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As when old Father Nilus gins to swellusb daulvi With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale, 10 Y His fattie waves doe fertile slime outwell, baA And overflow each plaine and lowly dale;ob diw But when his later spring gins to avale, quiv od K Huge heaps of mudd he leaves, wherein there breed Ten thousand kindes of creatures, partly male A And partly femall, of his fruitful seed: band and I Such ugly monstrous shapes elswhere may nó man

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[reed. The same so sore annoyed has the knight,ybel zil That wel-nigh choked with the deadly stinke, sbirc His forces faile, ne can no lenger fightlist bhA → Whose corage when the feend perceivd to shrinke, She poured forth out of her hellish sinked T Her fruitful cursed spawne of serpents small, Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke, A Which swarming all about his legs did cralled w And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all. XXIII.

A gentle shepheard in sweete eventide, biword T
When ruddy Phoebus gins to welke in westyof A.
High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide, o HTE
Markes which doe byte their hasty supper best;
A cloud of cumbrous gnattes doe him molest,
All striving to infixe their feeble stinges,
That from their noyance he no where can rest,
But with his clownish hands their tender wings
He brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.

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Thus ill bestedd, and fearfull more of shame
Then of the certeine perill he stood in,
Halfe furious unto his foe he came,
(Resolvd in minde all suddenly to win,
Or soone to lose, before he once would lin)
And stroke at her with more than manly force;
That from her body, full of filthie sin,

He raft her hatefull heade without remorse: A streame of cole-black blood forth from her corse. · XXV.

Her scattred brood, soone as their parent deare
They saw so rudely falling to the ground,
Groning full deadly all with troublous feare,
Gathred themselves about her body round,
Weening their wonted entrance to have found
At her wide mouth; but being there withstood,
They flocked all about her bleeding wound,
And sucked up their dying mother's bloud,
Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their

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That detestable sight him much amazd,.

[good.

To see th' unkindly impes of heaven accurst
Devoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,
Having
gall satisfide their bloudy thurst,
Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst,
And bowels gushing forth: well worthy end,
Of such as drunke her life, the which them nurst.
Now needeth him no lenger labour spend, ['contend.
His foes have slaine themselves, with whom he should

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His lady, seeing all that chaunst from farre,
Approcht in hast to greet his victorie,

And saide, "Faire Knight, borne under happie starre,
"Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye,
"Well worthie be you of that armory,

"Wherein ye have great glory wonne this day, "And proov'd your strength on a strong enimie, "Your first adventure: many such I pray,

"And henceforth ever wish that like succeed it XXVIII.

[may." Then mounted he upon his steede againe, And with the lady backward sought to wend: That path he kept which beaten was most plaine, Ne ever would to any by-way bend;

But still did follow one unto the end,

The which at last out of the wood them brought : So forward on his way (with God to frend) var He passed forth, and new adventure sought: Long way he traveiled before he heard of ought. XXIX. At length they chaunst to meet upon the the way An aged sire, in long blacke weedes yclad, His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray,ro And by his belt his booke he hanging had Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad, And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent, Simple in shew, and voide of malice bad; hva 20 And all the way he prayed as he went, evol And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.

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He faire the knight saluted, louting low,
Who faire him quited, as that courteous was ;
And after asked him, if he did know

Of straunge adventures which abroad did pas "Ah! my dear Sonne,"quoth he, "how should,alas! "Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell, "Bidding his beades all day for his trespas, "Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell? "With holy father fits not with such thinges to

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[mell. "But if of daunger, which hereby doth dwell, "And home-bredd evil, ye desire to heare, "Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell, "That wasteth all this countrie farre and neare." "Of such," said he, "I chiefly doe inquere; "And shall thee well rewarde to shew the place In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare; "For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace "That such a cursed creature lives so long a space." XXXII.

"Far hence," quoth he, " in wastfull wildernesse "His dwelling is, by which no living wight "May ever passe, but thorough great distresse." “Now,” saide the ladie, " draweth toward night; "And well I wote, that of your later fight "Ye all forwearied be: for what so strong, "But wanting rest will also want of might? "The sunne, that measures heaven all day long, "At night doth baite his steedes the ocean waves emong.

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"Then with the sunne take, Sir, your timely rest, "And with new day new worke at once begin: "Untroubled night, they say, gives counsell best." "Right well, Sir Knight, ye have advised bin,' Quoth then that aged man; "the way to win "Is wisely to advise. Now day is spent,

❝ Therefore with me ye may take up your in [tent; For this same night." The Knight was well conSo with that godly father to his home they went. XXXIV.

A little lowly hermitage it was,

Down in a dale, hard by a forest's side,
Far from resort of people that did pas
In traveill to and froe: a little wyde
There was an holy chappell edifyde,
Wherein the hermite dewly wont to say
His holy things each morne and eventyde;
Thereby a christall streame did gently play, “
Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.
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Arrived there, the little house they fill,

Ne looke for entertainement where none was ;
Rest is their feast, and all thinges at their will:
The noblest mind the best contentment has.
With faire discourse the evening so they pas;
For that olde man of pleasing wordes had store,
And well could file his tongue, as smooth as glas››
He told of saintes and popes, and evermore
He strowd an Ave-Mary after and before.