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Where that false couple were full closely ment
In wanton lust and leud embracement:

Which when he saw, he burnt with gealous fire;
The eie of reason was with rage yblent;

And would have slaine them in his furious ire,
But hardly was restreined of that aged sire.

Retourning to his bed in torment great,
And bitter anguish of his guilty sight,
He could not rest; but did his stout hart eat,
And wast his inward gall with deepe despight,
Yrkesome of life, and too long lingring night.
At last faire Hesperus in highest skie [light;
Had spent his lampe, ane brought forth dawning
Then up he rose, and clad him hastily;

[do fly.

The dwarfe him brought his steed: so both away

Now when the rosy-fingred Morning faire,
Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed,

Had spread her purple robe through deawy aire;
And the high hils Titan discovered;

The royall virgin shooke off drousyhed:
And, rising forth out of her baser bowre,
Lookt for her knight, who far away was fled,
And for her dwarfe, that wont to waite each howre:--
Then gan she wail and weepe to see that woefu

stowre.

And after him she rode with so much speede,
As her slowre beast could make; but all in vaine :
For him so far had borne his light-foot steede,
Pricked with wrath and fiery fierce disdaine,
That him to follow was but fruitlesse paine:
Yet she her weary limbes would never rest;
But every hil and dale, each wood and plaine,

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Did search, sore grieved in her gentle brest,
He so ungently left her, whome she loved best.

But subtill Archimago, when his guests
He saw divided into double parts,

And Una wandring in woods and forrests,

(Th' end of his drift,) he praised his divelish arts,
That had such might over true-meaning harts:
Yet rests not so, but other meanes doth make,
How he may worke unto her further smarts:
For her he hated as the hissing snake,

And in her many troubles did most pleasure take.

He then devisde himselfe how to disguise;
For by his mighty science he could take
As many formes and shapes in seeming wise,
As ever Proteus to himselfe could make :
Sometime a fowle. sometime a fish in lake,
Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell;
That of himselfe he ofte for feare would quake,
And oft would flie away. O who can tell [spell!
The hidden powre of herbes, and might of magick

But now seemde best the person to put on
Of that good knight, his late beguiled guest:-
In mighty armes he was yclad anon,

And silver shield; upon his coward brest
A bloody crosse, and on his craven crest
A bounch of heares discolourd d'verly.

Full iolly knight he seemde, and wel addrest;
And, when he sate upon his courser free, [to be.
Saint George himselfe ye would have deemed him

But he, the knight, whose semblaunt he did beare,
The true Saint George, was wandred far away,
Still flying from his thoughts and gealous feare:
Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray.
At last him chaunst to meete upon the way
A faithless Sarazin, all armde to point,
In whose great shield was writ with letters gay
Sans foy; full large of limbe and every ioint
He was, and cared not for God or man a point.

Hee had a faire companion of his way,
A goodly lady clad in scarlot red,

Purfled with gold and pearle of rich assay;
And like a Persian mitre on her hed

Shee wore, with crowns and owches garnished,
The which her lavish lovers to her gave:

Her wanton palfry all was overspred

With tinsell trappings, woven like a wave,
Whose bridle rung with golden bels and bosses brave.

With faire disport, and courting dalliaunce,

She intertainde her lover all the way:

But, when she saw the knight his speare advaunce,
Shee soone left off her mirth and wanton play,
And bad her knight addresse him to the fray;
His foe was nigh at hand. He, prickte with pride,
And hope to winne his ladies hearte that day,
Forth spurred fast; adowne his coursers side [ride.
The red bloud trickling staind the way, as he did

The knight of the Redcrosse, when him he spide
Spurring so hote wsth rage dispiteous,
Gan fairely couch his speare, and towards ride:
Soone meete they both, both fell and furious,
That, daunted with their forces hideous,

Their steeds doe stagger, and amezed stand;
And eke themselves, too rudely rigorous,
Astonied with the stroke of their own hand,
Doe backe rebutte, and each to other yealdeth land.

As when two rams, stird with ambitious pride,
Fight for the rule of the rich-fleeced flocke,
Their horned fronts so fierce on either side
Doe meete, that, with the terrour of the shocke
Astonied, both stand senceless as a blocke,
Forgetfull of the hanging victory :

So stood these twaine, unmoved as a rocke,
Both staring fierce, and holding idely
The broken reliques of their former cruelty.

The Sarazin, sore daunted with the buffe,
Snatcheth his sword, and fiercely to him flies;
Who well it wards, and quyteth cuff with cuff:
Each others equall puissaunce envies,
And through their iron sides with cruell spies
Does seeke to perce; repining courage yields
No foote to foe: the flashing fier flies,

As from a forge, out of their burning shields;
And streams of purple bloud new die the verdant
fields.

"Curse on that crosse," quoth then the Sarazin, "That keeps thy body from the bitter fitt; Dead long ygoe, I wote, thou haddest bin, Had not that charme from thee forwarned itt: But yet I warne thee now assured sitt, And hide thy head." Therewith upon his crest With rigour so outrageous he smitt,

That a large share it hewd out of the rest,

And glauncing downe his shield from blame him fairly blest.

Who, thereat wondrous wroth, the sleeping spark
Of native vertue gan eftsoones revive;

And, at his haughty helmet making mark,
So hugely stroke, that it the steele did rive,
And cleft his head: he tumbling downe alive,
With bloody mouth his mother Earth did kis,
Greeting his grave; his grudging ghost did strive
With the fraile flesh; at last it flitted is,
Whether the soules doe fly of men, that live amis.

The lady, when she saw her champion fall,
Like the old ruines of a broken towre,
Staid not to waile his woefull funerall;
But from him fled away with all her powre:
Who after her as hastily gan scowre,

Bidding the dwarfe with him to bring away
The Sarazins shield, signe of the conqueroure:
Her soone he overtooke, and bad to stay:
For present cause was none of dread her to dismay.

Shee turning backe, with ruefull countenaunce,
Cride," Mercy, mercy, sir, vouchsafe to show
On silly dame, subiect to hard mischaunce,
And to your mighty will." Her humblesse low
In so ritch weedes, and seeming glorious show,
Did much emmove his stout heroicke heart;
And said, "Deare dame, your suddein overthrow
Much rueth me: but now put feare apart, [part."
And tel, both who ye be, and who that tooke your

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