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Her children deare, whom he away had wonne : The lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare, And lull in rugged armes withouten childish feare.


The fearefull dame all quaked at the sight,
And turning backe gan fast to fly away;
Untill, with love revokt from vaine affright,
She hardly yet perswaded was to stay,

And then to him these womanish words gan say;
"Ah Satyrane, my dearling and my ioy,

For love of me leave off this dreadfull play;
To dally thus with death is no fit toy :

Go, find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet boy."


In these and like delightes of bloody game
He trayned was, till ryper years he raught1;
And there abode, whylst any beast of name
Walkt in that forrest, whom he had not taught
To feare his force: and then his courage haught2
Desyrd of forreine foemen to be knowne,

And far abroad for straunge adventures sought;
In which his might was never overthrowne ;
But through al Faery lond his famous worth was blown.


Yet evermore it was his maner faire,
After long labours and adventures spent,
Unto those native woods for to repaire,
To see his syre and ofspring auncient.
And now he thether came for like intent;

1 Raught, reached.

Haught, high.

XXX. 4. To see his syre and ofspring auncient.] To see his ancient sire and his sire's offspring.


Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,
Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.'

He wondred at her wisedome hevenly rare,
Whose like in womens witt he never knew;
And, when her curteous deeds he did compare,
Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew,
Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw,
And ioyd to make proofe of her cruelty
On gentle Dame, so hurtlesse 2 and so trew:
Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,
And learnd her discipline of faith and verity.


But she, all vowd unto the Redcrosse Knight,
His wandring perill closely 3 did lament,
Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight;
But her deare heart with anguish did torment,
And all her witt in secret counsels spent,
How to escape. At last in privy wise
To Satyrane she shewed her intent;

Who, glad to gain such favour, gan devise,

How with that pensive Maid he best might thence arise.*


So on a day, when Satyres all were gone

To do their service to Sylvanus old,
The gentle Virgin, left behinde alone,
He led away with corage stout and bold.
Too late it was to Satyres to be told,
Or ever hope recover her againe :

1 Redound, flow.

* Hurtlesse, innocent.

3 Closely, secretly.

4 Arise, depart.

In vaine he seekes that, having, cannot hold.

So fast he carried her with carefull paine,

That they the woods are past, and come now to the plaine.


The better part now of the lingring day
They traveild had, whenas they far espide
A weary wight forwandring by the way;
And towards him they gan in hast to ride,
To weete1 of newes that did abroad betyde,
Or tidings of her Knight of the Redcrosse ;
But he, them spying, gan to turne aside
For feare, as seemd, or for some feigned losse :
More greedy they of newes fast towards him do crosse.


A silly 2 man, in simple weeds forworne,3
And soild with dust of the long dried way;
His sandales were with toilsome travell torne,
And face all tand with scorching sunny ray,
As he had traveild many a sommers day
Through boyling sands of Arabie and Ynde;
And in his hand a Iacobs staffe, to stay
His weary limbs upon; and eke behind
His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind.


The Knight, approaching nigh, of him inquerd
Tidings of warre, and of adventures new ;

1 Weete, learn.

2 Silly, simple, without guile.

3 Forworne, much worn.

4 Inquerd, inquired.

XXXIV. 3. — A weary wight.] This is Archimago, who was left insensible on the ground, after his encounter with Sansloy, canto III. stanza XXXIX.


XXXV. 7.—A Iacobs staffe.] Among jugglers, a Jacob's staff (in French, bâton de Jacob) is technically a conjuring rod. See Dict. de l'Académie," Bâton."


But warres, nor new adventures, none he herd.
Then Una gan to aske, if ought he knew
Or heard abroad of that her Champion trew,
That in his armour bare a croslet 1 red.
"Ay me! deare Dame," quoth he, "well may I rew
To tell the sad sight which mine eies have red2;

These eies did see that Knight both living and eke ded.”


That cruell word her tender hart so thrild,

That suddein cold did ronne through every vaine,

And stony horrour all her sences fild
With dying fitt, that downe she fell for paine.

The Knight her lightly reared up againe,

And comforted with curteous kind reliefe :

Then, wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine
The further processe of her hidden griefe:

The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd the chief.


Then gan the Pilgrim thus ; "I chaunst this day,
This fatall day, that shall I ever rew,

To see two Knights, in travell on my way,

(A sory sight,) arraung'd in batteill new,

Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:
My feareful flesh did tremble at their strife,

To see their blades so greedily imbrew,

That, dronke with blood, yet thristed 3 after life:
What more? the Redcrosse Knight was slain with Paynim


1 Croslet, small cross. 2 Red, perceived.

3 Thristed, thirsted.

XXXVII. 8.- The further processe of her hidden griefe.] A further account of that which called forth her hidden grief.

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"Ah! dearest Lord," quoth she, "how might that bee, And he the stoutest Knight, that ever wonne1?" "Ah! dearest Dame," quoth he, "how might I see The thing, that might not be, and yet was donne?" "Where is," said Satyrane," that Paynims sonne, That him of life, and us of ioy, hath refte?"

"Not far away," quoth he, "he hence doth wonne, Foreby 2 a fountaine, where I late him left [cleft." Washing his bloody wounds, that through the steele were


Therewith the Knight then marched forth in hast,
Whiles Una, with huge heavinesse opprest,
Could not for sorrow follow him so fast;
And soone he came, as he the place had ghest,
Whereas that Pagan proud himselfe did rest
In secret shadow by a fountaine side;

Even he it was, that earst 3 would have supprest
Faire Una; whom when Satyrane espide,
With foule reprochfull words he boldly him defide;

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And said; "Arise, thou cursed miscreaunt,

That hast with knightlesse guile, and trecherous train,
Faire knighthood fowly shamed, and doest vaunt
That good Knight of the Redcrosse to have slain :
Arise, and with like treason now maintain
Thy guilty wrong, or els thee guilty yield."
The Sarazin, this hearing, rose amain,

1 Wonne, lived.

2 Foreby, near to. 3 Earst, before.

XL. 5. That Pagan proud.] This was Sansloy, from whom Una had been rescued by the Satyrs. Ante, stanza VIII.

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