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Who, when the shamed shield of slaine Sansfoy loyous, to see his ymage in mine eye,
He spide with that same Fary champions page, And greevd, to thinke how foe did him destroy
Besraying him that did of late destroy

That was the flowre of grace and chevalrye;
His eldest brother; burning all with rage,

Lo, his Fidessa, to thy secret faith I flye."
He to him lept, and that same envious gage
Of victors glory from him snacht away:

With gentle wordes he can her fayrely greet,
But th' Elfin knight, which ought that warlike wage, | And bad say on the secrete of her hart:
Disdaind to loose the meed he wonne in fray ; Then, sighing soft; “ I learne that litle sweet
And, him rencountring fierce, reskewd the noble Oft tempred is," quoth she, “ with muchell smart:
pray.

For, since my brest was launcht with lovely dart

Of deare Sansfoy, I never loved bowre, Therewith they gan to hurtlen greedily,

But in eternall woes my weaker hart Redoubted battaile ready to darrayne,

Have wasted, loving him with all my powre, And clash the'rshields, and shake their swords on hy; And for bis sake have felt full many an heavy That with their sturre they troubled all the traine:

stowre. Till that great queene, upon eternall paine Of bigb displeasure that ensewen might,

" At last, when perils all I weened past, Commaunded them their fury to refraine ;

And hop'd to reape the crop of all my care,
And, if that either to that shield had right, Into new woes unweeting I was cast
In equall lists they should the morrow next it fight. By this false faytor, who unworthie ware

His worthie shield, whom he with guilefull snare * Ah, dearest dame," quoth then the Payniın hold, Entrapped slew, and brought to shamefull grave: Pandon the error of enraged wight,

Me silly maid away with him he bare, Whome great griefe made forgett the raines to hold And ever since hath kept in darksoin cave; Of reasons rule, to see this recreaunt knight, For that I would not yeeld that to Sansfoy I gave. (No knight, but treachour full of false despight And shameful treason,) who through guile hath slayn “ But since faire Sunne hath sperst that lowring The prowest knight, that ever field did fight,

clowd, Even stout Sansfoy, (O who can then refrayn?) And to my loatbed life now shewes some light, Whose shield he beares renverst, the more to heap Under your beames I will me safely shrowd disdayn.

From dreaded storme of his disdainfull spight:

To you th' inberitance belonges by right * And, to augment the glorie of bis guile, Of brothers prayse, to you eke longes his love. His dearest love, the faire Fidessa, loe

Let not his love, let not his restlesse spright, Is there possessed of the traytour vile;

Be unreveng'd, that calles to you above Wbo reapes the harvest sowen by his foe,

From wandring Stygian shores, where it doth end. Sowen in bloodie field, and bought with woe:

lesse move." That-brothers hand shall dearely well requight, So be, O queene, who equall favour showe." Thereto said he, “ Faire dame, be nought dismaid Hm litle answerd th' angry Elfin knight;

For sorrowes past; their griefe is with them gone. He never meant with words, but swords, to plead Ne yet of present perill be affraid: his right:

For needlesse feare did never vautage none;

And helplesse hap it booteth not to mone. Bat threw his gauntlet, as a sacred pledg, Dead is Sansfoy, his vitali paines are past, His cause in combat the next day to try:

Though greeved ghost for veugeance deep to So been they parted both, witir harts on edg

grone: To be areng'd each on his enimy.

He lives, that shall him pay his dewties last, That night they pas in joy and jollity,

And guiltie Elfin blood shall sacrifice in hast." Feasting and courting both in bowre and hall; For steward was excessive Gluttony,

“ 0, but I feare the fickle freakes,” quoth shee, That of his plenty poured forth to all :

Of fortune false, and oddes of armes in field.” Which doen, the chamberlain Slowth did to rest “Why, dame," quoth he, “what oddes can ever bee, them call.

Where both doe fight alike, to win or yield?

“ Yea, but,” quoth she, “ he beares a charmed Now whenas darksome Night had all displayd

shield, Her coleblacke cartein over brightest skye;

And eke enchaunted armes, that none can perce; The warlike youthes, on dayntie couches layd, Ne none can wound the man, that does them Did chace away sweet sleepe from sluggish eye,

wield.” To muse on meanes of hoped victory.

“ Charmd or enchaunted,” answerd he then ferce, But whenas Morpheus had with leaden mace “ I no whitt reck; ne you the like need to reherce. Arrested all that courtly company, prose Duessa from ber resting place,

“ But, faire Fidessa, sithens fortunes guile, And to the Paynims lodging comes with silent Or enimies porre, hath now captived you, pace:

Returne from whence ye came, and rest a while,

Till inorrow next, that I the elfe subdew, Whom broad awake she findes, in troublous fitt, And with Sansfoyes dead dowry you endew.” Pure-casting, how his foe he might annoy ;

“ Ay me, that is a double death," she said, And bin amoves with speaches seeming fitt, “ With proud foes sight my sorrow to renew : * Ah deare Sansioy, next dearest to Sansfoy, Where ever yet I be, my secret aide Cause of my new griefe, cause of my new joy ; Shall follow you.” So, passing forth, she him obaid.

The Sarazin was stout and wondrous strong,
CANTO V.

And heaped blowes like yron hammers great ;
The faithfull knight in equall field

For after blood and vengeance he did long.
Subdewes his faithlesse foe;

The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat,
Whom false Duessa saves, and for

And doubled strokes, like dreaded thunders threat: His cure to Hell does goe.

For all for praise and honour did he fight.

Both stricken stryke, and beaten both doe beat; The noble hart that harbours vertuous thought, That from their shields forth flyeth firie light, And is with childe of glorious great intent,

And helmets, hewen deepe, shew marks of eithers
Can never rest, untill it forth have brought

might.
Th' eternall brood of glorie excellent.
Such restlesse passion did all night torment So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right:
The flaming corage of that Faery knight,

As when a gryfin, seized of his pray,
Devizing, how that doughtie turnament

A dragon fiers encountreth in his flight,
With greatest honour be atchieven might:

Through widest avre making his ydle way,
Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning That would his rightfull ravine rend away:
light.

With hideous horror both together smight,

And souce so sore, that they the Heavens affray:
At last, the golden orientall gate

The wise souihsayer, seeing so sad sight,
Of greatest Heaven gan to open fayre;

Th’amazed vulgar telles of warres and mortal fight
And Phæbus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate,

So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right;
Came dauncing furth, shaking his deawie hayre;
And hurld his glistring beams through gloomy ayre. The cruell steele so greedily doth bight

And each to deadly shame would drive his foe :
Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiv'd, streightway In tender flesh, the streames of blood down flow;
He started up, and did him selfe prepayre

With which the armes, that earst so bright did show,
In sunbright armes, and battailous array;

Into a pure vermillion now are dyde.
For with that Pagan proud he combatt will that

Great ruth in all the gazers harts did grow,
day.

Seeing the gored wound(s to gape so wyde,

That victory they dare not wish to either side.
And forth he comes into the commune hall;
Where earely waite him many a gazing eye, At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye,
To weet what end to straunger knights may fall.

His suddein eye, flaming with wrathfull fyre,
There many m nstrales maken melody,

Upon his brothers shield, wbich hong thereby :
To drive away the dull melancholy;

Therewith redoubled was his raging yre,
And manv bardes, that to the trembling chord

And said; “ Ah! wretched sonne of wofull syre,
Can tune their timely voices cunningly;

Doest thou sit wayling by blacke Stygian lake, And many chroniclers, that cad record

Whylest here thy shield is hangd for victors hyre? Old loves, and warres for ladies doen by many a

And, sluggish german, doest thy forces slake
lord.

To after-send his foe, that him may overtake?
Soone after comes the cruell Sarazin,

“ Gó, caytive Elfe, him quickly overtake,
In woven maile all armed warily;

And soone redeeme from his long-wandring woe :
And sterly lookes at him, who not a pin

Goe, guiltie ghost, to him my message make,
Does care for looke of living creatures eye.

That I his shield have quit from dying foe."
They bring them wines of Greece and Araby, Therewith upon his crest he stroke him so,
And daintie spices fetch from furthest Ynd, That twise he reeled, readie twise to fall :
To kindle heat of corage privily;

End of the doubtfull battaile deemed tho
And in the wine a solemne oth they bynd

The lookers on; and lowd to him gan call (all !”
T'observe the sacred lawes of armes, that are assynd. The false Duessa, “ Thine the shield, and I, and

At last forth comes that far renowmed queene.
With royall pomp and princely maiestie.
She is ybrought unto a paled greene,
And placed under stately canapee,
The warlike feates of both those knights to see.
On th' other side in all mens open vew
Duessa placed is, and on a tree
Sansfoy his shield is hangd with bloody hew:
Both those, the lawrell girlonds to the victor dew.

Soone as the Faerie heard his ladie speake,
Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake ;
And quickning faith, that earst was woxen weake,
The creeping deadly cold away did shake;
Tbo mov'd with wrath, and shame, and ladies sake,
Of all attonce he cast aveng'd to be,
And with so' exceeding furie at him strake,
That forced him to stoupe upon his knee:
Had he not stouped so, he should have cloven bee.

.

A shrilling trompett sownded from on hye, And to him said; “Goe now, proud miscreant,
And unto battaill bad themselves addresse: Thyselfe thy message do to german deare;
Their shining shieldes about their wrestes they tye, Alone he, wandring, thee too long doth want:
And burning blades about their heades do blesse, Goe say, his foe thy shield with his doth beare.”
The instruments of wrath and heavinesse:

Therewith his heavie hand he high gan reare,
With greedy force each other doth assayle, Him to have slaine; when lo! a darkesome clowd
And slr ke so fiercely, that they do impresse Upon him fell; he no where doth appeare,
Deepe dinted furrowes in the battred mayle : But vanisht is. The Elfe him calls alowd,
The yron walles to ward their blowes are weak and But answer none receives; the darkness him does
fraile.

shrowd.

lo haste Duessa from her place arose,

Who when she saw Duessa, sunny bright, And to him running sayd; “O prowest knight, Adornd with gold and jewels shining cleare, That ever ladie to her love did chose,

She greatly grew amazed at the sight, Let now abate the terrour of your might,

And th' unacquainted light began to feare; And quench the flame of furious despight

(For never did such brightnes there appeare) And bloodie vengeance: lo! th' infernall powres, And would have backe rety red to her cave, Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night, Untill the witches speach she gan to heare, Have bore him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres : Saying; " Yet, O thou dreaded dame, I crave The conquest yours; I yours; the shield and glory Abyde, till I have told the message which I have." yours!

She stayd; and foorth Duessa gan proceede; Not all so satisGide, with greedy eye

" ( thou, most auncient grandmother of all, He sought, all round about, his thristy blade More old than love, whom thou at tirst didst breedle, To bathe in blood of faithlesse enimy;

Or that great house of gods cælestiall; Who all that while lay hid in secret shade: Which wast begot in Dæmogorgons hall, He standes amazed how he thence should fade. And sawst the secrets of the world inmade; At last the trumpets triumph sound on hie; Why suffredst thou thy nephewes drare to fall And running heralds humble homage made, With Elfin sword, most shamefully betrade! Greeting him goodly with new victorie;

Lo, where the stout Sansioy doth sleepe in deadly And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmitie. shade! Wherewith he goeth to that soveraine queene;

And, him before, I saw with bitter eyes And, falling her before on lowly knee,

The bold Sansfoy shrinck underneath his speare; To her makes present of his service seene: And now the pray of fowles in field he lyes, Which she accepts with thankes and goodly gree, Nor wayld of friends, nor layd on groning beare, Greatly adrauncing his gay chevalree:

That whylome was to me too dearely deare. So marcheth home, and by her takes the knight, 0! what of gorls then boots it to be borne, Whom all the people followe with great glee, If old Aveugles sonnes so evill heare? Shouting, and clapping all their hands on bight, Or who shall not great Nightës children scorne, That all the ayre it fils, and Ayes to Heaven bright. When two of three her nephews are so fowle for

lorne? Home is he brought, and layd in sumptuous bed : Where many skilfull leaches him abide

Up, then ; up, dreary dame, of darknes queene; To save his hurts, that yet still freshly bled.

Go, gather up the reliques of thy race;
In fine and oyle they wash his woundës wide, Or else goe, them avenge; and let be seene
And softly gan embalme on everie side.

That dreaded Night in brightest day bath place, And all the while most heavenly melody

And can the children of fayre Light deface.” About the bed sweet musicke did divide,

Her feeling speaches some compassion mov'd Him to beguile of griefe and agony:

In hart, and chaunge in that great mothers face: And all the while Duessa wept full bitterly.

Yet pitty in her hart was never prov'd

Till then; for evermore she hated, never lov'd : As when a wearie traveiler, that strayes By muddy shore of broad seven-mouthed Nile,

And said, “ Deare daughter, rightly may I rew UnFeeting of the perillous wandřng wayes,

The fall of famous children borne of mee, Doth meete a cruell craftie crocodile,

And good successes, which their foes ensew : Which, in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile,

But who can turne the streame of destinee, Doth reepe fall sore, and sheddeth tender tears;

Or breake the chayne of strong necessitee, The foolish man, that pities all this while

Which fast is tyde to loves eternall seat? His mournefull plight, is swallowed up unwares ;

The sonnes of Day he favoureth, I see, Porgetfull of his owne, that mindes an others cares. And by my ruines thinkes to make them great:

To make one great by others losse is bad excheat. So wept Duessa untill eventyde, That shyning lampes in loves high house werelight:

“ Yet shall they not escape so freely all ; Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide ;

For some shall pay the pr ce of others guilt: But comes unto the place, where th' Het hen knight, And he, the man that made Sansfoy to fall, In slombring swownd nigh voyd of vitall spright,

Shall with his owne blood price that he hath spilt. Lay corer'd with inchaunted eloud all day : But what art thou, that teist of nephews kilt ? Whom when she found, as she him left in plight,

“ I, that do see me not I, Duessa ame,” To wayle his wofull case she would not stay,

Quoth she, “ how ever now, in garments gilt But to the easterne coast of Heaven makes speedy And gorgeous gold arravd, I to thee came; way:

Duessa I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame.” Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad, Then, bowing downe her aged backe, she kist That Phoebus chcarefull face durst nerer vew,

The wicked witch, saying; “ In that fayre face And in a foule blacke pitchy mantle clad,

The false resemblaunce of Deceipt, I wist, She bindes forth comming from her darksome mew;

Did closely lurke; yet so true-seeming grace Where she all day did hide her hated hew. It carried, that I scarse in darksome place Before the dore her pron cbaret stood,

Conld it d scerne; though I the mother bee Ar-ady harnessed for journey new,

Of Palshood, and roote of Duessaes race. And cole-blacke steedes yborne of hellish brood,

O welcome, child, whom I have longd to see, That

their rusty bits did champ, as they were And now have seene unwares ! Lo, now I go with pool.

thee." TOL III.

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Then to her yron wagon she betakes,

There was Ixion turned on a wheele,
And with her beares the fowle welfavourd witch: For daring tempt the queene of Heaven to sin;
Through mirkesome aire her ready way she makes. And Sisyphus an huge round stoue did reele
Her twyfold teme (of which two blacke as pitch, Against an hill, ne might from labour lin;
And two were browne, yet each to each unlich) There thristy Tantalus hong by the chin;
Did softly swim away, ne ever stamp

And Tityus fed a vultur on his maw;
Unlesse shechaunst theirstubborne mouths totwitch; Typhæus joynts were stretched on a gin;
Then, foming tarre, their bridles they would champ, Theseus condemnd to endlesse slouth by law;
And trampling the fine element would fiercely ramp. And fifty sisters water in leke vessels draw.
So well they sped, that they be come at length They, all beholding worldly wights in place,
Unto the place, whereas the Paynim lay

Leave off their worke, unmindfull of their smart,
Devoid of outward sence and native strength, To gaze on them; who forth by them doe pace,
Coverd with charmed cloud from rew of day Till they be come unto the furthest part;
And sight of men, since his late luckelesse fray. Where was a cave ywrought by wondrous art,
His cruell wounds with cruddy bloud congeaid Deepe, darke, uneasy, dolefull, comfortlesse,
They binden op so wisely as they may,

In which sad Aesculapius far apart
And handle softly, till they can be heald : Emprisond was in chaines remédilesse ;
So lay him in her charett, close in night conceald. For that Hippolytus rent corse he did redresse.

And, all the while she stood upon the ground,
The wakefull dogs did never cease to bay ;
As giving warning of th' unwonted sound,
With which her yron wheeles did them affray,
And her darke griesly looke them much dismay.
The messenger of death, the ghastly owle,
With drery sbriekes did also her bewray;
And hungry wolves continually did howie
At her abhorred face, so filthy and so fowle.

Hippolytus a jolly huntsman was,
That wont in charett chace the foming bore:
He all his peeres in beauty did surpas;
But ladies love, as losse of time, forbore:
His wanton stepdame loved him the more;
But, when she saw her offred sweets refusd,
Her love she turnd to hate, and him before
His father fierce of treason false accusd,
And with her gealous termes his open eares abusd:

Thence turning backe in silence softe they stole, Who, all in rage, his sea-god syre besought
And brought the heavy corse with easy pace Some cursed vengeaunce on his sonne to cast :
To yawning gulfe of deepe Avernus hole:

Proin surging gulf two monsters streight were By that same hole an entraunce, darke and bace,

brought; With smoake and sulphur hiding all the place, With dread whereof his chacing steedes aghast Descends to Hell: there creature never past, Both charett swifte and huntsman overcast. That backe retourned without heavenly grace; His goodly corps, on ragged cliffs yrent, But dreadfull furies, which their chaines have brast, Was quite dismembred, and his members chast And damned sprights sent forth to make ill men Scattered on every mountaine as he went, aghast.

That of Hippolytus was lefte no moniment. By that same way the direfull dames doe drive His cruell step-dame, seeing what was donne, Their mournefull charett, fild with rusty blood, Her wicked daies with wretched knife did end, And downe to Plutoes house are come bilive: In death avowing th' innocence of her sonne. Which passing through, on every side them stood Which hearing, his rash syre began to rend The trembling ghosts with sad amazed mood, His heare, and hasty tong that did offend : Chattring their iron teeth, and staring wide Tho, gathering up the reliques of his smart, With stonie eies; and all the hellish brood By Dianes meanes who was Hippolyts frend, Of feends infernall flockt on every side, [ride. Thein brought to Aesculape, that by his art To gaze on erthly wight, that with the Night durst Did heale them all againe, and ioyned every part. They pas the bitter waves of Acheron,

Such wondrous science in mans witt to rain Where many soules sit wailing woefully;

When love avizd, that could the dead revive, And come to fiery food of Phlegeton,

And fates expired could renew again, Whereas the damned ghosts in torments fry, Of endlesse life he might him not deprive; And with sharp shrilling shriekes doe bootlesse cry, But voto Hell did thrust him downe alive, Cursing high love, the which them thither sent. With flashing thunderbolt ywounded sore: The House of endlesse Paine is built thereby, Where, long remaining, be did alwaies strive In which ten thousand sorts of punishment

Himselfe with salves to health for to restore, The cursed creatures doe eternally torment. And slake the heavenly fire that raged evermore. Before the threshold dreadfull Cerberus

There auncient Night arriving did alight His three deformed heads did lay along,

From her nigh-weary wayne, and in her armes Curled with thousand adders venemous;

To Aesculapius brought the wounded knight: And lilled forth his bloody flaming tong :

Whom having softly disaraid of armes, At them he gan to reare bis bristles strong, Tho gan to him discover all bis harmes, And felly guarre, untill Dayes enemy

Beseeching him with prayer, and with praise, Did him appease ; then downe bis taile he hong, If either salves, or oyles, or herbes, or charmes, And suffered them to passen quietly :

A fordonne wight from dore of death mote raise, For she in Hell and Heaven had power equally. He would at her request prolong her nephews daies. " Ah, dame," quoth he, “ thou temptest me in vaine | All these together in one heape were throwne, To dare the thing, which daily yet I rew;

Like carkases of beastes in butchers stall. And the old cause of my continued paine

And, in another corner, wide were strowne With like attempt to like end to renew.

The antique ruins of the Romanes fall : Is not enough, that, thrust from Heaven dew, Great Romulus, the grandsyre of them all; Here endlesse penaunce for one fault I pay; Proud Tarquin; and too lord'y Lentulus; But that redoubled crime with vengeaunce new Stout Scipio; and stubborne Hanniball; Thou biddest me to eeke? can Night defray Ambitious Sylla; and sterne Marius; The wrath of thundring love, that rules both Night | High Caesar; great Pompey; and fiers Antonius. and Day?"

Amongst these mightie men were wemen mixt, “Not so," quoth sbe; “but, sith that Heavens king Proud wemen, vaine, forgetfull of their yoke: From hope of Heaven hath thee excluded quight,

The bold Semiramis, whose sides transfixt Why fearest thog, that canst not hope for thing;

With sonnes own blade her fowle reproches spoke: And fearest not that more thee hurten might,

Payre Sthenobea, that her selfe did ch ke Now in the powre of everlasting Night?

With wilfull chord, for wanting of her will; Goe to then, O thou far renowmed sonne

High-minded Cleopatra, that with stroke Of great Apollo, shew thy famous might

Of aspës sting her selfe did stoutly kill: [fill. In medicine, that els hath to thee wonne (donne." And thousands moe the l.ke, that did that dongeon Great pains, and greater praise, both never to be Her words prevaild: and then the learned leaeh

Besides the endlesse routes of wretched thralles, His cunning hand gan to his wounds to lay,

Which thether were assembled, day by day,

From all the world, after their wofull falles
And all things els, the which his art did teach :
Which having seene, from thence arose away

Through wicked pride and wasted welthes decay. The mother of dredd darknesse, and let stay

But most, of all which in that dongeon lay, Aveugles sonne there in the leaches cure;

Fell from high princes courtes, or ladies bowres; And, backe retourning, took her wonted way

Where they in ydle pomp, or wanton play, To ronne her timely race, whilst Phoebus pare

Consumed had their goods and thriftlesse howres, In westerne waves his weary wagon did recure.

And lastly thrown themselves into these heavy

stowres. The false Duessa, leaving noyous Night,

Whose case whenas the careful dwarfe had tould, Returnd to stately pallace of dame Pryde: Where when she came, she found the Faery knight And made ensample of their mournfull sight Departed thence; albee (his woundës wyde

t'nto his maister; he no lenger would Not throughly heald) unready were to ryde.

There dwell in perill of like painefull plight, Good cause he had to hasten thence away;

But earely rose; and, ere that dawning light

Discovered had the world to Heaven wyde,
For on a day his wary dwarfe had spyde
Where, in a dungeon deepe, huge nombers lay

He by a privy posterne tooke his flight,
Of caytive wretched thralls, that wayled night and That of no envious eyes he mote be spyde:
day;

For, doubtlesse, death ensewd if any him descryde. (A ruefull sight as could be seene with eie ;) Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way, Of #bom he learned had in secret wise

For many corses, like a great lay-stall, The bidden cause of their captivitie;

Of murdred men, which therein strowed lay How mortgaging their lives to Covetise,

Without remorse or decent funerall; (fall, Through wastfull pride and wanton riotise, Which, al through that great princesse Pryde, did They were by law of that proud tyrannesse,

And came to shamefull end: and them besyde, Prorokt with Wrath and Envyes false surmise, Forth ryding underneath the castell wall, Condemned to that dongeon mercilesse, [nesse. A donghill of dead carcases he spyde; Where they should live in wo, and dye in wretched- The dreadfull spectacle of that sad House of Pryde. There was that great proud king of Babylon, That would compell all nations to adore And him, as onely God, to call upon;

CANTO VI. Till

, through celestiall doome thrown out of dore, Into an oxe he was transformd of yore. There also was king Creesus, that enhaunst

From lawlesse lust by wondrous grace His hart too high through his great richesse store;

Fayre Una is releast : And proud Antiochus, the which advaunst

Whom salvage nation does adore,
His cursed hand gainst God, and on his altares daunst.

And learnes her wise beheast.
And, them long time before, great Nimrod was, As when a ship, that flyes fayre under sayle,
That first the world with sword and fire warrayd ; An hidden rocke escaped bath unwares,
And after him old Ninus far did pas

That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile;
In princely pomp, of all the world obayd.

The mariner yet halfe amazed stares
There also was that mightie monarch layd At perill past, and yet in doubt ne dares
Lo* under all, yet above all in pride,

To ioy at his foolhappie orersight :
That pame of native syre did fowle upbrayd, So doubly is distrest twixt joy and cares
And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide; (dide. The dreadlesse corage of this Elfin knight,
TAI

, scord of God and man, a shamefull death he | Having escapt so sad ensamples in his sight.

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