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So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right; And each to deadly shame would drive his foe: The cruell steele so greedily doth bight

In tender flesh, that streames of blood down flow; With which the armes, that earst so bright did show, Into a pure vermillion now are dyde.

Great ruth in all the gazers harts did grow, Seeing the gored woundes to gape so wyde, That victory they dare not wish to either side.

10 At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye,
His suddein eye, flaming with wrathfull fyre,
Upon his brothers shield, which hong thereby :
Therewith redoubled was his raging yre,
And said: "Ah! wretched sonne of wofull syre,
Doest thou sit wayling by blacke Stygian lake,
Whylest here thy shield is hangd for victors hyre?
And, sluggish german,' doest thy forces slake
To after-send his foe, that him may overtake?

11"Goe, caytive Elfe, him quickly overtake,
And soone redeeme from his long-wandring woe:
Goe guiltie ghost, to him my message make,
That I his shield have quit 2 from dying foe."
Therewith upon his crest he stroke him so,
That twise he reeled, readie twise to fall:
End of the doubtfull battaile deemed tho
The lookers on; and lowd to him gan call

The false Duessa, "Thine the shield, and I, and all!”

1 German, brother. He is addressing himself, - -"Doest (thou] thy forces slake?

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12 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:

Tho, mov'd with wrath, and shame, and ladies sake,

Of all attonce he cast2 avengd 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.

13 And to him said: "Goe now, proud miscreant,
Thyselfe thy message do to german deare;
Alone he, wandring, thee too long doth want:
Goe say, his foe thy shield with his doth beare."
Therewith his heavie hand he high gan reare,
Him to have slaine; when lo! a darkesome clowd
Upon him fell; he no where doth appeare,
The Elfe him calls alowd,

But vanisht is.

But answer none

shrowd.

receives; the darknes him does

14 In haste Duessa from her place arose,

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And to him running sayd: "O prowest knight,
That ever ladie to her love did chose,

Let now abate the terrour of your might,
And quench the flame of furious despight
And bloodie vengeance: lo! th' infernall powres,
Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night,

1 Tho, then.

2 Cast, considered how.

3 Prowest, bravest.

Have borne him hence to Plutoes balefull bowres : The conquest yours; I yours; the shield and glory yours!"

15 Not all so satisfide, with greedy eye

He sought, all round about, his thristy blade
To bathe in blood of faithlesse enimy ;
Who all that while lay hid in secret shade:
He standes amazed how he thence should fade.
At last the trumpets triumph sound on hie;
And running heralds humble homage made,
Greeting him goodly with new victorie;

And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmitie.

16 Wherewith he goeth to that soveraine Queene; And, falling her before on lowly knee,

To her makes present of his service seene 1: Which she accepts with thankes and goodly gree, Greatly advauncing his gay chevalree:

So marcheth home, and by her takes the Knight, Whom all the people followe with great glee, Shouting, and clapping all their hands on hight, That all the ayre it fils, and flyes to heaven bright.

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

To salve his hurts, that yet still freshly bled.
In wine and oyle they wash his woundës wide,
And softly gan embalme on everie side.

1 Seene, tried.
2 Gree, favor.

8 Advauncing, extolling.

And all the while most heavenly melody
About the bed sweet musicke did divide,1
Him to beguile of griefe and agony:
And all the while Duessa wept full bitterly.

18 As when a wearie traveiler, that strayes
By muddy shore of broad seven-mouthed Nile,
Unweeting of the perillous wandring wayes,
Doth meete a cruell craftie crocodile,

Which, in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile,
Doth weepe full sore, and sheddeth tender teares;
The foolish man, that pitties all this while

His mournefull plight, is swallowd up unwares; Forgetfull of his owne, that mindes anothers cares.

19 So wept Duessa untill eventyde,

That shyning lampes in Ioves high house were light: Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide; But comes unto the place, where th' Hethen Knight, In slombring swownd nigh voyd of vitall spright. 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;

20 Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad, That Phoebus chearefull face durst never vew, And in a foule blacke pitchy mantle clad,

She findes forth comming from her darksome mew 2;

1 To divide a melody is to make variations upon it.

2 Mew, place of confinement.

Where she all day did hide her hated hew.
Before the dore her yron charet stood,

Already harnessed for iourney new,

And cole-blacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood.1

21 Who when she saw Duessa, sunny bright,
Adornd with gold and iewels shining cleare,
She greatly grew amazed at the sight,
And th' unacquainted light began to feare;
(For never did such brightnes there appeare ;)
And would have backe retyred to her cave,
Untill the Witches speach she gan to heare,
Saying: "Yet, O thou dreaded Dame, I crave
Abyde, till I have told the message which I have."

92 She stayd; and foorth Duessa gan proceede: "O Thou, most auncient grandmother of all, More old then Jove, whom thou at first didst breede, Or that great house of gods cælestiall; Which wast begot in Demogorgons hall,2 And sawst the secrets of the world unmade; Why suffredst thou thy nephewes3 deare to fall With Elfin sword, most shamefully betrade? Lo where the stout Sansioy doth sleepe in deadly shade!

23"And, him before, I saw with bitter eyes

The bold Sansfoy shrinck underneath his speare;

1 Wood, mad.

2 I. e. in chaos.

8 Nephewes, descendants.

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