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Those that with sickneffe were infected fore Or other secret vertue did ensew;
Els never could the force of fleshly arme,
No molten metall in his blood enbrew Both Silo this, and Iordan, did excell,
For till that stownd could never wight him harr And th' English Bath, and eke the Germa Spau, By subtilty, nor flight, nor might, nor migh Ne can Cephise, nor Hebrus, match this well;
charme. Into the fame the knight back overthrowen fell. XXXI.
The cruell wound enraged him so sore, Now gan the golden Phæbus for to steepe That loud he yelled for exceeding paine; His fierie face in billows of the west,
As hundred ramping lions seemd to rore, And his faint steedes watred in ocean deepe, Whom ravenous hunger did thereto constraine Whiles from their journall labours they did reft; Then gan he toffe aloft his stretched traine, Whan that infernall monster having keft
And therewith scourge the buxome aire so fore, His wearic foc into that living well,
That to his force to yielden it was faine; Gan high advaunce his broad discouloured breft Ne ought his sturdy itrokes might stand afore, Above his wonted pitch, with countenance fell, That high trees overthrew, and rocks in pecc And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did dwell. XXXII.
XXXVIII. Which when his pensive lady saw from farre, The same advauncing high above his head, Great woe and sorrow did her foule assay, With fharpe inderted fing fo rude him (mott, As weening that the sad end of the warre, That to the earth him drove, as stricken dead, And gan to highest God entirely pray,
Ne living wight would have him life behott : That feared chaunce from her to turne away : The mortall iting his angry needle foto With fulded hands, and knees full lowly bent, Quite through his shield, and in his shoulder seast All night the watcht, ne once adowne would lay Where fast it stucke, ne would thereout be gott Her dainty limbs in her fad dreriment,
The griefe thereof him wondrous fore diseasd, But praying still did wake, and waking did la- Ne might his rancling paine with patieace be aj
peas'd. To-morrow next gan earely to-appeare,
But yet more mindfull of his honour deare, "hat Titan rose to runne his daily race;
Then of the grievous smart which him did wrin But earely ere the morrow next gan reare
From loathed foile he gan him lightly reare, Out of the fea faire Titan's dewy face,
And frove to loose the far infixed fting; Up rose the gentle virgin from her place,
Which when in vaine he tryde with struggeling, And looked all abour, if she might spy
Inflam'd with wrath, his raging blade he hefte, Her loved knight to move his manly pace; And Atrooke so strongly, that the knotty Iring For she had great doubt of his fafety,
Of his huge taile he quite asonder clefte; 'Since late lhe faw him fall before his enimy, Five joints thereof he hcwd, and but the ftum
him lefte. At last she saw where he upstarted brave Out of the well, wherein he drenched lay; Hart cannot thinke what outrage and what cries, As eagle fresh out of the ocean wave,
With fowle enfuuldred smoake and fashing fire, Where he hath lefte his plumes all hory gray, The hell bred beast threw forth unto the skies, And deckt himselfe with fethers youthly gay, That all was covered with darknesse dire : Like eyas hauke up mounts unto the skies, Then fraaghe with rancour and engorged yre, His newly-budded pinions to assay
He cast at once him to avenge for all; And marveiles at hintelfe ftil as he flies;
And gathering up himselfe out of the mire, So new this new-borne knight to batteill new With his uneven wings did fiercely fall [withal did rise.
Upon his funne-bright shield, and grypt it fal Whom when the damned feend so fresh did spy, Much was the man encumbred with his hold, No wonder if he wondred at the light,
In fear to lose his weapon in his paw, And doubted whether his late enimy
Ne wilt yett how his talaunts to unfold; It were, or other new-supplied knight :
Nor harder was from Ceberus greedy iaw He, now to prove his late renewed might, To plucke a bone, then from his cruell claw High brandishing his bright deaw-burning blade, To reave by strength the griped gage away; Upon his crested scalp io sore did smite,
Thrice he assayd it from his footę to draw, That to the scull a yawning wound it made ; And thrise in vaine to draw it did assay; The deadly dint his dulled fences all dismaid, It booted nought to thinke to robbe him of his
pray. I wote not whether the revenging steele Were hardned with that holy water dew Tho when he saw no power might prevaile, Wherein he fell, or sharper edge did feele, His crusty sword he cald to his last aid, Or his baptized hands now greater grew,
Wherewith be ficrly did his foc affaile,
And double blowes about him stoutly laid, And dainty deare, which on the ground still fell,
As it had deawed bene with timely raine ;
And deadly wounds could heale, and reare againe One of his grasping feete, him to defend thereby. The fencelesse corse appointed for the grave;
Into that same he fell, which did from death him The other foote, fast fixed on his shield,
save. Whenas no Itrength nor stroķs mote him conAtraine.
For nigh thereto the ever-damned beast. To loose, ne yet the warlike pledge to yield, Durst not approach, for he was deadly made, He smote thereat with all his might and maine, And all that life preserved did deteft; That nought so wondrous puiffaunce might suf- Yet he it oft adventur'd to invade taine :
By this the drouping day-light gan to fade, Upon the ioint the lucky steele did light, And yield his rowme to sad succeeding Night, And made such way, that hewd it quite in twaine: Who with her fable mantle gan to thade The paw yet mifed not his minishe might, The face of earth and ways of living wight, But hong fill on the shield, as it at first was pight. And high her burning torch set up in heaven
bright. For griefe thereof, and devilish despight, From his infernall fournace forth he threw When gentle Una saw the second fall Huge filames, tha: dimmed all the hcvens light, Of her deare knight, who weary of long fight, Errold in duskih fonoke and brimstone blew : And faint through lufse of blood, moy'd not at all, As burning Aetra from his boyling few
But lay as in a dreame of deepe delight, Deth belch out flames, and rockes in pecces broke, Besmear'd with pretious balme, whose virtuous And ragged ribs of mountains molten new,
might Erwrapt in cole.blacke clowds and filthy fmoke, Did heale his woundes, and scorching heat alay, That al the land with itench, and heven with hor. Againe she stricken was with sore affright, ror choke.
And for his fafetie gan devoutly pray,
And watch the noyous night, and wait for ioyouş The heat whereof, and harmful pestilence,
day. So fore him noyd, tha: forft him to retire A little backward for his best defence,
The ioyous day gan early to appeare, To save his body from the scorching fire,
And fayr Aurora from the deawy bed Which he from hellish entrailes did expire. Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare It chaunit (eternall God that chaunce did guide) With rosy cheekes, for same as blushing red : As he recoiled backeward, in the mire
Her golden locks for hast were loosely thed His nigh forwearied feeble feet did fide,
About her eares, when Una her did marke And dow'ne he fell, with dread of shame fore Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred, terrifide.
From heven high to chace the chearelelle darke ;
With mery note her lowd falutes the mounting There grew a goodly tree him faire beside,
And did himselfe to battaile ready dight;
Whöfe early foe awaiting him beside Great God it planted in that blessed stedd
To have devoured, so foone as day he fpyde, With his almighty hand, and did it call (fall. When now he saw himselfe for freshly reare, The Tree of Life, the crime of our first father's As if late fight had nought him damnifyde, XLVII.
He woxe dismaid, and gan his fate to feare; In all the world like was not to be fownd, Nathelelle with wonted rage he him advaunced Save in that foile, where all good things did grow, And freely sprong out of the fruitfull grownd, As incorrupted Nature did them fow,
And in his first encounter, gaping wyde, Till that dredd dragon all did overthrow. He thought at once him to have swallowed quight, Another like faire 'ree eke grew thereby,
And rusht upon him with outrageous pryde ; Whereof whoso did eat, eftioones did know Who him recounting fierce, as hauke in flight, Both good and ill : O mournfull memory! Perforce rebutted back. The weapon bright That tree throngh one man's faule hath doen us Taking advantage of his open iaw, all to dy.
Ran through his mouth with so importune might, XLVIII.
hat deepe emperít his darksome hollow maw, From that first tree forth flowd as from a well, And back retyrd, his wife blood forth withal did A trickling freame of balmc, molt soveraine
LI. So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath, The knight himself even crembled at his fall, That vanifht into smoke and cloudes swift ; So huge and horrible a mass it feemd, So downe he fell, that th' earth him underneath And his deare lady, that beheld it all, Did gronc, as feeble fo great load to lift ; Durst not approach for dread, which she misdeemd So downe he fell, as an huge rocky clift,
But yet at laft, whenas the direfull feend Whose false foundation waves have washt away, She law not stirre, off-shaking vaine affright, With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift, She nigher drew, and saw that ioyous end; And rolling downe, great Neptune' doth dismay; Then God the prayfd, and thankt her faithfull So downe he fell, and like an hcaped mountainc knight, lay.
That had atchicvde fo great i conqueft by hismights
THE FAERY QUEEN E.
Fayre Una to the Red-crosse knight
Besold I fee the haven nigh at hand Then gan triumphant trompets fownd on hye,
Gainst him that had them long opprest with corti
releast, Searfely had Phæbus in the glooming East Yett harnessed his fyrie-footed teeme,
Forth came chat auncient lord and aged queene," Ne reard above the earth his flaming crcaft, Arayd in antique robes downe to the grownd, When the last deadly smoke aloft did Iteeme And fad habilements right well beseene : That figne of laft-out-brcathed life did seeme A noble crew about them waited rownd, Unto the watchman on the castle-wall,
Of fage and fober peres, all gravely gownd; Who thereby dead that balefull beast did deeme, Whom far before did march a goodly band And to his lord and lady lowd gan call
Of tall young men, all hable armcs to sound, To tell how he had fecne the dragon's fatall fall. But now they laurel braunches borc in hand;
Glad ligne of victory and peace in all their land Uprose with hafty ioy and feeble speed That aged syre, the lord of all that land, Unto that doughtie conquerour they came, And looked forih, to wect if trew indeed And him before themselves proftrating low, These tydinges were, as he did understand; Their lord and patrone loud did him proclame, Which whenas trew by tryall he out-fond, And at his feet their lawrell boughes did throw. He badd to open wyde his brasen gate,
Soone after them, all dauncing on a row, Which long time had beene lhut, and out of hond The comely virgins came, with girlands dight, Proclay md ioy and peace through all his state, As fresh as flowres in meadow greene doc growe, For dead now was their foc, which them fortayed when morning deaw upon their leaves doth light, late.
And in their hands tweet timbrolls all upheld on
And them before the fry of children yong And after to his pallace he them bringes,
sweet, In well attuned notes a joyous lay,
And all the way the joyous people finges, And made delightfull musick all the way, And with their garmients strowes the paved street; Untill they came where that fayre virgin stood; Whence mounting up, they fynd purveyauace As fayre Diana in fresh sommer's day
meet Beholdes her nymphes, enraung'd in shady wood, Of all that royall princes court became; Some wrestle, some do run, fome bathe in christall | And all the floore was underneath their feet flood :
Bespredd with contly scarlote of great name,
On which they lowly litt, and fitting purpose So she beheld those maydens meriment
frame, Wich chearefull vew; who when to her they came, Themselves to ground with gracious humblelle What needes me tell their feast and goodly guize, bent,
In which was nothing rictous nor vaine ? And her ador'd by honorable name,
What needes of dainty dishes to devize,
Of comely services, or courtly trayne?
Yet was their manner then but bare and playne, Did seeme such as she was, a goodly maiden For th' antique world exceffe and pryde did hate : queene.
Such proud luxurious pompe is swollen up but lace. And after all the raskall many ran,
Then when with meates and drinkes of every kinde Heaped together in rude rablement
Their fervent appetites they quenched had, To see the face of that victorious man,
That auncient lord gan fit occasion finde Whom all admired, as from heaven sent,
Of straủnge adventures and of perils sad, And gaz'd apon with gaping wonderment; Which in his travell him befallen had, But when they came where that dead dragon lay, For to demand of his renowmed guest; Stretcht on the ground in monstrous large extent, Who then with utt'rance grave, and count'nance The fight with ydle feare did them dismay,
sad, Ne durit approach him nigh, to touch, or once From poynt to poynt, as is before exprest, assay.
Discourst his voyage long, according his request.
Some feard, and fedd; some feard, and well it Great pleasure, mixt with pittiful regard, faynd;
That godly king and queene did passionate, Onc, that would wiser seeme then all the rest, Whyles they his pittifull adven-ures hcard, Warnd him not touch, for yet perhaps remaynd That ofc they did lament his lucklesle state, Some lingring life within his hollow brett, And often blame the too iinportune fate, Or in his wombe might lurke some hidden nest That heapd on him so many wrathfull wreakes; Of many dragonettes, his fruitfuil feede :
For never gentle knight, as he of late, Another saide, that in his eyes did rest
So tossed was in Fortune's cruel freakes; Yet sparkling fyre, and badd thereof take heed; And all the while falt scares bedonwd the hearers Another said, he saw him move his cyes indeed.
One mother, wheneas her foole-hardy chyld
Then fayd that royall pere in sober wise,
That I note whether praise or pitty more;
For by the faith, which I to armes have plight,