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Of doughty Knights, whom Fary land did raise,
That noble order hight1 of Maidenhed,
Forthwith to court of Gloriane I sped,
Of Gloriane, great queene of glory bright,
Whose kingdomes seat Cleopolis is red 2;
There to obtaine some such redoubted Knight,
That parents deare from tyrants powre deliver night.



"Yt was my chaunce (my chaunce was faire and good) There for to find a fresh unproved 3 Knight; Whose manly hands imbrewd in guilty blood Had never beene, ne ever by his might Had throwne to ground the unregarded right: Yet of his prowesse proofe he since hath made (I witnes am) in many a cruell fight;

The groning ghosts of many one dismaide Have felt the bitter dint of his avenging blade.



"And ye, the forlorne reliques of his powre,
His biting sword, and his devouring speare,
Which have endured many a dreadfull stowre,5
Can speake his prowesse, that did earst you beare,
And well could rule; now he hath left you heare
To be the record of his ruefull losse,
And of my dolefull disaventurous7 deare 8:

1 Hight, called.

2 Red, called.

3 Unproved, untried in battle.
4 Dint, stroke.

5 Stowre, peril.

• Earst, before.

7 Disaventurous, unhappy

8 Deare, misfortune.

XLVI. 7.- Cleopolis.] "Cleopolis, in the moral allegory, is the city of Glory; in the historical, the city of Queen Elizabeth.”— UPTON. XLVIII. 1. And ye, &c.] The arms of the knight were in the keeping of the dwarf, and Una turns and addresses herself to them.

O heavie record of the good Redcrosse,

Where have yee left your lord, that could so well you tosse?


"Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had,

That he my captive languor should redeeme:
Till all unweeting an Enchaunter bad


His sence abusd, and made him to misdeeme
My loyalty, not such as it did seeme,
That rather death desire then such despight.

Be iudge, ye heavens, that all things right esteeme,
How I him lov'd, and love with all my might!
So thought I eke of him, and think I thought aright.


"Thenceforth me desolate he quite forsooke,

To wander, where wilde Fortune would me lead,
And other bywaies he himselfe betooke,
Where never foote of living wight did tread,
That brought not backe the balefull body dead;
In which him chaunced false Duessa meete,
Mine onely foe, mine onely deadly dread;
Who with her witchcraft, and misseeming 3 sweete,
Inveigled him to follow her desires unmeete.


"At last, by subtile sleights she him betraid
Unto his foe, a Gyaunt huge and tall;
Who him disarmed, dissolute, dismaid,
Unwares surprised, and with mighty mall
The monster mercilesse him made to fall,

1 Unweeting, unknowing.

2 Mine onely foe, my greatest foe.

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3 Misseeming, deception.

4 Mall, blow.

XLIX. 4. His sence abusd, &c.] Una had learned these things from the dwarf. See stanza XXVI.



Whose fall did never foe before behold:

And now in darkesome dungeon, wretched thrall, Remédilesse, for aie he doth him hold: This is my cause of griefe, more great then may be told."


Ere she had ended all, she gan to faint:
But he her comforted, and faire bespake;

"Certes, Madame, ye have great cause of plaint,
That stoutest heart, I weene, could cause to quake.
But be of cheare, and comfort to you take;
For, till I have acquit,2 your captive Knight,
Assure your selfe, I will you not forsake."
His chearefull words reviv'd her chearelesse spright:
So forth they went, the Dwarfe them guiding ever right.

1 Then, than


Acquit, released.


Faire Virgin, to redeeme her deare,
Brings Arthure to the fight:

Who slayes the Gyaunt, wounds the Beast,
And strips Duessa quight.


Ay me, how many perils doe enfold

The righteous man, to make him daily fall,
Were not that heavenly grace doth him uphold,
And stedfast Truth acquite1 him out of all!
Her love is firme, her care continuall,

So oft as he, through his own foolish pride

Or weaknes, is to sinfull bands made thrall :

Els should this Redcrosse Knight in bands have dyde,

For whose deliverance she this Prince doth thether guyd.


They sadly traveild thus, untill they came
Nigh to a castle builded strong and hye:
Then cryde the Dwarfe, "Lo! yonder is the same,
In which my Lord, my Liege, doth lucklesse ly
Thrall to that Gyaunts hatefull tyranny:
Therefore, deare sir, your mightie powres assay."
The noble Knight alighted by and by
From loftie steed, and badd the Ladie stay,

To see what end of fight should him befall that day.

1 Acquite, deliver.


So with his Squire, th' admirer of his might,
He marched forth towardes that castle wall;
Whose gates he fownd fast shutt, ne living wight
To warde1 the same, nor answere commers call.
Then tooke that Squire an horne of bugle small,
Which hong adowne his side in twisted gold
And tasselles gay; wyde wonders over all
Of that same hornes great vertues weren told,
Which had approved bene in uses manifold.


Was never wight that heard that shrilling sownd,
But trembling feare did feel in every vaine:
Three miles it might be easy heard arownd,
And ecchoes three aunswer'd it selfe againe :
No faulse enchauntment, nor deceiptfull traine,
Might once abide the terror of that blast,
But presently was void and wholly vaine:
No gate so strong, no locke so firme and fast,
But with that percing noise flew open quite, or brast.


The same before the Geaunts gate he blew, That all the castle quaked from the grownd, And every dore of free-will open flew. The Gyaunt selfe dismaied with that sownd, Where he with his Duessa dalliaunce fownd, In hast came rushing forth from inner bowre, With staring countenance sterne, as one astownd, And staggering steps, to weet 3 what suddein stowre 4 Had wrought that horror strange, and dar'd his dreaded


1 Warde, guard.
2 Brust, burst.

3 Weet, learn.

Stowre, danger.

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