Book I. The Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse. Canto VII. The Faerie Queene. Edmund Spenser. 1908. The Complete Poetical Works

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Edmund Spenser (1552?–1599). The Complete Poetical Works. 1908.

The Faerie Queene

Book I. The Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse
Canto VII

	The Redcrosse Knight is captive made,
	By gyaunt proud opprest:
	Prince Arthure meets with Una great-
	ly with those newes distrest.

WHAT man so wise, what earthly witt so ware,

As to discry the crafty cunning traine,

By which Deceipt doth maske in visour faire,

And cast her coulours died deepe in graine,

To seeme like Truth, whose shape she well can faine,

And fitting gestures to her purpose frame,

The guiltlesse man with guile to entertaine?

Great maistresse of her art was that false dame,

The false Duessa, cloked with Fidessaes name.

Who when, returning from the drery Night,

She fownd not in that perilous Hous of Pryde,

Where she had left, the noble Redcross Knight,

Her hoped pray, she would no lenger byde,

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 syde,

Disarmed all of yron-coted plate,

And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate.

III

Hee feedes upon the cooling shade, and bayes

His sweatie forehead in the breathing wynd,

Which through the trembling leaves full gently playes,

Wherein the chearefull birds of sundry kynd

Doe chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mynd.

The witch approching gan him fayrely greet,

And with reproch of carelesnes unkynd

Upbrayd, for leaving her in place unmeet,

With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with hony sweet.

Unkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat,

And bathe in pleasaunce of the joyous 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 wave did ever freshly well,

Ne ever would through fervent sommer fade:

The sacred nymph, which therein wont to dwell,

Was out of Dianes favor, as it then befell.

The cause was this: one day when Phœbe fayre

With all her band was following the chace,

This nymph, quite tyr’d with heat of scorching ayre,

Satt downe to rest in middest of the race:

The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace,

And badd the waters, which from her did flow,

Be such as she her selfe was then in place.

Thenceforth her waters wexed dull and slow,

And all that drunke thereof did faint and feeble grow.

Hereof this gentle knight unweeting was,

And lying downe upon the sandie graile,

Dronke of the streame, as cleare as christall glas:

Eftsoones his manly forces gan to fayle,

And mightie strong was turnd to feeble frayle:

His chaunged powres at first them selves not felt,

Till crudled cold his corage gan assayle,

And chearefull blood in fayntnes chill did melt,

Which, like a fever fit, through all his body swelt.

VII

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 terror seemd to shake,

And trees did tremble. Th’ Elfe, therewith astownd,

Upstarted lightly from his looser make,

And his unready weapons gan in hand to take.

VIII

But ere he could his armour on him dight,

Or gett his shield, his monstrous enimy

With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight,

An hideous geaunt, horrible and hye,

That with his tallnesse seemd to threat the skye;

The ground eke groned under him for dreed:

His living like saw never living eye,

Ne durst behold: his stature did exceed

The hight of three the tallest sonnes of mortall seed.

The greatest Earth his uncouth mother was,

And blustring Æolus his boasted syre;

Who with his breath, which through the world doth pas,

Her hollow womb did secretly inspyre,

And fild her hidden caves with stormie yre,

That she conceiv’d; and trebling the dew time,

In which the wombes of wemen doe expyre,

Brought forth this monstrous masse of earthly slyme,

Puft up with emptie wynd, and fild with sinfull cryme.

So growen great, through arrogant delight

Of th’ high descent whereof he was yborne,

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

Upon a snaggy oke, which he had torne

Out of his mothers bowelles, and it made

His mortall mace, wherewith his foemen he dismayde.

That when the knight he spyde, he gan advaunce

With huge force and insupportable mayne,

And towardes him with dreadfull fury praunce;

Who haplesse, and eke hopelesse, all in vaine

Did to him pace, sad battaile to darrayne,

Disarmd, disgraste, and inwardly dismayde,

And eke so faint in every joynt and vayne,

Through that fraile fountain, which him feeble made,

That scarsely could he weeld his bootlesse single blade.

XII

The geaunt strooke so maynly mercilesse,

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That could have overthrowne a stony towre,

And were not hevenly 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 underneath the blow:

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Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre

That with the winde it did him overthrow,

And all his sences stoond, that still he lay full low.

XIII

As when that divelish yron engin, wrought

In deepest hell, and framd by furies skill,

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With windy nitre and quick sulphur fraught,

And ramd with bollet rownd, ordaind to kill,

Conceiveth fyre, the heavens it doth fill

With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke,

That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will,

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Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smok,

That th’ onely breath him daunts, who hath escapt the stroke.

XIV

So daunted when the geaunt saw the knight,

His heavie hand he heaved up on hye,

And him to dust thought to have battred quight,

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Untill Duessa loud to him gan crye,

‘O great Orgoglio, greatest under skye,

O hold thy mortall hand for ladies sake!

Hold for my sake, and doe him not to dye,

But vanquisht thine eternall bondslave make,

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And me, thy worthy meed, unto thy leman take.’

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,

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And was possessed of his newfound make.

Then up he tooke the slombred sencelesse corse,

And ere he could out of his swowne awake,

Him to his castle brought with hastie forse,

And in a dongeon deep him threw without remorse.

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XVI

From that day forth Duessa was his deare,

And highly honourd in his haughtie eye;

He gave her gold and purple pall to weare,

And triple crowne set on her head full hye,

And her endowd with royall majestye:

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Then, for to make her dreaded more of men,

And peoples hartes with awfull terror tye,

A monstrous beast ybredd in filthy fen

He chose, which he had kept long time in darksom den.

XVII

Such one it was, as that renowmed snake

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Which great Alcides in Stremona slew,

Long fostred in the filth of Lerna lake,

Whose many heades out budding ever new

Did breed him endlesse labor to subdew:

But this same monster much more ugly was;

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For seven great heads out of his body grew,

An yron brest, and back of scaly bras,

And all embrewd in blood, his eyes did shine as glas.

XVIII

His tayle was stretched out in wondrous length,

That to the hous of hevenly gods it raught,

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And with extorted powre, and borrow’d strength,

The everburning lamps from thence it braught,

And prowdly threw to ground, as things of naught;

And underneath his filthy feet did tread

The sacred thinges, and holy heastes foretaught.

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Upon this dreadfull beast with sevenfold head

He sett the false Duessa, for more aw and dread.

XIX

The wofull dwarfe, which saw his maisters fall,

Whiles he had keeping of his grasing steed,

And valiant knight become a caytive thrall,

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When all was past, tooke up his forlorne weed;

His mightie armour, missing most at need;

His silver shield, now idle maisterlesse;

His poynant speare, that many made to bleed;

The ruefull moniments of heavinesse;

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And with them all departes, to tell his great distresse.

He had not travalid long, when on the way

He wofull lady, wofull Una, met,

Fast flying from the Paynims greedy pray,

Whilest Satyrane him from pursuit did let:

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Who when her eyes she on the dwarf had set,

And saw the signes, that deadly tydinges spake,

She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret,

And lively breath her sad brest did forsake,

Yet might her pitteous hart be seene to pant and quake.

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XXI

The messenger of so unhappie newes

Would faine have dyde; dead was his hart within;

Yet outwardly some little comfort shewes:

At last recovering hart, he does begin

To rubb her temples, and to chaufe her chin,

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And everie tender part does tosse and turne:

So hardly he the flitted life does win,

Unto her native prison to retourne:

Then gins her grieved ghost thus to lament and mourne:

XXII

‘Ye dreary instruments of dolefull sight,

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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 threds unfould,

The which my life and love together tyde?

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Now let the stony dart of sencelesse cold

Perce to my hart, and pas through everie side,

And let eternall night so sad sight fro me hyde.

XXIII

‘O lightsome day, the lampe of highest Jove,

First made by him, mens wandring wayes to guyde,

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When darknesse he in deepest dongeon drove,

Henceforth thy hated face for ever hyde,

And shut up heavens windowes shyning wyde:

For earthly sight can nought but sorow breed,

And late repentance, which shall long abyde.

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Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed,

But, seeled up with death, shall have their deadly meed.’

XXIV

Then downe againe she fell unto the ground;

But he her quickly reared up againe:

Thrise did she sinke adowne in deadly swownd,

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And thrise he her reviv’d with busie paine:

At last, when life recover’d had the raine,

And over-wrestled his strong enimy,

With foltring tong, and trembling everie vaine,

‘Tell on,’ quoth she, ‘the wofull tragedy,

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The which these reliques sad present unto mine eye.

XXV

‘Tempestuous Fortune hath spent all her spight,

And thrilling Sorrow throwne his utmost dart;

Thy sad tong cannot tell more heavy plight

Then that I feele, and harbour in mine hart:

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Who hath endur’d the whole, can beare ech part.

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

That launched hath my brest with bleeding smart.

Begin, and end the bitter balefull stound;

If lesse then that I feare, more favour I have found.’

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XXVI

Then gan the dwarfe the whole discourse declare:

The subtile traines of Archimago old;

The wanton loves of false Fidessa fayre,

Bought with the blood of vanquisht Paynim bold;

The wretched payre transformd to treen mould;

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The House of Pryde, and perilles round about;

The combat, which he with Sansjoy did hould;

The lucklesse conflict with the gyaunt stout,

Wherein captiv’d, of life or death he stood in doubt.

XXVII

She heard with patience all unto the end,

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And strove to maister sorrowfull assay,

Which greater grew, the more she did contend,

And almost rent her tender hart in tway;

And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay:

For greater love, the greater is the losse.

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Was never lady loved dearer day,

Then she did love the Knight of the Redcrosse;

For whose deare sake so many troubles her did tosse.

XXVIII

At last, when fervent sorrow slaked was,

She up arose, resolving him to find,

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Alive or dead; and forward forth doth pas,

All as the dwarfe the way to her assynd;

And ever more, in constant carefull mind,

She fedd her wound with fresh renewed bale:

Long tost with stormes, and bet with bitter wind,

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High over hills, and lowe adowne the dale,

She wandred many a wood, and measurd many a vale.

XXIX

At last she channced by good hap to meet

A goodly knight, faire marching by the way,

Together with his squyre, arayed meet:

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His glitterand armour shined far away,

Like glauncing light of Phœbus brightest ray;

From top to toe no place appeared bare,

That deadly dint of steele endanger may:

Athwart his brest a bauldrick brave he ware,

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That shind, like twinkling stars, with stones most pretious rare.

XXX

And in the midst thereof, one pretious stone

Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous mights,

Shapt like a ladies head, exceeding shone,

Like Hesperus emongst the lesser lights,

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And strove for to amaze the weaker sights:

Thereby his mortall blade full comely hong

In yvory sheath, ycarv’d with curious slights;

Whose hilts were burnisht gold, and handle strong

Of mother perle, and buckled with a golden tong.

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XXXI

His haughtie helmet, horrid all with gold,

Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour bredd;

For all the crest a dragon did enfold

With greedie pawes, and over all did spredd

His golden winges: his dreadfull hideous hedd,

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Close couched on the bever, seemd to throw

From flaming mouth bright sparckles fiery redd,

That suddeine horrour to faint hartes did show;

And scaly tayle was stretcht adowne his back full low.

XXXII

Upon the top of all his loftie crest,

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A bounch of heares discolourd diversly,

With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest,

Did shake, and seemd to daunce for jollity;

Like to an almond tree ymounted hye

On top of greene Selinis all alone,

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With blossoms brave bedecked daintily;

Whose tender locks do tremble every one

At everie little breath, that under heaven is blowne.

XXXIII

His warlike shield all closely cover’d was,

Ne might of mortall eye be ever seene;

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Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras;

Such earthly mettals soone consumed beene;

But all of diamond perfect pure and cleene

It framed was, one massy entire mould,

Hewen out of adamant rocke with engines keene,

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That point of speare it never percen could,

Ne dint of direfull sword divide the substance would.

XXXIV

The same to wight he never wont disclose,

But when as monsters huge he would dismay,

Or daunt unequall armies of his foes,

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Or when the flying heavens he would affray:

For so exceeding shone his glistring ray,

That Phœbus golden face it did attaint,

As when a cloud his beames doth over-lay;

And silver Cynthia wexed pale and faynt,

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As when her face is staynd with magicke arts constraint.

XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,

Nor bloody wordes of bold enchaunters call,

But all that was not such as seemd in sight

Before that shield did fade, and suddeine fall:

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And when him list the raskall routes appall,

Men into stones therewith he could transmew,

And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;

And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,

He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.

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XXXVI

Ne let it seeme that credence this exceedes;

For he that made the same was knowne right well

To have done much more admirable deedes.

It Merlin was, which whylome did excell

All living wightes in might of magicke spell:

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Both shield, and sword, and armour all he wrought

For this young Prince, when first to armes he fell;

But when he dyde, the Faery Queene it brought

To Faerie Lond, where yet it may be seene, if sought.

XXXVII

A gentle youth, his dearely loved squire,

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His speare of heben wood behind him bare,

Whose harmeful head, thrise heated in the fire,

Had riven many a brest with pikehead square;

A goodly person, and could menage faire

His stubborne steed with curbed canon bitt,

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Who under him did trample as the aire,

And chauft, that any on his backe should sitt;

The yron rowels into frothy fome he bitt.

XXXVIII

Whenas this knight night to the lady drew,

With lovely court he gan her entertaine;

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But when he heard her aunswers 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,

And for her humor fitting purpose faine,

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To tempt the cause it selfe for to bewray;

Wherewith enmovd, these bleeding words she gan to say:

XXXIX

‘What worlds delight, or joy of living speach,

Can hart, so plungd in sea of sorrowes deep,

And heaped with so huge misfortunes, reach?

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The carefull cold beginneth for to creep,

And in my heart his yron arrow steep,

Soone as I thinke upon my bitter bale:

Such helplesse harmes yts better hidden keep,

Then rip up griefe, where it may not availe;

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My last left comfort is, my woes to weepe and waile.’

‘Ah! lady deare,’ quoth then the gentle knight,

‘Well may I ween your grief is wondrous great;

For wondrous great griefe groneth in my spright,

Whiles thus I heare you of your sorrowes treat.

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But, woefull lady, let me you intrete

For to unfold the anguish of your hart:

Mishaps are maistred by advice discrete,

And counsell mitigates the greatest smart;

Found never help, who never would his hurts impart.’

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XLI

‘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 never would,

Could never: will to might gives greatest aid.’

‘But griefe,’ quoth she, ‘does greater grow displaid,

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If then it find not helpe, and breeds despaire.’

‘Despaire breeds 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.’

XLII

His goodly reason and well guided speach

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So deepe did settle in her gracious thought,

That her perswaded to disclose the breach,

Which love 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,

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Or that your wisedome will direct my thought,

Or that your prowesse can me yield reliefe:

Then heare the story sad, which I shall tell you briefe.

XLIII

‘The forlorne maiden, whom your eies have seene

The laughing stocke of Fortunes mockeries,

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Am th’ onely daughter of a king and queene;

Whose parents deare, whiles equal destinies

Did ronne about, and their felicities

The favourable heavens did not envy,

Did spred their rule through all the territories,

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Which Phison and Euphrates floweth by,

And Gehons golden waves doe wash continually.

XLIV

‘Till that their cruell cursed enemy,

An huge great dragon, horrible in sight,

Bred in the loathly lakes of Tartary,

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With murdrous ravine, and devouring might,

Their kingdome spoild, and countrey wasted quight:

Themselves, for feare into his jawes to fall,

He forst to castle strong to take their flight,

Where, fast embard in mighty brasen wall,

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He has them now fowr years besiegd, to make them thrall.

XLV

‘Full many knights, adventurous and stout,

Have enterprizd that monster to subdew;

From every coast, that heaven walks about,

Have thither come the noble martial crew,

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That famous harde atchievements still pursew;

Yet never any could that girlond win,

But all still shronke, and still he greater grew:

All they for want of faith, or guilt of sin,

The pitteous pray of his fiers cruelty have bin.

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XLVI

‘At last, yled with far reported praise,

Which flying fame throughout the world had spred,

Of doughty knights, whom Fary Land did raise,

That noble order hight of Maidenhed,

Forthwith to court of Gloriane I sped,

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Of Gloriane, great queene of glory bright,

Whose kingdomes seat Cleopolis is red,

There to obtaine some such redoubted kinght,

That parents deare from tyrants powre deliver might.

XLVII

‘Yt was my chaunce (my chaunce was faire and good)

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There for to find a fresh unproved knight,

Whose manly hands imbrewd in guilty blood

Had never beene, ne ever by his might

Had throwne to ground the unregarded right:

Yet of his prowesse proofe he since hath made

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(I witnes am) in many a cruell fight;

The groning ghosts of many one dismaide

Have felt the bitter dint of his avenging blade.

XLVIII

‘And ye, the forlorne reliques of his powre,

His biting sword, and his devouring speare,

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Which have 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 disaventurous deare:

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O heavie record of the good Redcrosse,

Where have yee left your lord, that could so well you tosse?

XLIX

‘Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had,

That he my captive languor should redeeme;

Till, all unweeting, an enchaunter bad

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His sence abusd, and made him to misdeeme

My loyalty, not such as it did seeme,

That rather death desire then such despight.

Be judge, ye heavens, that all things right esteeme,

How I him lov’d, and love with all my might!

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So thought I eke of him, and think I thought aright.

‘Thenceforth me desolate he quite forsooke,

To wander where wilde fortune would me lead,

And other by waies he himselfe betooke,

Where never foote of living wight did tread,

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That brought not backe the balefull body dead;

In which him chaunced false Duessa meete,

Mine onely foe, mine onely deadly dread,

Who with her witchcraft, and misseeming sweete,

Inveigled him to follow her desires unmeete.

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‘At last, by subtile sleights she him betraid

Unto his foe, a gyaunt huge and tall;

Who him disarmed, dissolute, dismaid,

Unwares surprised, and with mighty mall

The monster mercilesse him made to fall,

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Whose fall did never foe before behold;

And now in darkesome dungeon, wretched thrall,

Remedilesse, for aie he doth him hold;

This is my cause of griefe, more great then may be told.’

LII

Ere she had ended all, she gan to faint;

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But he her comforted, and faire bespake:

‘Certes, madame, ye have great cause of plaint,

That stoutest heart, I weene, could cause to quake.

But be of cheare, and comfort to you take:

For till I have acquitt your captive knight,

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Assure your selfe, I will you not forsake.’

His chearefull words reviv’d her chearelesse spright:

So forth they went, the dwarfe them guiding ever right.

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