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Of doughty Knights, whom Fary land did raise,
"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,
1 Hight, called.
2 Red, called.
3 Unproved, untried in battle.
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:
His sence abusd, and made him to misdeeme
Be iudge, ye heavens, that all things right esteeme,
"Thenceforth me desolate he quite forsooke,
To wander, where wilde Fortune would me lead,
"At last, by subtile sleights she him betraid
1 Unweeting, unknowing.
2 Mine onely foe, my greatest foe.
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:
"Certes, Madame, ye have great cause of plaint,
1 Then, than
Faire Virgin, to redeeme her deare,
Who slayes the Gyaunt, wounds the Beast,
Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
The righteous man, to make him daily fall,
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
To see what end of fight should him befall that day.
1 Acquite, deliver.
So with his Squire, th' admirer of his might,
Was never wight that heard that shrilling sownd,
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.
3 Weet, learn.