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To native crowne and kingdom late ygoe1; Where she enioyes sure peace for evermore, As wetherbeaten ship arryv'd on happie shore.

3 Him therefore now the obiect of his spight And deadly food 2 he makes: him to offend By forged treason, or by open fight,

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He seekes, of all his drifte the aymed end: Thereto his subtile engins he does bend, His practick witt and his fayre fyled tonge, With thousand other sleightes; for well he kend1 His credit now in doubtfull ballaunce hong: For hardly could bee hurt, who was already stong.

4 Still, as he went, he craftie stales 5 did lay,
With cunning traynes him to entrap unwares,
And privy spyals 6 plast in all his way,

To weete what course he takes, and how he fares;
To ketch him at a vauntage in his snares.
But now so wise and wary was the Knight
By tryall of his former harmes and cares,
That he descryde, and shonned still, his slight:

The fish, that once was caught, new bait wil hardly

byte.

Nath'lesse th' Enchaunter would not spare his payne,

In hope to win occasion to his will;

Which when he long awaited had in vayne,

1 Ygoe, ago.

2 Food, feud.

3 Practick, treacherous.

4 Kend, knew.

5 Stales, decoys.

6 Spyals, spies.

He chaungd his mynd from one to other ill: For to all good he enimy was still. Upon the way him fortuned to meet, Fayre marching underneath a shady hill, A goodly Knight, all armd in harnesse meete, That from his head no place appeared to his feete.

6 His carriage was full comely and upright; His countenance demure and temperate; But yett so sterne and terrible in sight,

That cheard his friendes, and did his foes amate1
He was an Elfin borne, of noble state

And mickle worship in his native land;
Well could he tourney, and in lists debate,

And knighthood tooke of good Sir Huons hand,
When with King Oberon he came to Fary land.

7 Him als 2 accompanyd upon the way
A comely Palmer, clad in black attyre,

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1 Amate, daunt. 2 Als, also.

Of rypest yeares, and heares all hoarie gray,
That with a staffe his feeble steps did stire,*
Least his long way his aged limbes should tire:
And if by lookes one may the mind aread,
He seemd to be a sage and sober syre;

3 Palmer, a kind of pilgrim.
4 Stire, steer.

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Sir Huons hand.]

VI. 8. This is Sir Huon of Bordeaux, the hero of one of the romances of chivalry, bearing his name. He is represented as having been a great favorite of Oberon, the Fairy King. H.

And ever with slow pace the Knight did lead, Who taught his trampling steed with equall steps to tread.

8 Such whenas Archimago them did view,
He weened1 well to worke some uncouth wyle:
Eftsoones, untwisting his deceiptfull clew,
He gan to weave a web of wicked guyle;
And, with faire countenance and flattring style
To them approching, thus the Knight bespake :
Fayre sonne of Mars, that seeke with warlike
spoyle,

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And great atchiev'ments, great yourselfe to make, Vouchsafe to stay your steed for humble misers 2 sake."

9 He stayd his steed for humble misers sake,
And badd tell on the tenor of his playnt:
Who feigning then in every limb to quake
Through inward feare, and seeming pale and faynt,
With piteous mone his percing speach gan paynt:
"Deare Lady! how shall I declare thy cace,
Whom late I left in languorous constraynt3?
Would God thyselfe now present were in place
To tell this ruefull tale! Thy sight could win thee

grace.

1 Weened, expected.

3 Languorous constraynt, fainting and in distress.

2 Miser, wretched person.

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Eftsoones, untwisting, &c.] Abandoning his for

VIII. 3. mer plan of treachery, he began to form a new one against Sir Guyon. H.

10 "Or rather would, O, would it so had chaunst,
That you, most noble Sir, had present beene
When that lewd rybauld, with vyle lust advaunst,1
Laid first his filthie hands on virgin cleene,
To spoyle her dainty corps,2 so faire and sheene
As on the earth, great mother of us all,

With living eye more fayre was never seene
Of chastity and honour virginall!

Witnes, ye heavens, whom she in vaine to help did call!"

11 "How may it be," sayd then the Knight halfe wroth,

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"That knight should knighthood ever so have shent ? "

How shamefully that Mayd he did torment:
Her looser golden lockes he rudely rent,

“None but that saw," quoth he, “would weene for troth,4

And drew her on the ground; and his sharpe sword Against her snowy brest he fiercely bent,

And threatned death with many a bloodie word; Tounge hates to tell the rest that eye to see abhord.”

1 Advaunst, stimulated. 2 Corps, body.

12 Therewith amoved from his sober mood,

"And lives he yet," said he, "that wrought this act? And doen the heavens afford him vitall food? "He lives," quoth he, "and boasteth of the fact, Ne yet hath any knight his courage crackt.”

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3 Shent, disgraced.

4 Weene for troth, believe for truth.

"Where may that treachour1 then," sayd he, "be found,

Or by what meanes may I his footing tract?" "That shall I shew," said he, "as sure as hound The stricken deare doth chaleng2 by the bleeding wound."

13 He stayd not lenger talke, but with fierce yre
And zealous haste away is quickly gone

To seeke that knight, where him that crafty squyre
Supposd to be. They do arrive anone
Where sate a gentle Lady all alone,
With garments rent, and heare discheveled,
Wringing her handes, and making piteous mone:
Her swollen eyes were much disfigured,

And her faire face with teares was fowly blubbered.

14 The Knight, approching nigh, thus to her said: "Fayre Lady, through fowle sorrow ill bedight, Great pitty is to see you thus dismayd,

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And marre the blossom of your beauty bright: Forthy appease your griefe and heavy plight, And tell the cause of your conceived payne; For, if he live that hath you doen despight, He shall you doe dew recompence agayne, Or els his wrong with greater puissance maintaine."

15 Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise, She wilfully her sorrow did augment,

1 Treachour, traitor.

2 Chaleng, find the scent of.

3 Ill bedight, disfigured.

4 Forthy, therefore.

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