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« And thou, faire ymp, sprong out from English race, “ O holy sire,” quoth he, “how shall I quight How ever now accompted Elfins sonne,
The many favours I with thee have fownd, Well worthy doest thy service for her grace, That hast my name and nation redd aright, To aide a virgin desolate fordonne.
And taught the way that does to Heaven bownd!" But when thou famous victory hast wonne, This saide, adowne he looked to the grownd And high emongst all knights hast hong thy shield, To have returnd, but dazed were his eyne Thenceforth the suitt of earthly conquest shonne, Through passing brightnes, which did quite confound And wash thy hands from guilt of bloody field : His feeble sence, and too exceeding shyne. (vine! For blood can nought but sin, and wars but sor- $o darke are earthly thinges compard to thinges di
rows, yield. " Then seek this path that I to thee presage,
At last, whenas himself he gan to fynd, Which after all to Heaven shall thee send;
To Una back he cast him to retyre; Then peaceably thy painefull pilgrimage
Who him awaited still with pensive mynd. To yonder same Hierusalem doe hend,
Great thankes, and goodly meed, to that good syre Where is for thee ordaind a blessed end:
He thens departing gave for his paynes hyre. For thou emongst thuse saints, whom thou doest see,
So came to Una, who him ioyd to see; Shall be a saint, and one owne nations frend
And, after litle rest, gan him desyre And patrone : thou Saint George shalt called bee,
Of her adventure mindfull for to bee. Suint George of mery England, the signe of victoree.”
So leave they take of Cælia and her daughters three. “ Unworthy wretch," quoth he, "of so great grace, How dare I thinke such glory to attaine !" " These, that have it attaynd, were in like cace," Quoth he, “as wretched, and liv'd in like paine."
CANTO XI. “ But deeds of armes must I at last be faine And ladies love to leave, so dcarely bought ?"
The knight with that old dragon fights " What need of armes, where peace doth ay re
Two dayes incessantly: maine,"
The third, him overthrowes; and gayns Said be, “ and battailes none are to be fought?
Most glorious victory. As for loose loves, they' are vaine, and vanish into nought."
Hicu time now gan it wex for Una fayre * O let me not,” quoth he, “then turne againe
To thinke of those her captive parents deare,
Whereto whenas they now approched neare, 1' Or streightway on that last long voiage fare, With hartie wordes her knight she gan to cheare,
That nothing may my present hope empare." And in her modest manner thus bespake; " That may not be,” said he,“ ne maist thou yitt “ Deare knight, as deare as ever knight was deare, Forgoe that royal maides bequeathed care, That all these sorrowes suffer for my sake, (takc! Who did her cause into thy hand committ, High Heven behold the tedious toyle, ye for me Till from her cursed foe thou have her freely quitt.” “ Then shall I soone,” quoth he, “so God me grace, “ Now are we come unto my native soyle, Abett that virgins cause disconsolate,
And to the place where all our perilles dwell; And shortly back returne unto this place,
Here hauntes that feend, and does his daily spoyle; To walke this way in pilgrims poore estate.
Therefore henceforth bee at your keeping well, But now aread, old fa uer, why of late
And ever ready for your foeman fell: Didst thou behight me borne of English blood, The sparke of noble corage now awake, Whom all a Faeries sonne doen nominate?" And strive your excellent selfe to excell: “ That word shall I,” said he, “avouchen good, That shall ye evermore renowned make Sith to thee is unknowne the cradle of thy brood. Above all knights on Earth, that batteill undertake.” " For well I wote thou springst from ancient race
And pointing forth, “ Lo! yonder is,” said sle, Of Saxon kinges, that have with mightie hand,
“ The brasen towre, in which my parents deare And many bloody battailes fought in place,
For dread of that huge feend emprisond be;
Whom I from far see on the walles appeare,
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare :
And on the top of all I do espye There as thou slepst in tender swadling band,
The watchman wayting tydings glad to heare; And her base Elfin brood there for thee left : Such, men do chaungelings call, so chaung’d by Unto you bring, to ease you of your misery!"
That, O my parents, might I happily Faeries theft. L" Thence she thee brought into this Faery lond, With that they heard a roaring hideous sownd, And in an heaped furrow did thee hyde;
That all the ayre with terror filled wyde, Where thee a ploughman all unweeting fond, And seemd uneath to shake the stedfast ground, As he bis toylesome teme that way did guyde, Eftsoones that dreadful dragon they espyde, And brought thee up in ploughmans state to byde, Where stretcht he lay upon the sunny side Whereof Georgos he thee gave to name;
Of a great hill, himselfe like a great hill: Till prickt with courage, and thy forces pryde, But, all so soone as he from far descryde To Fary court thou cam'st to seek for fame, Those glistring armes that Heven with light did fill, And prove thy puissant armes, as seemes thee best He rousd himselfe full blyth, and hastned them unbecame.
Then badd the knight his lady yede aloof, But stinges and sharpest steele did far exceed
The sharpnesse of his cruel rending clawes:
Or what within his reach he ever drawes.
Wyde gaped, like the griesly mouth of Hell,
And, that more wondrous was, in either iaw Come gently; but not with that mightie rage, Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, Wherewith the martiall troupes thou doest infest, In which yett trickling blood, and gobbets raw, And hartes of great heroës doest enrage,
Of late devoured bodies did appeare;
A cloud of smoothering smoke, and sulphure seare, Thou doest awake, sleepe never he so sownd; Out of his stinking gorge forth steemed still, (fill. And scared nations doest with borror sterne astownd. That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did Payre goddesse, lay that furious fitt asyde, His blazing eyes, like two bright shining shieldes, Till I of warres and bloody Mars doe sing,
Did burne with wrath, and sparkled living fyre: And Bryton fieldes with Sarazin blood bedyde,
As two broad beacons, sett in open fieldes,
Send forth their flames far off to every shyre,
With fire and sword the region to invade;
So flam'd his eyne with rage and rancorous yre: And to my tunes thy second tenor rayse,
But far within, as in a hollow glade, [full shade. That I this man of God his godly armes may blaze. Those glaring lampes were sett, that made a dreadBy this, the dreadful beast drew nigh to hand,
So dreadfully he towardes him did pas, Halfe flying and halfe footing in his haste,
Forelifting up aloft his speckled brest,
And often bounding on the brused gras,
As for great ioyance of his new come guest.
Eftsoones be gan advance bis haughty crest;
As chauffed bore his bristles doth upreare ;
And shoke his scales to battaile ready drest,
(That made the Redcrosse knight nigh quake for Was swoln with wrath and poyson, and with bloody As bidding bold defyaunce to his foeman neare.
The knight gan fayrely couch his steady speare, And over all with brasen scales was armd,
And fiersely ran at him with rigorous might: Like plated cote of steele, so couched neare
The pointed steele, arriving rudely theare, That nought mote perce; ne might his corse be harmd His harder hyde would nether perce nor bight, With dint of swerd, nor push of pointed speare: But, glauncing by, foorth passed forward right: Which, as an eagle, seeing pray appeare,
Yet, sore amoved with so puissant push, His aery plumes doth rouze full rudely dight; The wrathfull beast about him turned light, So shaked he, that horror was to heare : For, as the clashing of an armor bright, [knight. With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground
And him so rudely, passing by, did brush Such noyse his rouzed scales did send unto the
did rush. His flaggy winges, when forth he did display,
Both horse and man up lightly rose againe, Were like two sayles, in which the hollow wynd
And fresh encounter towardes him addrest : Is gathered full, and worketh speedy way:
But th' ydle stroke yet backe recoyld in vaine, And eke the pennes, that did his pineons bynd,
And found no place his deadly point to rest. Were like mayne-yardes with flying canvas lynd; Exceeding rage enfam'd the furious beast, With which whenas him list the ayre to beat,
To be avenged of so great despight; And there by force unwonted passage fynd,
For never felt his imperceable brest The cloudes before him fledd for terror great,
So wondrous force from hand of living wight; And all the Heyeps stood still amazed with his threat. Yet had he prov'd the powre of many a puissant
knight. His huge long tayle, wownd up in hundred foldes, Then, with his waving wings displayed wyde, Does overspred bis long bras-scaly back,
Himselfe up high he lifted from the ground, Whose wreathed boughtes when ever he unfoldes, And with strong flight did forcibly divyde And thick-entangled knots adown does slack, The yielding ayre, which nigh too feeble found Bespotted as with shieldes of red and blacke, Her flitting parts, and element unsound, It sweepeth all the land behind him farre, To beare so great a weight: he, cutting way And of three furlongs does but litle lacke; With his broad sayles, about him soared round; And at the point two stinges infixed arre, [farre. At last, low stouping with unweldy sway, [away. Both deadly sharp, that sharpest stcele exceeden Snatcht up both horse and man, to beare them quite
Long he them bore above the subject plaine, Then, full of grief and anguish vehement,
He lowdly brayd, tbat like was never heard ;
Him all amazd, and almost made afeard :
The scorching flame sore swinged all his face, His wearie pounces all in vaine doth spend And through his armour all his body seard, To trusse the pray too heavy for his flight; [fight. That he could not endure so cruell cace, [lace. Which, comming down to ground, does free itselfe by But thought his armes to leave, and helmet to unHe so disseized of his gryping grosse,
Not that great champion of the antique world, The knight his thrillant speare again assayd Whom famous poetes verse so much doth vaunt, In his bras-plated body to embosse,
And hath for twelve huge labours high extold, And three mens strength unto the stroake he layd; So many furies and sharpe fits did haunt, Wherewith the stiffe beame quaked, as affrayd, When him the poysoned garment did enchaunt, And glauncing from his scaly necke did glyde With Centaures blood and bloody verses charmd ; Close under his left wing, then broad displayd: As did this knight twelve thousand dolours daunt, The percing steele there wrought a wound full wyde, Whom fyrie steele now burnt, that erst him armd; That with the úncouth smart the monster lowdly That erst him goodly armd, now most of all him cryde.
harmd. He cryde, as raging seas are wont to rore,
Faynt, wearie, sore, emboyled, grieved, brent, (fire, When wintry storme his wrathful wreck does threat; With heat, toyle, wounds, armes, smart, and inward The rolling billowes beate the ragged shore, That never man such mischiefes did torment; As they the Earth would shoulder from her seat; Death better were ; death did he oft desire; And greedy gulfe does gape, as he would eat
But death will never come, when needes require. His neighbour element in his revenge:
Whom so dismayd when that his foe beheld, Then gin the blustring brethren boldly threat He cast to suffer him no more respire, To move the world from off his stedfast henge, But gan bis sturdy sterne about to weld, [feld. And boystrous battaile make, each other to avenge. And him so strongly stroke, that to the ground him The steely head stuck fast still in his flesh,
It fortuned, (as fayre it then befell) Till with his cruell clawes be snatcht the wood,
Behind his backe, unweeting where he stood, And quite asunder broke: forth flowed fresh
Of auncient time there was a springing well, A gushing river of blacke gory blood,
From which fast trickled forth a silver flood, That drowned all the land whereon he stood;
Full of great vertues, and for med'cine good : The streame thereof would drive a water-mill:
Whylome, before that cursed dragon gut Trebly augmented was his furious mood
That bappy land, and all with innocent blood With bitter sence of his deepe rooted ill, (thrill
. Defyld those sacred waves
, it rightly hot That flames of fire he threw forth from his large nose
The Well of Life; ne yet his vertues had forgot: His hideous tayle then hurled be about,
For unto life the dead it could restore,
And guilt of sinfull crimes cleane wash away; Striving to loose the knott that fast him tyes,
Those, that with sicknesse were infected sore, Himselfe in streighter bandes too rash implyes,
It could recure; and aved long decay That to the ground he is perforce constraynd
Renew, as one were borne that very day. To throw his ryder; who can quickly ryse
Both Silo this, and lordan, did excell, From off the earth, with durty blood distaynd,
And th’English Bath, and eke the German Spau ; For that reprochfull fall right fowly he disdaynd;
Ne can Cephise, nor Hebrus, match this well:
Into the same the knight back overthrowen fell. And fercely tooke his trenchand blade in band, With which he stroke so furious and so fell,
Now gan the golden Phæbus for to steepe That nothing seemd the puissaunce could withstand: His fierie face in billowes of the west, Upon his crest the hardned yron fell;
And his faint steedes watred in ocean deepe, But his more bardned crest was armd so well,
Whiles from their journall labours they did rest; That deeper dint therein it would not make;
When that infernall monster, having kest
His wearie foe into that living well,
Can high advaunce his broad discoloured brest But, when he saw them come, he did them still Above his wonted pitch, with countenance fell, forsake.
And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did dwell. The knight was wroth to see bis stroke beguyld, Which when his pensive lady saw from farre, And smot againe with more outrageous might; Great woe and sorrow did her soule assay, But backe againe the sparcling steele recoyld, As weening that the sad end of the warre; And left not any marke where it did light,
And gan to highest God entirely pray As if in adamant rocke it had beene pight. That feared chaunce from her to turne away: The beast, impatient of his smarting wound With folded hands, and knees full lowly bent, And of so fierce and forcible despight,
All night she watcht; ne once adowne would lay Thought with his winges to stye above the ground; Her dainty limbs in her sad dreriment, But his late wounded wing unserviceable found. But praying still did wake, and waking did lament. The inorrow next gan earely to appeare,
Hart cannot thinke, what outrage and what cries, That Titan rose to rume his daily race;
With fowle enfou dred smoake and flashing fire, But earely, ere the inorrow next gan reare The hell-bred beast threw forth unto the skies, Out of the sea faire Titans deawy face,
That all was covered with darknesse dire: Up rose the gentle virgin from her place,
Then fraught with rancour, and engorged yre, And looked all about, if she might spy
He cast at once him to avenge for all;
With his uneven wings, did fiercely fall (all.
Ne wist yett, how his talaunts to unfold; Where he hath lefte his plumes all hory gray, Nor harder was from Cerberus greedy iaw And deckt himselfe with fethers youtbly gay, To plucke a bone, then from his cruell claw Like eyas hauke up mounts unto the skies, To reave by strength the griped gage away: His newly-budded pineons to assay,
Thríse be assayd it from his foote to draw, And marveiles at himselfe, stil as he flies: [rise. And thrise in vaine to draw it did assay; So new this new-borne knight to battell new did It booted nought to thinke to robbe him of his pray Whom when the damned feend so fresh bid spy, Tho, when he saw no power might prevaile, No wonder if he woudred at the sight,
His trusty sword he cald to his last aid, And doubted whether his late enimy
Wherewith he fiersly did his foe assaile, It were, or other new supplied knight.
And double blowes about him stoutly laid, He now, to prove his late-renewed might,
That glauncing fire out of the yron plaid ; High brandishing his bright draw-burning blade, As sparkles from the andvile use to fly, Upon his crested scalp so sore did smite,
When heavy hammers on the wedg are swaid; That to the scull a yawning wound it made: Therewith at last he forst him to unty The deadly dint his dulled sences all dismaid. One of his grasping feete, hiin to defend thereby. I wote not, whether the revenging steele
The other foote, fast fixed on his shield, Were hardned with that holy water dew
Whenas no strength nor stroks mote him constraine Wherein he fe'l; or sharper edge did feele; To loose, ne yet the warlike pledg to yield; Or his baptized hands now greater grew;
He smott thereat with all his might and maine, Or other secret vertue did ensew;
That nought so wondrous puissaunce might sustaine: Els never could the force of Aeshly arme,
Upon the ioint the lucky steele did light, Ne molten mettall, in his blood embrew:
And made sueh way, that hewd it quite in twaine; Por, till that stownd, could never wight him harme The paw yett missed not his min'sht might, By subtiity, nor slight, nor might, nor mighty But hong still on the shield, as it at first was pight. eharme.
For griefe thereof and divelish despight, The cruell wound enraged bim so sore,
From his infernall fournace fourth he threw That loud he yelled for exceeding paine ;
Huge flames, that dimmed all the Hevens light, As hundred ramping lions seemd to rore,
Enrold in duskish smoke and brimstone blew: Whom ravenous hunger did thereto constraine. As burning Aetna from his boyling stew Then gan he tosse aloft his stretched traine, Doth belch out fames, and rockes in peeces broke, And therewith scourge the buxome aire so sore, And ragged ribs of mountaines molten new, That to his force to yielden it was faine;
Enwrapt in coleblacke clowds and filthy smoke, Ne ought his sturdy strokes might stand afore, That al the land with stench, and Heven with horThat high trees overthrew, and rocks in peeces tore:
The same advauncing high above his head, The heate whereof, and harmefull pestilence,
Which he from hellish eutrailes did expire.
Whereof great vertues over all were redd: Wbich when in vainc he tryde with struggëling, for happy life to all which thereon fedd. Inflam'd with wrath, his raging blade he hefte, And life eke everlasting did befall : And strooke so strongly, that the knotty string Great God it planted in that blessed stedd Of his huge taile he quite asonder clefte; [lefte. With his almighty hand, and did it call Five joints thereof he hewd, and but the stump bim The Tree of Life, the crime of our first fathers fall.
In all the world like was not to be fownd,
So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath, Save in that soile, where all good things did grow, | That vanisht into smoke and cloudës swift; And freely sprong out of the fruitfull grownd, So downe he fell, that th' Earth him underneath As incorrupted Nature did them sow,
Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift; Till that dredd dragon all did overthrow.
So downe he fell, as an huge rocky clift, Another like faire tree eke grew thereby,
Whose false foundacion waves have washt away, Whereof whoso did eat, eftsoones did know With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift, Both good and ill: 0 mournfull memory! [to dy! And, rolling downe, great eptune doth dismay: That tree through one mans fault hath doen us all So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay. From that first tree forth flowd, as from a well, The knight himselfe even trembled at his fall, A trickling streame of balme, most soveraine So huge and horrible a masse it seemd ; And dainty deare, which on the ground still fell, And his deare lady, that beheld it all, And overflowed all the fertile plaine,
Durst not approch for dread which she misdeemd: As it had deawed bene with timely raine :
But yet at last, whenas the direfull feend Life and long health that gracious ointment gave; She saw not stirre, off-shaking vaine affright And deadly wounds could heale; and reare againe She nigher drew, and saw that ioyous end : The sencelesse corse appointed for the grave: Then God she praysd, and thankt her faithfull Into that same he fell; which did from death him knight,
That had atchievde so great a conquest by his might.
Fayre Una to to the Redcrosse knight
Betrouthed is with joy : The face of Earth and wayes of living wight,
Though false Duessa, it to barre, And high her burning torch set up in Heaven bright. Her false sleightes doe imploy, When gentle Una saw the second fall
BEHOLD I see the haven nigh at hand, Of her deare knight, wbo, weary of long fight To which I meane my wearie course to bend ; And faint through losse of blood, moov'd not at all, Vere the maine shete, and beare up with the land, But lay, as in a dreame of deepe delight,
The which afore is fayrly to be kend, Besmeard with pretious balme, whosevertuous might And seemeth safe from storms that may offend : Did heale his woundes, and scorching heat alay; There this fayre virgin wearie of her way Againe she stricken was with sore affright,
Must landed bee, now at her journeyes end; And for his safetie gan devoutly pray, [day. There eke my feeble barke a while may stay, And watch the noyo's night, and wait for ioyous Till mery wynd and weather call her thence away. The joyous day gan early to appeare;
Scarsely had Phæbus in the glooming east And fayre Aurora from the deawy bed
Yett harnessed his fyrie-footed teeme, Of aged Tithone gan berselfe to reare
Ne reard above the Earth his faming creast; With rosy cheekes, for shame as blushing red:
When the last deadly smoke aloft did steeme, Her golden locks, for hast, were loosely shed
That signe of last outbreathed life did seeme About her eares, when Una her did marke
Unto the watchman on the castle-wall, Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred,
Who thereby dead that balefull beast did deeme, From Heven high to chace the chearelesse darke; | And to his lord and lady lowd gan call, With mery note her lowd salutes the mountiug larke. To tell how he had seene the dragons fatall fall. Then freshly up arose the doughty knight,
Uprose with hasty ioy, and feeble speed, All healed of his hurts and woundës wide,
That aged syre, the lord of all that land, And did himselfe to battaile ready dight;
And looked forth, to weet if trew indeed Whose early foe awaiting him beside
Those tydinges were, as he did understand To have devourd, so soone as day he spyde, Which whenas trew by tryall he out fond, When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare, He badd to open wyde his brasen gate, As if late fight had nought him damnifyde, Which long time had beere shut, and out of hond He woxe dismaid, and gan his fate to feare;
Proclaymed ioy and peace throngh all his state; Nathlesse with wonted rage he him advaunced neare; For dead now was their foe, which them forrayed
And fast imprisoned in sieged fort.
From whose eternall bondage pow they were releast.