perce; yeh bere, and rug to amefill And eke en hemmed ommes, that none can Ne modern wound the man that does them ferce, · Charmi or enchanted' answerd he then kor som i would not year that to Saneity II no whitt reck; ne you the like need to re berce. LI But, faire Fidessa, sithens fortunes guile, II At last, the golden Orientall gate VII The Sarazin was stout and wondrous strong, And heaped blowes like yron hammers great; And Phoebus,fresh as brydegrome to his mate, For after blood and vengeance he did long: Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiv'd, streight For all for praise and honour he did fight. that day. At last forth comes that far renowmed Queene: might. VIII So th' one for wrong, the other strives for As when a Gryfon, seized of his pray, IX So th' one for wrong, the other strives for And each to deadly shame would drive his foe: In tender flesh, that streames of blood down X At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye, The warlike feates of both those knights to see. His suddein eye flaming with wrathfull fyre, 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. Upon his brothers shield, which hong thereby: And, sluggish german, doest thy forces slake XI 'Goe, caytive Elfe, him quickly overtake, And soone redeeme from his long-wandring woe: Goe, guiltie ghost, to him my message make, D In haste Duessa from her place arose, And to him running said; 'O! prowest knight, XIX That ever Ladie to her love did chose, powres, So wept Duessa untill eventyde, were light; Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night, Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide, Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull But comes unto the place where th' Hethen bowres : [glory yours.' The conquest yours; I yours; the shield, and knight, [spright, In slombring swownd, nigh voyd of vitali Lay cover'd with inchaunted cloud all day: Whom when she found, as she him left in plight, To wayle his wofull case she would not stay, But to the Easterne coast of heaven makes speedy way: XX Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad, That Phoebus chearefull face durst never rew, And in a foule blacke pitchy mantle clad, [mew, Where she all day did hide her hated hew. She findes forth comming from her darksome Before the dore her yron charet stood, Already harnessed for journey new, And cole blacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, That on their rusty bits did champ as they were wood. |