my native soyle, fame,

And to the place, where all our perilles And prove thy puissaunt armes, as seemes

dwell; thee best became.'

Here hauntes that feend, and does his dayly

spoyle; LXVII

Therefore henceforth bee at your keeping O holy sire,' quoth he, “how shall I quight well, The many favours I with thee have fownd, And ever ready for your foeman fell. That hast my name and nation redd aright, The sparke of noble corage now awake, And taught the way that does to heaven And strive your excellent selfe to excell; bownd ?'

That shall ye evermore renowmed make This saide, adowne he looked to the grownd, Above all knights on earth, that batteill To have returnd, but dazed were his eyne,

undertake. Through passing brightnes, which did quite

confound His feeble sence, and too exceeding shyne: And pointing forth, “Lo ! yonder is,' said So darke are earthly thinges compard to

she, things divine.

• The brasen towre, in which my parents

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For dread of that huge feend emprisond be; At last, whenas himselfe he gan to fynd, Whom I from far see on the walles appeare, To Una back he cast him to retyre;

Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly Who him awaited still with pensive mynd.

cheare: Great thankes and goodly meed to that And on the top of all I do espye good syre

The watchman wayting tydings glad to He thens departing gave, for his paynes

heare; byre.

That, O my parents, might I happily So came to Una, who him joyd to see, Unto you bring, to ease you of your misery!' And after litle rest, gan him desyre, Of her adventure myndfull for to bee.

IV So leave they take of Calia and her daugh- | With that they heard a roaring hideous ters three.

sownd, That all the ayre with terror filled wyde,

And seemd uneath to sbake the stedfast CANTO XI

ground.

Eftsoones that dreadfull dragon they espyde,
The knight with that old Dragon fights

Where stretcht he lay upon the sunny side
Two da yes incessantly:
The third, him overthrowes, and gayns

Of a great hill, himselfe like a great hill.
Most glorious victory.

But all so soone as he from far descryde
Those glistring armes, that heven with

light did fill, High time now gan it wex for Una fayre He rousd himselfe full blyth, and hastned To thinke of those her captive parents deare, them untill. And their forwasted kingdom to repayre: Whereto whenas they now approched neare, With hartie wordes her knight she gan to Then badd the knight his lady yede aloof, ebeare,

And to an hill her selfe withdraw asyde, And in her modest maner thus bespake: | From whence she might behold that bat'Deare knight, as deare as ever knight was

tailles proof, deare,

And eke be safe from daunger far descryde:

bynd,

beat,

She him obayd, and turnd a litle wyde.

IX Now, 0 thou sacred Muse, most learned And over, all with brasen scales was armd, dame,

Like plated cote of steele, so couched neare, Fayre ympe of Phæbus, and his aged bryde, That nought mote perce, ne might his corse The nourse of time and everlasting fame,

bee harmd That warlike handes ennoblest with im With dint of swerd, nor push of pointed mortall name;

speare:

Which as an eagle, seeing pray appeare, VI

His aery plumes doth rouze, full rudely O gently come into my feeble brest,

dight, Come gently, but not with that mightie rage, So shaked he, that horror was to heare: Wherewith the martiall troupes thou doest For as the clashing of an armor bright, infest,

Such noyse his rouzed scales did send unto And hartes of great heroës doest enrage,

the knight. That nought their kindled corage may aswage:

X Soone as thy dreadfull trompe begins to His faggy winges, when forth he did dissownd,

play, The god of warre with his fiers equipage Were fike two sayles, in which the hollow Thou doest awake, sleepe never he so sownd,

wynd And scared nations doest with horror sterne Is gathered full, and worketh speedy way: astownd.

And eke the pennes, that did his pineons VII

Were like mayne-yardes, with flying canvas Fayre goddesse, lay that furious fitt asyde,

lynd, Till I of warres and bloody Mars doe sing, With which whenas him list the ayre to And Bryton fieldes with Sarazin blood bedyde,

And there by force unwonted passage fynd, Twixt that great Faery Queene and Paynim The clowdes before him fledd for terror

great, That with their horror heven and earth did | And all the hevens stood still, amazed with ring,

his threat. A worke of labour long, and endlesse

prayse: But now a while lett downe that haughtie His huge long tayle, wownd up in hundred string,

foldes, And to my tunes thy second tenor rayse, Does overspred his long bras-scaly back, That I this man of God his godly armes Whose wreathed boughtes when ever he may blaze.

unfoldes, And thick entangled knots adown does

slack, By this the dreadfull beast drew nigh to Bespotted as with shieldes of red and blacke, hand,

It sweepeth all the land behind him farre, Halfe flying and halfe footing in his haste, And of three furlongs does but litle lacke; That with his largenesse measured much And at the point two stinges in fixed arre, land,

Both deadly sharp, that sharpest steele exAnd made wide shadow under his huge ceeden farr.

waste; As mountaine doth the valley overcaste.

XII Approching nigh, he reared high afore But stinges and sharpest steele did far ex. His body monstrous, horrible, and vaste,

ceed Which, to increase his wondrous greatnes | The sharpnesse of his cruel rending clawes: more,

Dead was it sure, as sure as death in deed, Was swoln with wrath, and poyson, and with What ever thing does touch his ravenous bloody gore.

pawes,

King,

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Or what within his reach he ever drawes. That made the Redcrosse Knight nigh But his most hideous head my tongue to

quake for feare,

As bidding bold defyaunce to his foeman Does tremble; for his deepe devouring

neare. jawes Wyde gaped, like the griesly mouth of bell,

The knight gan fayrely couch his steady Through which into his darke abysse all

speare, ravin fell.

And fiersely ran at him with rigorous

might: XIII

The pointed steele, arriving rudely theare, And, that more wondrous was, in either His harder hyde would nether perce nor jaw

bight, Three 'ranckes of yron teeth enraunged But, glauncing by, foorth passed forward were,

right: In which yett trickling blood and gobbets Yet, sore amoved with so puissaunt push, raw

The wrathfull beast about him turned light, Of late devoured bodies did appeare, And him so rudely, passing by, did brush That sight thereof bredd cold congealed With his long tayle, that horse and man to feare:

ground did rush. Which to increase, and all atonce to kill, A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphure seare

Both horse and man up lightly rose againe, Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed And fresh encounter towardes him addrest: still,

But th' ydle stroke yet backe recoyld in That all the ayre about with smoke and

vaine, stench did fill.

And found no place his deadly point to rest.

Exceeding rage enflam'd the furious beast, XIV

To be avenged of so great despight; His blazing eyes, like two bright shining For never felt his imperceable brest shieldes,

So wondrous force from hand of living Did burne with wrath, and sparkled living wight; fyre;

Yet bad he prov'd the powre of many a As two broad beacons, sett in open fieldes,

puissant knight. Send forth their flames far of to every

shyre, And warning give, that enimies conspyre Then, with his waving wings displayed With fire and sword the region to invade;

wyde, So flam'd his eyne with rage and rancorous Himselfe up high he lifted from the ground,

And with strong flight did forcibly divyde But far within, as in a hollow glade,

The yielding ayre, which nigh too feeble Those glaring lampes were sett, that made

found
a dreadfull shade.

Her flitting parts, and element unsound,
To beare so great a weight: he, cutting

way So dreadfully he towardes him did pas, With his broad sayles, about him soared Forelifting up a loft his speckled brest,

round; And often bounding on the brused gras, At last, low stouping with unweldy sway, As for great joyaunce of his newcome | Snatcht up both horse and man, to beare guest.

them quite away. Eftsoones he gan advaunce his baughty

crest, As chauffed bore his bristles doth upreare, Long he them bore above the subject And shoke his scales to battaile ready

plaine, drest,

So far as ewghen bow a shaft may send,

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Till struggling strong did him at last con Trebly augmented was his furious mood straine

With bitter sence of his deepe rooted ill, To let them downe before his flightes end: That fames of fire he threw forth from As hagard hauke, presuming to contend

his large nosethril. With hardy fowle, above his hable might, His wearie pounces all in vaine doth spend

XXIII To trusse the pray too heavy for his flight; | His hideous tayle then hurled be about, Which, comming down to ground, does free | And therewith all enwrapt the nimble it selfe by fight.

Of his froth-fomy steed, whose courage XX

stout He so disseized of his gryping grosse, Striving to loose the knott, that fast him The knight his thrillant speare againe

tyes, assayd

Himselfe in streighter bandes too rash imIn his bras-plated body to embosse, And three mens strength unto the stroake That to the ground he is perforce conhe layd;

straynd Wherewith the stiffe beame quaked, as To throw his ryder: who can quickly ryse affrayd,

From of the earth, with durty blood disAnd glauncing from his scaly necke, did | taynd, glyde

For that reprochfull fall right fowly he Close under his left wing, then broad dis

disdaynd.. playd. The percing steele there wrought a wound full wyde,

And fercely tooke his trenchand blade in That with the uncouth smart the monster

hand, lowdly cryde.

With which he stroke so furious and so

fell, XXI

That nothing seemd the puissaunce could He cryde, as raging seas are wont to rore,

withstand: When wintry storme his wrathful wreck Upon his crest the hardned yron fell; does threat;

But his more hardned crest was armd so The rolling billowes beat the ragged shore, well, As they the earth would shoulder from her That deeper dint therein it would not make; seat,

Yet so extremely did the buffe him quell, And greedy gulfe does gape, as he would That from thenceforth be shund the like to

take, His neighbour element in his revenge: But, when he saw them come, he did them Then gin the blustring brethren boldly threat, still forsake. To move the world from off his stedfast henge,

XXV And boystrous battaile make, each other to The knight was wroth to see his stroke beavenge.

And smot againe with more outrageous

might; The steely head stuck fast still in his flesh, But backe againe the sparcling steele reTill with his cruell clawes he snatcht the

coyld, wood,

And left not any marke where it did light, And quite á sunder broke. Forth flowed As if in adamant rocke it had beene pight. fresh

The beast, impatient of his smarting wound, A gushing river of blacke gory blood, And of so fierce and forcible despight, That drowned all the land, whereon he Thought with his winges to stye above the stood:

ground; The streame thereof would drive a water But his late wounded wing unserviceable mill.

found.

eat

guyld,

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well:

fell.

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Full of great vertues, and for med'cine Then, full of griefe and anguish vehement,

good. He lowdly brayd, that like was never heard, Whylome, before that cursed dragon got And from his wide devouring oven sent That happy land, and all with innocent A flake of fire, that, flashing in his beard,

blood Him all amazd, and almost made afeard: | Defyld those sacred waves, it rightly hot The scorching flame sore swinged all his | The Well of Life, ne yet his vertues had face,

forgot. And through his armour all his body seard, That he could not endure so cruell cace,

xxx Bat thought his armes to leave, and helmet | For unto life the dead it could restore, to unlace.

And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash

away; XXVII

Those that with sicknesse were infected Not that great champion of the antique

sore world,

It could recure, and aged long decay Whom famous poetes verse so much doth Renew, as one were borne that very day. vaunt,

Both Silo this, and Jordan, did excell, And hath for twelve huge labours high ex And th’ English Bath, and eke the German told,

Spau, So many furies and sharpe fits did haunt, Ne can Cephise, nor Hebrus match this When him the poysoned garment did enchaunt,

Into the same the knight back overthrowen With Centaures blood and bloody verses

charmd, As did this knight twelve thousand dolours

XXXI daunt,

Now gan the golden Phæbus for to steepe Whom fyrie steele now burnt, that erst him His fierie face in billowes of the west, armd,

And his faint steedes watred in ocean deepe, That erst him goodly armd, now most of Whiles from their journall labours they did all him harmd.

rest,

When that infernall monster, having kest XXVIII

His wearie foe into that living well, Faynt, wearie, sore, emboyled, grieved, Can high advaunce his broad discoloured

brent Tith heat, toyle, wounds, armes, smart, Above his wonted pitch, with countenance and inward fire,

fell, That never man such mischiefes did tor- | And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did ment;

dwell. Death better were, death did he oft desire, Bat death will never come, when needes

XXXII require.

Which when his pensive lady saw from Whom so dismayd when that his foe be

farre, held,

Great woe and sorrow did her soule assay, He east to suffer him no more respire, As weening that the sad end of the warre, Bet gan his sturdy sterne about to weld, And gan to highest God entirely pray, And him so strongly stroke, that to the That feared chaunce from her to turne ground him feid.

With folded hands, and knees full lowly XXIX

bent, It fortuned (as fayre it then befell,) All night shee watcht, ne once adowne Bebyad his backe, unweeting, where he would lay stood,

Her dainty limbs in her sad dreriment, Of amneient time there was a springing well, | But praying still did wake, and waking did Erom which fast trickled forth a silver flood,

lament.

brest

away:

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