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“ Ah, dame," quoth he, “ thou temptest me in vaine | All these together in one heape were throwne, To dare the thing, which daily yet I rew;

Like carkases of beastes in butchers stall. And the old cause of my continued paine

And, in another corner, wide were strowne With like attempt to like end to renew.

The antique ruins of the Romanes fall : Is not enough, that, thrust from Heayen dew, Great Romulus, the grandsyre of them all; Here endlesse penaunce for one fault I pay; Proud Tarquin; and too lord'y Lentulus; But that redoubled crime with vengeaunce new Stout Scipio; and stubborne Hanniball; Thou biddest me to eeke? can Night defray Ambitious Sylla; and sterne Marius; The wrath of thundring love, that rules both Night High Caesar; great Pompey; and fiers Antonius.

and Day?“ Not so," quoth she; “but, sith that Heavens king Proud wemen, vaine, forgetfull of their yoke:

Amongst these mightie men were wemen mixt, From hope of Heaven hath thee excluded quight,

The bold Semiramis, whose sides transfixt Why fearest thou, that canst not hope for thing;

With sonnes own blade her fowle reproches spoke: And fearest not that more thee hurten might,

Fayre Sthenobea, that her selfe did choke Now in the powre of everlasting Night?

With wilfull chord, for wanting of her will; Goe to then, O thou far renowmed sonne

High-minded Cleopatra, that with stroke Of great Apollo, shew thy famous might

Of aspës sting her selfe did stoutly kill: [fill. In medieine, that els hath to thee wonne (donne.” | And thousands moe the like, that did that dongeon Great pains, and greater praise, both never to be

Besides the endlesse routes of wretched thralles, Her words prevaild: and then the learned leach His cunning hand gan to bis wounds to lay,

Which thether were assembled, day by day, And all things els, the which his art did teach :

From all the world, after their wofull falles Which having seene, from thence arose away

Through wicked pride and wasted welthes decay. The mother of dredd darknesse, and let stay

But most, of all which in that dongeon lay, Aveugles sonne there in the leaches cure;

Fell from high princes courtes, or ladies bowres; And, backe retourning, took her wonted way

Where they in ydle pomp, or wanton play, To ronne her timely race, whilst Phoebus pure

Consumed had their goods and thriftlesse howres, In westerne waves his weary wagon did recure.

And lastly thrown themselves into these heavy

stowres. The false Duessa, leaving noyous Night, Returnd to stately pallace of dame Pryde :

Whose case whenas the careful dwarfe had tould, Where when she came, she found the Faery knight into his maister; he no lenger would

And made ensample of their mournfull sight Departed thence; albee (his woundës wyde Not throughly heald) unready were to ryde.

There dwell in perill of like pa nefull plight, Good cause he had to hasten thence away ;

But earely rose; and, ere that dawning light For on a day his wary dwarfe had spyde

Discovered had the world to Heaven wyde, Where, in a dungeon deepe, huge nombers lay

He by a privy posterne tooke his flight, Of caytive wretched thralls, that wayled night and That of no envious eyes he mote be spyde: day;

For, doubtlesse, death ensewd if any him descryde. (A ruefall sight as could be seene with eie ;)

Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way, Of whom he learned had in secret wise

For many corses, like a great lay-stall, The bidden canse of their captivitie;

Of murdred men, which therein strowed lay How mortgaging their lives to Covetise,

Without remorse or decent funerall; [fall,
Through wastfull pride and wanton riotise, Which, al through that great princesse Pryde, did
They were by law of that proud tyrannesse, And came to shamefuli end: and them besyde,
Provokt with Wrath and Envyes false surmise, Forth ryding underneath the castell wall,
Condemned to that dongeon mercilesse, [nesse. A dongbill of dead carcases he sprde;
Where they should live in wo, and dye in wretched - The dreadfull spectacle of that sad House of Pryde.
There was that great proud king of Babylon,
That would compell all nations to adore
And bim, as onely God, to call upon;

CANTO VI.
Till, through celestiall doome thrown out of dore,
Into an oxe he was transformd of yore.
There also was king Croesus, that enhaunst

From lawlesse lust by wondrous grace
His hart too high through his great richesse store;

Fayre Una is releast : And proud Antiochus, the which advaunst

Whom salvage nation does adore,

And learnes her wise beheast. His cursed hand gainst God, and on his altares daunst. And, them long time before, great Nimrod was, As when a ship, that flyes fayre under sayle, That first the world with sword and fire warrayd; An hidden rocke escaped hath unwares, And after him old Ninus far did pas

That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile; In princely pomp, of all the world obayd.

The mariner yet halfe amazed stares There also was that mightie monarch layd At perill past, and yet in doubt ne dares Low under all, yet above all in pride,

To joy at his foolhappie oversight: That name of native syre did fowle upbrayd, So doubly is distre t twixt ioy and cares And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide; (dide. The dreadlesse corage of this Eltin knight, Till, scornd of God and man, a shamefull death he | Ilaving escapt so sad ensamples in his sight.

Yet sad he was, that his too hastie speed

The wyld wood gods, arrived in the place, The fayre Duess' had forst him leave behind; There find the virgin, doolfull, desolate, And yet more sad, that Una, bis deare dreed, With ruffler rayments, and fayre blubbred face, Her truth had staynd with treason so unkind; As her outrageous foe had left her late; Yet cryme in her could never creature find: And trembling yet through feare of former hate : But for bis love, and for her own selfe sake, All stand amazed at so úncouth sight, She wandred had from one to other Ynd,

And gin to pittie her unhappie state ; Hin for to seeke, ne ever would forsake;

All stand astonied at her beautie bright, Till her unvares the fiers Sans'oy did overtake: In their rude eyes unworthy of so wofull plight. Who, after Archimagoes fowle defeat,

She, more amazd, in donble dread doth dwell; Led her away into a forest wilde ;

And every tender part for feare does shake. And, turning wrathfull fyre to lustfull heat, As when a greedy wolfe, through honger fell, With beastly sin thought her to bave defilde,

A seely lamb far from the flock does take, And made the vassall of his pleasures vilde.

Of whom he ineanes his bloody feast to make, Yet first he cast by treatie, and by traynes, A lyon spyes fast running towards him, Her to persuade that stubborne fort to yilde: The innocent pray in hast he does forsake; For greater conquest of hard love he gaynes, Which, quitt from death, yet quakes in every lim That workes it to his will, then he that it constraines. With chaunge of feare, to see the lyon looke so

grim. With fawning wordes he courted her a while; Such fearefull fitt assaid her trembling bart; And, looking lovely and oft sighing sore,

Ne word to speake, ne joynt to move, she had : Her constant bart did tempt with diverse guile:

The salvage nation feele her secret smart, But wordes, and lookes, and sighes she did abiore;

And read her sorrow in her count'nance sad; As rock of diamond stedfast evermore.

Their frowniny forheads, with rough hornes yclad Yet, for to feed bis fyrie lustfull eye,

And rustick horror, all asyde doe lay; He snatcht the vele that hong her face before:

And, gently grenning, shew a semblance glad Then gan her beautie shyne as brightest skye, To comfort her; and, feare to put away, [obay. And burnt his beastly hart t’enforce her chastitye. Their backward-bent knees teach her humbly to So when he saw bis flatt'ring artes to fayle, The doubtfull damzell dare not yet committ And subtile engines bett from batteree;

Her single person to their barbarous truth; With greedy force he gan the fort assayle,

But still twixt feare and hope amazd does sitt, Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee,

Late learnd what harme to hasty trust ensu'th: And win rich spoile of ransackt chastitee.

They, in compassion of her tender youth Ah Heavens! that Joe this hideous act behold, And wonder of her beautie soverayne, And heavenly virgin thus outraged see,

Are wonne with pitty and unwonted ruth; How can ye vengeance iust so long withhold, And, all prostiáte upon the lowly playne, And hurle not flashing fames upon that Paynim Doe kisse her feete, and fawne on her with bold?

count'nance fayne. The pitteous mayden, carefull, comfortlesse,

Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise,

And yieldes her to extremitie of time: Does throw out thrilling shriekes, and shrieking eryes,

Se from the ground she fearelesse doth arise, (The last va'ne helpe of wemens greated stresse) And with loud plaintes importuneth the skyes;

And walketh forth without suspect of crime: That molten starres doc drop like weeping eyes ;

They, all as glad as b rdes of joyous pryme, And Phæhus, Aving so most shameful sight,

Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round, His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes,

Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme; And hydes for shame. What witt of mortall wight And, with greene braunches strowing all the ground, Can now devise to quitt a thrall from such a plight?

Do worship her as queene with olive girlond cround.

And all the way their merry pipes they sound, Eternall Providence, exceeding thought,

That all the woods with doubled eccho ring; Where none appeares can make her selfe a way!

And wi' h their horned feet doe weare the ground, A wondrous way it for this lady wrought,

Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring. From lyons clawes to pluck the gryped pray.

So towards old Sylvanus they her bring; Her shrill outeryes and sbrieks so loud did bray,

Who, with the norse anaked, commeth out That all the woodes and forestes did resownd:

To weet the cause, his weake steps governing A tro pe of Faunes and Satyres. far away

And aged limbs on cypresse stadle stout; Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd,

And with an yvie twyne his waste is girt about. Whiles old Sylvanus slept in shady arber sownd:

Far off he wonders what them makes so glad, Who, when they heard that pitteous strained voice, Or Bacchus merry fruit they did invent, In haste forsook - their rurall meriment,

Or Cybeles franticke rites have made them mad: And ran towardes the far rebownded noyce, Thev, drawing nigh, unto their god pres nt To weet what w ght so loudly did lament.

That flowre of fayth and beautie excellent: Unto the place they come incontinent :

The god himselfe, vewing that mirrhour rare, Whom whip the raging Sarazin espyde,

Stood 'ong amazd, and burnt in his intent: A rude, mishapen, monstrous rablement,

it's oune fayre Drvope now he thinkes not faire, Whose like he never saw, he durst not byde; And Pbolvë fowle, when her to this he doth comBut got his ready steed, and fast away gan ryde. paire.

The wood-borne people fall before her flat, So long in secret cabin there he held
And worship her as goddesse of the wood; Her captive to his st suall desyre;
And old Sylvanus selfe bethinkes not, what Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld,
To thinke of wight so fayre; but gazing stood And bore a boy unto that salvage syre:
In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly brood : Then home he suffred her for to retyre;
Sometimes dame Venus selfe he seemes to see; Por ransome leaving him the late-borne childe:
But Venus never had so sober mood :

Whom, till to ryper years he gan aspyre,
Sometimes Diana he her takes to be ;

He nousled up in life and maners wilde, [exilde. But misseth bow and shaftes, and buskins to her knee. Emongst wild beastes and woods, from lawes of men By vew of her he ginneth to revive

For all he taught the tender ymp, was but His ancient love, and dearest Cyparisse;

To banish cowardize and bastard feare: And calles to mind his pourtraiture alive,

His trembling hand he would him force to put How fayre he was, and yet not fayre to this; Upon the lyon and the rugged beare; And how he slew with glauncing dart amisse And from the she-beares teats her whelps to teare; A gentle hynd, the which the lovely boy

And eke wyld roring buls he would him make Did love as life, above all worldly blisse:

To tame, and ryde their backes not made to beare; For griefe whereof the lad n'ould after ioy; And the robuckes in flight to overtake: But pynd away in anguish and selfewild annoy. That everie beast for feare of him did fly and quake. The wooddy nymphes, faire Hamadryades,

Thereby so fearelesse and so fell he grew, Her to behold do thether runne apace;

That his owne syre and maister of his guise And all the troupe of light-foot Naiades

Did often tremble at his horrid vew; Flocke all about to see her lovely face:

And oft, for dread of hurt, would him advise But, when they vewed have her heavenly grace,

The angry beastes not rashly to despise, They envy her in their malitious mind,

Nor too much to provoke ; for he would learne And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace:

The lyon stoup to him in lowly wise, But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind. [find. (A lesson hard) and make the libbard sterne And henceforth nothing faire, but her, on Tarth they Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did earne. Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky mayd Did her content to please their feeble eyes;

And, for to make his powre approved more, Avd long time with that salvage people stayd,

Wyld beastes in yron yokes he would compell; To gather breath in many miseryes.

The spotted panther, and the tusked bore, During which time her gentle wit she plyes,

The pardale swift, and the tigré cruell,
To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine, And them constraine in equall teme to draw.

The antelope and wolfe, both fiers and fell;
And made her th' image of idolatryes:
But, when their bootlesse zeale she did restrayne

Such ioy he had their stubborne harts to quell, From her own worship, they her asse would wor

And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw; ship fayn.

That his beheast they feared, as a tyrans law. It fortuned, a noble warlike knight

His loving mother came upon a day By iust occasion to that forrest came

Unto the woodes, to see her little sonne; To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right And chaunst unwares to meet him in the way, From whence be tooke his wel-deserved name: After his sportes and cruell pastime donne; He had in armes abroad wonde muchell fame, When after him a lyonesse did runne, And fild far landes with glorie of his might; That roaring all with rage did lowd requere Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame, Her children deare, whom he away had wonne: And ever lov'd to fight for ladies right:

The lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare, But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight. And lull in rugged armes withouten childish feare. A satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld,

The fearefull dame all quaked at the sight, By straunge adventure as it did betyde,

And turning backe gan fast to fly away; And there begotten of a lady myld,

Untill, with love revokt from vaine affright, Fayre Thyamis the daughter of Labryde;

She hardly yet perswaded was to stay, That was in sacred bandes of wedlocke tyde And then to him these womanish words gan say: To Therion, a loose unruly swayne,

“Ah, Satyrane, my dearling and my ioy, Who had more joy to raunge the forrest wyde,

For love of me leave off this dreadfull play: And chase the salvage beast with busie payne,

To dally thus with death is no fit toy:

[boy.” Then serve his ladies love, and waste in pleasures Go, find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet vayne.

In these and like delightes of bloody game The forlorne mayd did with loves longing burne, He trayned was, till ryper years he raught; And could not lacke her lovers company;

And there abode, whylst any beast of name But to the wood she goes, to serve her turne,

Walkt in that forrest, whom he had not taught And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly To feare his force: and then bis courage haught And followes other game and venery:

Desyrd of forreine foemen to be knowne, A Satyre chaupst her wandring for to finde;

And far abroad for straunge adventures sought; And, kindling coles of lust in brutish eye,

In which his might was never overthrowne; The loyall linkes of wedlocke did unbinde, But through al Faery lond his famous worth was And made her person thrall unto his beastly kind. blown.

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Yet evermore it was his manner faire,

That cruell word her tender hart so thrild, After long labours and adventures spent,

That suddein cold did ronne through every vaine, Unto those native woods for to repaire,

And stony horrour all her sences fild To see his syre and ofspring auncient.

With dying fitt, that downe she fell for paine. And now he thether came for like intent;

The knight her lightly reared up againe, Where he unwares the fairest Una found,

And comforted with curteous kind reliefe: Straunge ladly, in so straunge habiliment,

Then, wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around, [dound. The further processe of her hidden griefe: (chief. Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did re- The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd the He wondred at her wisedome hevenly rare, Then gan the pilgrím thus; “ I chaunst this day, Whose like in womens witt he never knew; This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, And, when her curteous deeds he did compare, To see two knights, in travell on my way, Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew, (A sory sight) arraung'd in batteill new, Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw, Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew: And ord to make proofe of her cruelty

My feareful flesh did tremble at their strife,
On gentle dame, so hurtlesse and so trew: To see their blades so greedily imbrew,
Thenceforth he kept her goodly company, That, dronke with blood, yet thristed after life:
And learnd her disc pline of faith and verity. What more? the Redcrosse knight was slain with

Paynim knife."
But she, all vowd unto the Redcrosse knight,
His wandring perill closely did lament,

“ Ah! dearest lord,” quoth she, “bow might that Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight; And he the stoutest knight, that ever wonne?” [bee, But her deare heart with anguish did torment, “Ab! dearest dame,” quoth he, “how might I see And all her witt in secret counsels spent,

The thing, that might not be, and yet was donne?" How to escape. At last in privy wise

“ Where is,” said Satyrane, “that Paypims sonne, To Satyrane she shewed her intent;

That him of life, and us of ioy, hath refte?" Who, glad to gain such favour, gan devise, (arise. “Not far away," quoth he, “ he hence doth wonne, How with that pensive maid he best might thence Foreby a fountaine, where Ilate bim left [were cleft."

Washing his bloody wounds, that through the stcele. So on a day, when Satyrcs all were gone To do their servige to Sylvanus old,

Therewith the knight then marched forth in hast, The gentle virgin, left behinde alone,

Whiles Una, with huge heavinesse opprest, He led away with corage stout and bold.

Could not for sorrow follow him so fast; Too late it was to Satyres to be told,

And soone he came, as be the place had ghest, Or ever hope recover her againe;

Whereas that Pagan proud himselfe did rest In vaine he seekes that, having, cannot hold. In secret shadow by a fountaine side; So fast he carr ed her with carefull paine, (plaine. Even he it was, that earst would have supprest That they the woods are past, and come now to the Faire Uva; whom when Satyrane espide,

With foule reprochful words he boldly him defide; The better part now of the lingring day They traveild had, whenas they far espide And said, “ Arise, thou cursed miscreaunt, (train, A weary wight forwandring by the way;

That hast with knightlesse guile, and trecherous And towards him they gan in hast to ride, Faire knighthood fowly shamed, and doest vaunt To weete of newes that did abroad betyde, That good knight of the Redcrosse to have slain: Or tidings of her knight of the Redcrosse

Arise, and with like treason now maintain But he, them spying, gan to turne aside 1

Thy guilty wrong, or els thee guilty yield.” For feare, as seemd, or for some feigned losse : The Sarazin, this hearing, rose amain, More greedly they of newes fast towards him do And, catching up in hast his three-square shield

And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the field; A silly man, in simple weeds forworne,

And, drawing nigh him, said ; “Ah! misborn Elfe, And soild with dust of the long dried way;

In evi!l houre thy foes thee hither sent His sandales were with toilsome travell torne, Anothers wrongs to wreak upon thy selfe: And face all tand with scorching sunny ray, Yet ill thou blamest me, for having blent As he had traveild many a soinmers day

My name with guile and traiterous intent: Through boyling sands of Arabie and Ynde; That Redcrosse knight, perdie, I never slew; And in his hand a lacobs staffe, to stay

But had he beene, where earst his armes were lent, His weary limbs upon; and eke behind [bind. Th'enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew: His scrip did hang, in which bis needments he did But thou his errour shalt, I hope, now proven trew.” The knight, approching nigh, of him inquerd Therewith they gan, both furious and fell, Tidings of warre, and of adventures new;

To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile But warres, nor new adventures, none he herd. Each other, bent his enimy to quell; Then Una gan to ajke, if ought he knew

That with their force they perst both plate and maile, Or he ard abroad of that her champion trew, And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile, That in his armour baré a croslet red. [rew That it would pitty any living eie: “ Ay me! deare dame," quoth he, “ well may ! Large foods of blood adowne their sides did raile; To tell the sad sight which mine eies have red; [ded.” But floods of blood could not them satisfie: These eies did see that knight both living and eke Both hongred after death ; both chose to win, or die.

crosse.

SOWn.

So long they fight, and full revenge pursue,

Who when, returning from the drery Night, That, fainting, each theinselves to breathen lett; She found not in that perilous Hous of Pryde, And, ofte refreshed, battell oft renue.

Where she had left the noble redcrosse knight, As when two bores, with rancling malice mett, Her hoped pray; she would no lenger byde, Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely frett; But forth she went to seeke him far and wide. Til breathlesse both themselves aside retire, Ere long she fownd, whereas he wearie sate Where, foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they whett, To rest bim selfe, foreby a fountaine syde, And trample th' earth, the whiles they may respire; Disarmed all of yron-coted plate; Then backe to fight againe, new breathed and entire. And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate. So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once, Hee feedes upon the cooling shade, and bayes They gan to fight retourne; increasing more His sweatie forehead in the breathing wynd, Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce, Which through the trembling leaves full gently With heaped strokes more hugely then before; Wherein the chearefull birds of sundry kynd (playes, That with their drery wounds, and bloody gore,

Doe chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mynd: They both deformed, scarse'y could bee kuown. The witch approching gan him fayrely greet, By this, sad Una fraught with anguish sore, And with reproch of carelesnes nokynd Led with their noise which through the aire was Upbrayd, for leaving her in place unmeet, thrown, ,

With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with Arriv'd, wher they in erth their fruitles blood had

hony sweet.

Unkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat, Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin

And bathe in pleasaunce of the joyous shade, Espide, he gan revive the memory

Whicb shielded them against the boyling heat, Of his leud lusts, and late attempted sin ;

And, with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade, And lefte the doubtfull battel hastily,

About the fountaine like a girlond made; To catch her, newly offred to his eie :

Whose bubbling wave did ever freshly well, But Satyrane, with strokes him turning, staid, Ne ever would throngh fervent sommer fade: And sternely bad him other business plie

The sacred nymph, which therein wont to dwell, Then bunt the steps of pure unspotted maid : Was out of Dianes favor, as it then befell. Wherewith he al enrag'd these bitter speaches said;

The cause was this: one day, when Phæbe fayre "O foolish Faeries sonne, what fury mad

With all her band was following the chace, Hath thee incenst to hast thy dolefull fate? This nymph, quite tyr'd with beat of scorching ayre, Were it not better I that lady had

Satt downe to rest in middest of the race: Then that thou hadst repented it too late?

The goddesse wroth gan fowly her disgrace, Most sencelesse man he, that himselfe doth hate And badd the waters, wbich from her did flow, To love another: lo then, for thine ayd,

Be such as she her selfe was then in place. Here take thy lovers token on thy pate.”

Thenceforth her waters wexed dull and slow; [grow. So they to fight; the whiles the royall mayd And all, that drinke thereof, do faint and feeble Fledd farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd.

Hereof this gentle knight unweeting was; But that false pilgrim, which that leasing told, And, lying downe upon the sandie graile, Being in deed old Archimage, did stay

Dronke of the streame, as cleare as christall glas: In secret shadow all this to behold;

Eftsoones his manly forces gan to fayle, And much reioyced in their bloody fray:

And mightie strong was turnd to feeble frayle. But, when he saw the damsell passe away,

His chaunged powres at first themselves not felt; He left his stond, and her pursewd apace,

Till crudled cold bis corage gan assayle, In hope to bring her to her last decay.

And cheareful blood in fayntnes chill did melt, But for to tell her lamentable cace,

Which, like a fever fit, through all his bodie swelt. And eke this battels end, will need another place.

Yet gooilly court he made still to his dame,
Pourd out in loosnesse on the grassy grownd,

Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame:
CANTO VII.

Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd,

Which through the wood loud bellowing did rebound, The Redcrosse knight is captive made That all the Earth for terror scend to shake, By gyaunt proud opprest :

And trees did tremble. Th’ Elfe, therewith astownd, Prince Arthure meets with Una great- Upstarted lightly from his looser make, ly with those newes distrest.

And his unready weapons gan in hand to take.
What man so wise, what earthly witt so ware, But ere he could his armour on him dight,
As to discry the crafty cunning traine,

Or gett his shield, his monstrous enimy
By ubich Deceipt doth maske in visour faire, With sturdie steps came stalking in his sight,
And cast her coulours died deepe in graine, And hideous geaunt, horrible and hye,
To seeine like Truth, whose shape she well can faine, That with his tallnesse seemd to threat the skye;
And fitting gestures to her purpose frame,

The ground eke groned under him for dreed:
The guiltlesse man with guile to entertaine? His living like saw never living eye,
Great maistresse of her art was that false dame, Ne durst behold; his stature did exceed
The false Duessa, cloked with Fidessaes name. The hight of three the tallest sonnes of mortall seed.

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