1. Lo I the man, whose Muse whilsome did maske,
2. As time her taught in lowly Shepheards weeds,
3. Am now enforst a far unfitter taske,
4. For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
5. And sing of Kinghts and Ladies gengle deeds;
6. Whose prayses having slept in silence long,
7. Me, all to meane, the sacred Muse areeds
8. To blazon broad emongst her learned throng:
9. Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.
10. Helpe then, O holy Virgin chiefe of nine,
11. Thy weaker Novice to performe thy will,
12. Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne
13. The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,
14. Of Faerie knights and fairest Tanaquill,
15. Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long
16. Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill,
17. That I must rue his undeserved wrong:
18. O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong.
19. And thou most dreaded impe of highest Jove,
20. Faire Venus sonne, that with they cruell dart
21. At that good knight so cunningly didst rove,
22. That glorious fire it kindled in his hart,
23. Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,
24. And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde:
25. Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,
26. In loves and gengle jollities arrayd,
27. After this murdrous spoiles and bloudy rage allayed.
28. And with them eke, O Goddesse heavenly bright,
29. Mirrour of grace and Majestie divine,
30. Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light
31. Like Phoebus lampe throughout the worth doth shine,
32. Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne,
33. And raise my thoughts too humble and too vile,
34. To thinke of that true glorious type of thine,
35. The argument of mine afflicted stile:
36. The which to heare, vouchsafe, O dearest dred a-while.
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37. A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,
38. Y cladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
39. Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
40. The cruell markes of may a bloudy fielde:
41. Yet armes till that time did he never wield:
42. His angry steed did chide his foming bitt,
43. As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:
44. Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
45. As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
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46. But on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,
47. The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
48. For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
49. And dead as living ever him ador'd:
50. Upon his shield the like was also scor'd,
51. For soveraine hope, which in his helpe he had:
52. Right faithful true he was in deede and word,
53. But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad:
54. Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
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55. Upon a great adventure he was bond,
56. That greatest Gloriane to him gave,
57. The greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond,
58. To winne him worship, and her grace to have,
59. Which of all earthly things he most did crave;
60. And ever as he rode, his hard did earne
61. To prove his puissance in battel brave
62. Upon his foe, and his new force to learne;
63. Upon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.
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64. A lovely Ladie rode hime faire beside,
65. Upon a lowly Asse more white then snow,
66. Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide
67. Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,
68. And over all a blacke stole she did throw,
69. As one that inly mourd: so was she sad,
70. And heavie sat upon her palfrey slow;
71. Seemed in heart some hidden care she had,
72. And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad.
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73. So pure an innocent, as that same lambe,
74. She was in life and every vertuous lore,
75. And by descent from Royall lynage came
76. Of ancient Kings and Queens, that had of yore
77. Their scepters stretch from East to Westerne shore,
78. And all the world in their subjection held;
79. Till that infernall feend with foule uprore
80. Forwasted all their hand, and them expeld:
81. Whom to avenge, she had this Knight from far compeld.
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82. Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag,
83. That lasie seemd in bing ever last,
84. Or wearied with bearing of her bag
85. Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past,
86. The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast,
87. And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine
88. Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast,
89. That every wight to shrowd it did constrain,
90. And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.
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91. Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand,
92. A shadie grove not far away they spide,
93. That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:
94. Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride,
95. Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide,
96. Not perceable with power of any starre:
97. And all within were pathes and alleies wide,
98. With footing worne, and leading inward farre:
99. With footing worne, and leading inward farre:
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100. And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,
101. Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,
102. Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred,
103. Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.
104. Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy,
105. The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall,
106. The vine-pop Elme, the Poplar never dry,
107. The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all,
108. The Aspine good for staves, the Cypresse funerall.
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109. The Laurell, meed of mightie Conquerours
110. And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still,
111. The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours,
112. The Eugh obedient to the benders will,
113. The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill,
114. The Mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound,
115. The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill,
116. The fruitfull Olive, and the Platane around,
117. The carver Holme, the Maple seeldom inward sound.
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118. Led with delight, they thus beguile the way.
119. Until the blustring storme is overblowne;
120. When weening to returne, whence they did stray,
121. They cannot find that path, which first was showne,
122. But wander too and fro in wayes unknowne,
123. Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,
124. That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:
125. So many pathes, so many turnings seene,
126. That which of them to take, in diverse doubt they been.
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127. At last resolving forward still to fare,
128. Till that some end they finde or in or out,
129. That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,
130. And like to lead the labyrinth about;
131. Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,
132. At length it brought them to a hollow cave,
133. Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout
134. Eftsoones dismounted from his courser brave,
135. And to the Dwarfe a while his needlesses spere he gave.
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136. Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde,
137. Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash provoke:
138. The danger hid, the place unknowne and wilde,
139. Breeds dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,
140. And perill without show: therefore your stroke
141. Sir knight with-hold, till further triall made.
142. Ah Ladie (said he) shame were to revoke
143. The forward footing for an hidden shade:
144. Vertue gives her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade.
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145. Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place
146. I better wot then you, though now too late
147. To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,
148. Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,
149. To stay the steppe, ere force to retrate.
150. This is the wandring wood, this Errours den,
151. A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:
152. Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then
153. The fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place for living men.
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154. But full of fire and greedy hardiment,
155. The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,
156. But forth unto the darksome hole he went,
157. And looked in: his glistring armour made
158. A litter glooming light, much like a shade,
159. By which he saw the ugly monster plaine,
160. Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,
161. But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine,
162. Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdain.
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163. And as she lay upon the durtie ground,
164. Her huge long taile her den all overspred,
165. Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound,
166. Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred
167. A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,
168. Sucking upon her poisonous dugs, eachone
169. Of sundry shapes, yet all ill favored:
170. Soone as that uncouth light upon them shone,
171. Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.
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172. Their dam upstart, out of her den effraide,
173. And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile
174. About her cursed head, whose folds displaid
175. Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile.
176. She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle
177. Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe;
178. For light she hated as the deadly bale,
179. Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine,
180. Where plaine none might her see, nor she see any plaine.
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181. Which when the valiant Elfe perceiv'd, he lept
182. As Lyon fierce upon the flying pray,
183. And with this trenchand blade her boldly kept
184. From turning backe, and forced her to stay:
185. Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray,
186. And turning fierce, her speckled taile advaunst,
187. Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:
188. Who nought aghast, his mightie had enhaunst:
189. The stoke down from her head unto her shoulder glaunst.
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190. Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,
191. Yet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round,
192. And all attonce her beastly body raizd
193. With doubled forces high above the ground:
194. Tho wrapping up her wrethed sterne arownd,
195. Lept fierce upon his shield, and her huge traine
196. All suddenly about his body wound,
197. That hand or foot to stirre he strove in vaine:
198. God helpe the man so wrapt in Errours endlesse traine.
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199. His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,
200. Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee,
201. Add faith unto your force, and be not faint:
202. Strangler her, else she sure will strangle thee,
203. That when he heard, in great perplexite,
204. His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine,
205. And knitting all his force got one hand free,
206. Wherewith the grypt her gorge with so great paine,
207. That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.
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208. Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw
209. A floud of poyson horrible and blacke,
210. Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw,
211. Which stunck so vildly, that it forst him slacke
212. His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe:
213. Her vomit full of bookes and papers was,
214. With loathy frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,
215. And creeping sought way in the weedy gras:
216. Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.
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217. As when old father Nilus gins to swell
218. With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale,
219. His fattie waves do fertile slime outwell,
220. And overflow each plaine and lowly dale:
221. But when his later spring gins to avale,
222. Huge heapes of mudd he leaves, wherein there breed
223. Ten thousand kindes of creatures, partly male
224. And partly female of his fruitfull seed;
225. Such ugly monstrous shapes elesewhere may no man reed.
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226. The same so sore annoyed has the knight,
227. That walnigh choked with deadly stinke,
228. His forces faile, ne can no longer fight.
229. Whose corage when the feend perceiv'd to shrinke,
230. She poured forth out her hellish sinke
231. Her fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small,
232. Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,
233. Which swarming all about his legs did crall,
234. And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.
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235. As gengle Shepheard in sweete even-tide,
236. When ruddy Phoebus gins to welke in west,
237. High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,
238. Markes which do byte their hasty supper beast:
239. A cloud of combrous gnattes do him molest,
240. All striving to infixe their feeble stings,
241. That from their noyance he no where can rest,
242. But with his clownish hands their tender wings
243. He brusheth oft, and oft mar their murmurings.
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244. Thus ill bestedd, and fearefull more of shame,
245. Then of the certaine perill he stood in,
246. Halfe furious unto his foe he came,
247. Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win,
248. Or soone to lose, before he once would lin;
249. And strooke at her with more then manly force,
250. That from her body full of filthie sin
251. He raft her hatefull head without remorse;
252. A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed from her corse.
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253. Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent deare
254. They saw so rudely falling to the ground,
255. Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,
256. Gathred themselves about her body round,
257. Weening their wonted entrance to have found
258. At her wide mouth: but being there withstood
259. They flocked all about her bleeding wound,
260. And sucked up their dying mothers blood,
261. Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good.
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262. That detestable sight him much amazde,
263. To see th'unkindly Impes of heaven accurst,
264. Devoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,
265. Having all satisfide their bloudy thurst,
266. Their bellies swolne he saw the fulnesse burst,
267. And bowels gushing forth: well worth end
268. Of such as drunke her life, the which them nurst;
269. Now needeth him no lenger labour spend,
270. His foes have slaine themselves, with whom he should content.
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271. His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farree
272. Approcht in hast to greet his victorie,
273. And said, Faire knight, borne under happy starre,
274. Who see you vanquisht foes before you lye:
275. Well worthy be you of that Armorie,
276. Wherein ye have great glory wonne this day,
277. And proov'd your strenght on a strong enimie,
278. Your first adventure: many such I pray,
279. And henceforth ever wish, that like succeed it may.
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280. Then mounted he upon his Steede againe,
281. And with Lady backward sought to wend;
282. That path he kept, which beaten was most plame,
283. Ne ever would to any by-way bend,
284. But still did follow one unto the end,
285. The which at last out of the wood them brought.
286. So forward on his way (with God to frend)
287. He passed forth, and new adventure sought;
288. Long way he travelled, before he heard of ought.
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289. At lenght they chaunst to meet upon the way
290. An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad,
291. His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray,
292. And by his belt his booke he hanging had;
293. Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,
294. And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,
295. Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,
296. And all the way he paryed, as he went,
297. And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.
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298. His faire the knight saluted, louting low,
299. Who faire him quited, as that courteous was:
300. And after asked him, if he did know
301. Of straunge adventures, which abroad did pas.
302. Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas,
303. Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell,
304. Bidding his beades all day for his trepas,
305. Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell?
306. With holy father sits not with such things to mell.
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307. But if of danger which hereby doth dwell,
308. And homebred evill ye desire to heare,
309. Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell,
310. That wasteth all his countrey farre and neare.
311. Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere,
312. And shall you well reward to shew the place,
313. In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare:
314. For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,
315. That such a cursed creature lives so long a space.
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316. Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernesse
317. His dwelling is, by which no living wight
318. May ever passe, but through great distresse,
319. Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,
320. And well I wote, that of your later fight
321. Ye all forwearied be: for what so strong,
322. But wanting rest will also want of might?
323. The Sunne that measures heaven all day long,
324. At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean wavs emong.
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325. Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,
326. And with new day new worke at once begin:
327. Untroubled night they say gives counsell best.
328. Right well Sir knight ye have advised bin,
329. (Quoth then that aged man;) the way to win
330. Is wisely to advise: now day is spent;
331. Therefore with me ye may take up your In
332. For this same night. The knight was well content:
333. So with that godly father to his home they went.
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334. A little lowly Hermitage it was,
335. Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side,
336. Far from resort of people, that did pas
337. In travell to and froe: a little wyde
338. There was an holy Chappell edifyde,
339. Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to say
340. His holy things each morne and eventyde:
341. Thereby a Christall streame did gently play,
342. Which from a sacred fountanine welled forth alway.
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343. Arrived there, the little house they fill,
344. Ne looke for entertainement, where none was:
345. Rest is their feast, and all things at their will:
346. The noblest mind the best contentment has.
347. With faire discourse the evening so they pas:
348. For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,
349. And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas;
350. He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore
351. He strowd and Ave-Mary after and before.
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352. The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast,
353. And the sad humour loading their liddes,
354. As messenger of Morpheus on them cast
355. Sweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes,
356. Unto their lodgings then his guestes her riddes:
357. Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,
358. He to his study goes, and there amiddes
359. His Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes,
360. He seeks out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes.
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361. Then choosing out few wordes most horrible,
362. (Let none them read) thereof did verses frame,
363. With which and other spelles like terrible,
364. He bad awake blacke Plutoes griestly Dame,
365. And cursed heaven, and spake reprochfull shame
366. Of highest God, the Lord of life and light;
367. A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name
368. Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night,
369. At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight.
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370. And forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dred
371. Legions of Sprights, the which like little flyes
372. Fluttring about his ever damned hed,
373. A-waite whereto their service he applyes,
374. To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:
375. Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo,
376. And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;
377. Then one of them he gave a message too,
378. The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo.
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379. He making speedy way through spersed ayre,
380. And through the world of waters wide and peepe,
381. To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire.
382. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,
383. And low, where dawning day doth never peepe,
384. His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed
385. Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe
386. In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed,
387. Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
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388. Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,
389. The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yvory,
390. The other all with silver overcast;
391. And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye
392. Watching to banish Care their enimy,
393. Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe.
394. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,
395. And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe
396. In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.
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397. And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,
398. A trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downe
399. And ever-drizling raine upon the loft,
400. Mixt with murmuring winde, much like the sowne
401. Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:
402. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,
403. As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne.
404. Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,
405. Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes.
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406. The messenger approching to him spake,
407. But his wast wordes returnd to him in vaine:
408. So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake.
409. Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with paine,
410. Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe
411. Shooke him so hard, that forced him to sepake.
412. As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine
413. In tost with troubled sights and fancies weake,
414. He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake.
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415. The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,
416. And threatned unto him the dreaded name
417. Of Hecate: whereat he gan to quake,
418. And lifting up his lumpish head, with blame
419. Halfe angry asked him, for what he came.
420. Hither (quoth he) me Archimago sent,
421. He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,
422. He bids thee to him send for his intent
423. A fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.
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424. The God obayde, and calling forth straight way
425. A diverse dreame out of his prison darke,
426. Delivered it to him, and downe did lay
427. His heavie head, devoide of carefull carke,
428. Whose sences all were straight benumbed and starke.
429. He backe returning by the Yvorie dore,
430. Remounted up as light as chearefull Larke,
431. And on his litle winges the dreame he bore
432. In hast unto his Lort, where he him left afore.
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433. Whose all this while with charmes and hidden artes,
434. He made a Lady of that other Spright,
435. And fram'd of liquid ayre her tender partes
436. So lively, and so like in all mens sight,
437. That weaker sence it could have ravisht quight:
438. The makee selfe for all his wondrous witt,
439. Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight:
440. Her all in white he clad, and over it
441. Cast a blacke stole, most like to seeme for Una fit.
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442. Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,
443. Unto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,
444. Where he slept soundly void of evill thought
445. And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,
446. In sort as he him schooled privily:
447. And that new creature borne without her dew,
448. Full of the makers guile, with usage sly
449. He taught to imitate that Lady trew,
450. Whose semblance she did carrie under feigned hew.
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451. Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,
452. And comming where the knight in slomber lay,
453. The one upon his hardy head him plast,
454. And made him dreame of loves and lustfull play,
455. That nigh his manly hart did melt away,
456. Bathed in wanton blis and wicked joy:
457. Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,
458. And to him playnd, how that false winged boy,
459. Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.
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460. And she her selfe of beautie soveraigne Queene,
461. Faire Venus seemde unto his bed to bring
462. Her, whom he walking evermore did weene,
463. To be the chastest flowre, that ay did spring
464. On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,
465. Now a loose Leman to vile service bound:
466. And eke the Graces seemed all to sing,
467. Hymnen {i} {_o} Hymen, dauncing all around,
468. While freshest Flora her with Yvie girlond crownd.
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469. In this great passion of unwonted lust,
470. Or wonted feare of doing ought amis,
471. He started up, as seeming to mistrust
472. Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his:
473. Lo there before his face his Lady is,
474. Under blake stole hyding her bayted hooke,
475. And as halfe blushing offred him to kis,
476. With gentle blandishment and lovely looke,
477. Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.
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478. All cleane dismayd to see so uncouth sight,
479. And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,
480. He thought have slaine her in his fierce despight:
481. But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise,
482. He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe advise
483. To prove his sense, and tempt her faigned truth.
484. Wringing her hands in wemens pitteous wise,
485. Tho can she weepe, to stirre up gengle ruth,
486. Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth.
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487. And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my love,
488. Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate,
489. And mightie causes wrought in heaven above,
490. Or the blind God, that doth me thus anmate,
491. For hoped love to winne me certaine hate?
492. Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die.
493. Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched state
494. You, whom my hard avenging destinie
495. Hath made judge of my life or death indifferently.
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496. Your owne deare sake forst me at first to leave
497. My Fathers kingdome, There she stopt with teares;
498. Her swollen hart her speach seemd to bereave,
499. And then againe begun, My weaker yeares
500. Captiv'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares,
501. Fly to your faith for succour and sure ayde:
502. Let me not dye in languor and long teares.
503. Why Dame (quoth he) what hath ye thus dismayd?
504. What frayes ye, that were wont to confort me affrayd?
LIII
505. Love of your selfe, she said, and deare constraint
506. Lets me not sleepe, but wast the wearie night
507. In secret anguish and unpittied plaint,
508. Whiles you in carelesse sleepe are drowned quight,
509. Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight
510. Suspect her truth: yet since no'untruth he knew,
511. He fawning live with foule disdainefull spight
512. He would not shend, but said, Deare dame I rew,
513. That for my sake unknowne such griefe unto you grew.
LIV
514. Assure your selfe, it fell not all to ground;
515. For all so deare as life is to my hart,
516. I deeme your love, and hold me to you bound;
517. Ne let vaine feares procure your needlesse smart,
518. Where cause in none, but to your rest depart.
519. Not all content, yet seemd she to appease
520. Her mournefull plaintes, beguiled of her art,
521. And fed with words, that could not chuse but please,
522. So slyding softly forth, she turnd as to her ease.
LV
523. Long after lay he musing at her mood,
524. Much griev'd to think that gentle Dame so light,
525. For whose defence he was to shed his blood.
526. At last dull wearinesse of former fight
527. Having yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright,
528. That troublous dreame gan freshly tosse his braine,
529. With bowres, and beds, and Ladies deare delight:
530. But when he saw his labour all was vaine,
531. With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe.
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