The Faerie Queene E-Book

Edmund Spenser

• Herausgeber: Phoemixx Classics Ebooks
• Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

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The Faerie Queene Edmund Spenser - This remarkable poem, dedicated to Queen Elizabeth I, was Spenser's finest achievement. The first epic poem in modern English, The Faerie Queene combines dramatic narratives of chivalrous adventure with exquisite and picturesque episodes of pageantry. At the same time, Spenser is expounding a deeply felt allegory of the eternal struggle between Truth and Error....

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Edmund Spenser

The Faerie Queene

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BOOK 1

The Legende Of The Knight Of The Red Crosse, Or Of Holinesse

LO I the man, whose Muse whilome did maske,    As time her taught, in lowly Shepheards weeds,    Am now enforst a far vnfitter taske,    For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,    And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;    Whose prayses hauing slept in silence long,    Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds    To blazon broad emongst her learned throng:Fierce warres and faithfull loues shall moralize my song.

Helpe then, ô holy Virgin chiefe of nine,    Thy weaker Nouice to performe thy will,    Lay forth out of thine euerlasting scryne    The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still,    Of Faerie knights and fairest Tanaquill,    Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long    Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill,That I must rue his vndeserued wrong:O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong.

And thou most dreaded impe of highest Ioue,    Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart    At that good knight so cunningly didst roue,    That glorious fire it kindled in his hart,    Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,    And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde:    Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,    In loues and gentle iollities arrayd,After his murdrous spoiles and bloudy rage allayd.

And with them eke, O Goddesse heauenly bright,    Mirrour of grace and Maiestie diuine,    Great Lady of the greatest Isle, whose light    Like Phoebus lampe throughout the world doth shine,    Shed thy faire beames into my feeble eyne,    And raise my thoughts too humble and too vile,    To thinke of that true glorious type of thine,    The argument of mine afflicted stile:The which to heare, vouchsafe, O dearest dred a-while.

Canto 1

The Patron of true Holinesse,Foule Errour doth defeate:Hypocrisie him to entrappe,Doth to his home entreate.

A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,    Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde,    Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,    The cruell markes of many' a bloudy fielde;    Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield:    His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,    As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:    Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.

But on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,    The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,    For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,    And dead as liuing euer him ador'd:    Vpon his shield the like was also scor'd,    For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had:    Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,    But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.

Vpon a great aduenture he was bond,    That greatest Gloriana to him gaue,    That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond,    To winne him worship, and her grace to haue,    Which of all earthly things he most did craue;    And euer as he rode, his hart did earne    To proue his puissance in battell braue    Vpon his foe, and his new force to learne;Vpon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.

A louely Ladie rode him faire beside,    Vpon a lowly Asse more white then snow,    Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide    Vnder a vele, that wimpled was full low,    And ouer all a blacke stole she did throw,    As one that inly mournd: so was she sad,    And heauie sat vpon her palfrey slow:    Seemed in heart some hidden care she had,And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad.

So pure and innocent, as that same lambe,    She was in life and euery vertuous lore,    And by descent from Royall lynage came    Of ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yore    Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,    And all the world in their subiection held;    Till that infernall feend with foule vprore    Forwasted all their land, and them expeld:Whom to auenge, she had this Knight from far cõpeld.

Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag,    That lasie seemd in being euer last,    Or wearied with bearing of her bag    Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past,    The day with cloudes was suddeine ouercast,    And angry Ioue an hideous storme of raine    Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast,    That euery wight to shrowd it did constrain,And this faire couple eke to shroud thẽselues were fain.

Enforst to seeke some couert nigh at hand,    A shadie groue not far away they spide,    That promist ayde the tempest to withstand:    Whose loftie trees yclad with sommers pride,    Did spred so broad, that heauens light did hide,    Not perceable with power of any starre:    And all within were pathes and alleies wide,    With footing worne, and leading inward farre:Faire harbour that them seemes; so in they entred arre.

And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led,    Ioying to heare the birdes sweete harmony,    Which therein shrouded from the tempest dred,    Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky.    Much can they prayse the trees so straight and hy,    The sayling Pine, the Cedar proud and tall,    The vine-prop Elme, the Poplar neuer dry,    The builder Oake, sole king of forrests all,The Aspine good for staues, the Cypresse funerall.

The Laurell, meed of mightie Conquerours    And Poets sage, the Firre that weepeth still,    The Willow worne of forlorne Paramours,    The Eugh obedient to the benders will,    The Birch for shaftes, the Sallow for the mill,    The Mirrhe sweete bleeding in the bitter wound,    The warlike Beech, the Ash for nothing ill,    The fruitfull Oliue, and the Platane round,The caruer Holme, the Maple seeldom inward sound.

Led with delight, they thus beguile the way,    Vntill the blustring storme is ouerblowne;    When weening to returne, whence they did stray,    They cannot finde that path, which first was showne,    But wander too and fro in wayes vnknowne,    Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene,    That makes them doubt, their wits be not their owne:    So many pathes, so many turnings seene,That which of them to take, in diuerse doubt they been.

At last resoluing forward still to fare,    Till that some end they finde or in or out,    That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare,    And like to lead the labyrinth about;    Which when by tract they hunted had throughout,    At length it brought them to a hollow caue,    Amid the thickest woods. The Champion stout    Eftsoones dismounted from his courser braue,And to the Dwarfe a while his needlesse spere he gaue.

Be well aware, quoth then that Ladie milde,    Least suddaine mischiefe ye too rash prouoke:    The danger hid, the place vnknowne and wilde,    Breedes dreadfull doubts: Oft fire is without smoke,    And perill without show: therefore your stroke    Sir knight with-hold, till further triall made.    Ah Ladie (said he) shame were to reuoke    The forward footing for an hidden shade:Vertue giues her selfe light, through darkenesse for to wade.

Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place    I better wot then you, though now too late    To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace,    Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate,    To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate.    This is the wandring wood, this Errours den,    A monster vile, whom God and man does hate:    Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth thenThe fearefull Dwarfe:) this is no place for liuing men.

But full of fire and greedy hardiment,    The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide,    But forth vnto the darksome hole he went,    And looked in: his glistring armor made    A litle glooming light, much like a shade,    By which he saw the vgly monster plaine,    Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide,    But th'other halfe did womans shape retaine,Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.

And as she lay vpon the durtie ground,    Her huge long taile her den all ouerspred,    Yet was in knots and many boughtes vpwound,    Pointed with mortall sting. Of her there bred    A thousand yong ones, which she dayly fed,    Sucking vpon her poisonous dugs, each one    Of sundry shapes, yet all ill fauored:    Soone as that vncouth light vpon them shone,Into her mouth they crept, and suddain all were gone.

Their dam vpstart, out of her den effraide,    And rushed forth, hurling her hideous taile    About her cursed head, whose folds displaid    Were stretcht now forth at length without entraile.    She lookt about, and seeing one in mayle    Armed to point, sought backe to turne againe;    For light she hated as the deadly bale,    Ay wont in desert darknesse to remaine,Where plaine none might her see, nor she see any plaine.

Which when the valiant Elfe perceiu'd, he lept    As Lyon fierce vpon the flying pray,    And with his trenchand blade her boldly kept    From turning backe, and forced her to stay:    Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray,    And turning fierce, her speckled taile aduaunst,    Threatning her angry sting, him to dismay:    Who nought aghast, his mightie hand enhaunst:The stroke down frõ her head vnto her shoulder glaunst.

Much daunted with that dint, her sence was dazd,    Yet kindling rage, her selfe she gathered round,    And all attonce her beastly body raizd    With doubled forces high aboue the ground:    Tho wrapping vp her wrethed sterne arownd,    Lept fierce vpon his shield, and her huge traine    All suddenly about his body wound,    That hand or foot to stirre he stroue in vaine:God helpe the man so wrapt in Errours endlesse traine.

His Lady sad to see his sore constraint,    Cride out, Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee,    Add faith vnto your force, and be not faint:    Strangle her, else she sure will strangle thee.    That when he heard, in great perplexitie,    His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine,    And knitting all his force got one hand free,    Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine,That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.

Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw    A floud of poyson horrible and blacke,    Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw,    Which stunck so vildly, that it forst him slacke    His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe:    Her vomit full of bookes and papers was,    With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,    And creeping sought way in the weedy gras:Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.

As when old father Nilus gins to swell    With timely pride aboue the Aegyptian vale,    His fattie waues do fertile slime outwell,    And ouerflow each plaine and lowly dale:    But when his later spring gins to auale,    Huge heapes of mudd he leaues, wherein there breed    Ten thousand kindes of creatures, partly male    And partly female of his fruitfull seed;Such vgly monstrous shapes elswhere may no man reed.

The same so sore annoyed has the knight,    That welnigh choked with the deadly stinke,    His forces faile, ne can no longer fight.    Whose corage when the feend perceiu'd to shrinke,    She poured forth out of her hellish sinke    Her fruitfull cursed spawne of serpents small,    Deformed monsters, fowle, and blacke as inke,    Which swarming all about his legs did crall,And him encombred sore, but could not hurt at all.

As gentle Shepheard in sweete euen-tide,    When ruddy Phoebus gins to welke in west,    High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,    Markes which do byte their hasty supper best;    A cloud of combrous gnattes do him molest,    All striuing to infixe their feeble stings,    That from their noyance he no where can rest,    But with his clownish hands their tender wingsHe brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.

Thus ill bestedd, and fearefull more of shame,    Then of the certaine perill he stood in,    Halfe furious vnto his foe he came,    Resolv'd in minde all suddenly to win,    Or soone to lose, before he once would lin;    And strooke at her with more then manly force,    That from her body full of filthie sin    He raft her hatefull head without remorse;A streame of cole black bloud forth gushed frõ her corse.

Her scattred brood, soone as their Parent deare    They saw so rudely falling to the ground,    Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,    Gathred themselues about her body round,    Weening their wonted entrance to haue found    At her wide mouth: but being there withstood    They flocked all about her bleeding wound,    And sucked vp their dying mothers blood,Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good.

That detestable sight him much amazde,    To see th'vnkindly Impes of heauen accurst,    Deuoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,    Hauing all satisfide their bloudy thurst,    Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst,    And bowels gushing forth: well worthy end    Of such as drunke her life, the which them nurst;    Now needeth him no lenger labour spend,His foes haue slaine themselues, with whom he should contend.

His Ladie seeing all, that chaunst, from farre    Approcht in hast to greet his victorie,    And said, Faire knight, borne vnder happy starre,    Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye:    Well worthy be you of that Armorie,    Wherein ye haue great glory wonne this day,    And proou'd your strength on a strong enimie,    Your first aduenture: many such I pray,And henceforth euer wish, that like succeed it may.

Then mounted he vpon his Steede againe,    And with the Lady backward sought to wend;    That path he kept, which beaten was most plaine,    Ne euer would to any by-way bend,    But still did follow one vnto the end,    The which at last out of the wood them brought.    So forward on his way (with God to frend)    He passed forth, and new aduenture sought;Long way he trauelled, before he heard of ought.

At length they chaunst to meet vpon the way    An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad,    His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray,    And by his belt his booke he hanging had;    Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,    And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,    Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,    And all the way he prayed, as he went,And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.

He faire the knight saluted, louting low,    Who faire him quited, as that courteous was:    And after asked him, if he did know    Of straunge aduentures, which abroad did pas.    Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas,    Silly old man, that liues in hidden cell,    Bidding his beades all day for his trespas,    Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell?With holy father sits not with such things to mell.

But if of daunger which hereby doth dwell,    And homebred euill ye desire to heare,    Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell,    That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare.    Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere,    And shall you well reward to shew the place,    In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare:    For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,That such a cursed creature liues so long a space.

Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernesse    His dwelling is, by which no liuing wight    May euer passe, but thorough great distresse.    Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,    And well I wote, that of your later fight    Ye all forwearied be: for what so strong,    But wanting rest will also want of might?    The Sunne that measures heauen all day long,At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean waues emong.

Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,    And with new day new worke at once begin:    Vntroubled night they say giues counsell best.    Right well Sir knight ye haue aduised bin,    (Quoth then that aged man;) the way to win    Is wisely to aduise: now day is spent;    Therefore with me ye may take vp your In    For this same night. The knight was well content:So with that godly father to his home they went.

A little lowly Hermitage it was,    Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side,    Far from resort of people, that did pas    In trauell to and froe: a little wyde    There was an holy Chappell edifyde,    Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to say    His holy things each morne and euentyde:    Thereby a Christall streame did gently play,Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.

Arriued there, the little house they fill,    Ne looke for entertainement, where none was:    Rest is their feast, and all things at their will;    The noblest mind the best contentment has.    With faire discourse the euening so they pas:    For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,    And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas;    He told of Saintes and Popes, and euermoreHe strowd an Aue-Mary after and before.

The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast,    And the sad humour loading their eye liddes,    As messenger of Morpheus on them cast    Sweet slõbring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.    Vnto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes:    Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,    He to his study goes, and there amiddes    His Magick bookes and artes of sundry kindes,He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes

Then choosing out few wordes most horrible,    (Let none them read) thereof did verses frame,    With which and other spelles like terrible,    He bad awake blacke Plutoes griesly Dame,    And cursed heauen, and spake reprochfull shame    Of highest God, the Lord of life and light;    A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name    Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night,At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight.

And forth he cald out of deepe darknesse dred    Legions of Sprights, the which like little flyes    Fluttring about his euer damned hed,    A-waite whereto their seruice he applyes,    To aide his friends, or fray his enimies:    Of those he chose out two, the falsest twoo,    And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes;    The one of them he gaue a message too,The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo.

He making speedy way through spersed ayre,    And through the world of waters wide and deepe,    To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire.    Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,    And low, where dawning day doth neuer peepe,    His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed    Doth euer wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe    In siluer deaw his euer-drouping hed,Whiles sad Night ouer him her mãtle black doth spred

Whose double gates he findeth locked fast,    The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yuory,    The other all with siluer ouercast;    And wakefull dogges before them farre do lye,    Watching to banish Care their enimy,    Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe.    By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly,    And vnto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepeIn drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.

And more, to lulle him in his slumber soft,    A trickling streame from high rocke tumbling downe    And euer-drizling raine vpon the loft,    Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne    Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne:    No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes,    As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne,    Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes,Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enemyes.

The messenger approching to him spake,    But his wast wordes returnd to him in vaine:    So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake.    Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with paine,    Whereat he gan to stretch: but he againe    Shooke him so hard, that forced him to speake.    As one then in a dreame, whose dryer braine    Is tost with troubled sights and fancies weake,He mumbled soft, but would not all his silence breake.

The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake,    And threatned vnto him the dreaded name    Of Hecate: whereat he gan to quake,    And lifting vp his lompish head, with blame    Halfe angry asked him, for what he came.    Hither (quoth he) me Archimago sent,    He that the stubborne Sprites can wisely tame,    He bids thee to him send for his intentA fit false dreame, that can delude the sleepers sent.

The God obayde, and calling forth straight way    A diuerse dreame out of his prison darke,    Deliuered it to him, and downe did lay    His heauie head, deuoide of carefull carke,    Whose sences all were straight benumbd and starke.    He backe returning by the Yuorie dore,    Remounted vp as light as chearefull Larke,    And on his litle winges the dreame he boreIn hast vnto his Lord, where he him left afore.

Who all this while with charmes and hidden artes,    Had made a Lady of that other Spright,    And fram'd of liquid ayre her tender partes    So liuely, and so like in all mens sight,    That weaker sence it could haue rauisht quight:    The maker selfe for all his wondrous witt,    Was nigh beguiled with so goodly sight:    Her all in white he clad, and ouer itCast a blacke stole, most like to seeme for Vna fit.

Now when that ydle dreame was to him brought,    Vnto that Elfin knight he bad him fly,    Where he slept soundly void of euill thought,    And with false shewes abuse his fantasy,    In sort as he him schooled priuily:    And that new creature borne without her dew,    Full of the makers guile, with vsage sly    He taught to imitate that Lady trew,Whose semblance she did carrie vnder feigned hew.

Thus well instructed, to their worke they hast,    And comming where the knight in slomber lay,    The one vpon his hardy head him plast,    And made him dreame of loues and lustfull play,    That nigh his manly hart did melt away,    Bathed in wanton blis and wicked ioy:    Then seemed him his Lady by him lay,    And to him playnd, how that false winged boy,Her chast hart had subdewd, to learne Dame pleasures toy.

And she her selfe of beautie soueraigne Queene,    Faire Venus seemde vnto his bed to bring    Her, whom he waking euermore did weene,    To be the chastest flowre, that ay did spring    On earthly braunch, the daughter of a king,    Now a loose Leman to vile seruice bound:    And eke the Graces seemed all to sing,Hymen iô Hymen, dauncing all around,Whilst freshest Flora her with Yuie girlond crownd.

In this great passion of vnwonted lust,    Or wonted feare of doing ought amis,    He started vp, as seeming to mistrust,    Some secret ill, or hidden foe of his:    Lo there before his face his Lady is,    Vnder blake stole hyding her bayted hooke,    And as halfe blushing offred him to kis,    With gentle blandishment and louely looke,Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.

All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight,    And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,    He thought haue slaine her in his fierce despight:    But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise,    He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe aduise    To proue his sense, and tempt her faigned truth.    Wringing her hands in wemens pitteous wise,    Tho can she weepe, to stirre vp gentle ruth,Both for her noble bloud, and for her tender youth.

And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my loue,    Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate,    And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue,    Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate,    For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?    Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die.    Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched state    You, whom my hard auenging destinieHath made iudge of my life or death indifferently.

Your owne deare sake forst me at first to leaue    My Fathers kingdome,--There she stopt with teares;    Her swollen hart her speach seemd to bereaue,    And then againe begun, My weaker yeares    Captiu'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares,    Fly to your faith for succour and sure ayde:    Let me not dye in languor and long teares.    Why Dame (quoth he) what hath ye thus dismayd?What frayes ye, that were wont to comfort me affrayd?

Loue of your selfe, she said, and deare constraint    Lets me not sleepe, but wast the wearie night    In secret anguish and vnpittied plaint,    Whiles you in carelesse sleepe are drowned quight.    Her doubtfull words made that redoubted knight    Suspect her truth: yet since no' vntruth he knew,    Her fawning loue with foule disdainefull spight    He would not shend, but said, Deare dame I rew,That for my sake vnknowne such griefe vnto you grew.

Assure your selfe, it fell not all to ground;    For all so deare as life is to my hart,    I deeme your loue, and hold me to you bound;    Ne let vaine feares procure your needlesse smart,    Where cause is none, but to your rest depart.    Not all content, yet seemd she to appease    Her mournefull plaintes, beguiled of her art,    And fed with words, that could not chuse but please,So slyding softly forth, she turnd as to her ease.

Long after lay he musing at her mood,    Much grieu'd to thinke that gentle Dame so light,    For whose defence he was to shed his blood.    At last dull wearinesse of former fight    Hauing yrockt a sleepe his irkesome spright,    That troublous dreame gan freshly tosse his braine,    With bowres, and beds, and Ladies deare delight:    But when he saw his labour all was vaine,With that misformed spright he backe returnd againe.

Canto 2

The guilefull great Enchaunter partsThe Redcrosse Knight from Truth:Into whose stead faire falshood steps,And workes him wofull ruth.

BY this the Northerne wagoner had set    His seuenfold teme behind the stedfast starre,    That was in Ocean waues yet neuer wet,    But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre    To all, that in the wide deepe wandring arre:    And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill    Had warned once, that Phoebus fiery carre    In hast was climbing vp the Easterne hill,Full enuious that night so long his roome did fill.

When those accursed messengers of hell,    That feigning dreame, and that faire-forged Spright    Came to their wicked maister, and gan tell    Their bootelesse paines, and ill succeeding night:    Who all in rage to see his skilfull might    Deluded so, gan threaten hellish paine    And sad Proserpines wrath, them to affright.    But when he saw his threatning was but vaine,He cast about, and searcht his balefull bookes againe.

Eftsoones he tooke that miscreated faire,    And that false other Spright, on whom he spred    A seeming body of the subtile aire,    Like a young Squire, in loues and lusty-hed    His wanton dayes that euer loosely led,    Without regard of armes and dreaded fight:    Those two he tooke, and in a secret bed,    Couered with darknesse and misdeeming night,Them both together laid, to ioy in vaine delight.

Forthwith he runnes with feigned faithfull hast    Vnto his guest, who after troublous sights    And dreames, gan now to take more sound repast,    Whom suddenly he wakes with fearefull frights,    As one aghast with feends or damned sprights,    And to him cals, Rise rise vnhappy Swaine,    That here wex old in sleepe, whiles wicked wights    Haue knit themselues in Venus shamefull chaine;Come see, where your false Lady doth her honour staine.

All in amaze he suddenly vp start    With sword in hand, and with the old man went;    Who soone him brought into a secret part,    Where that false couple were full closely ment    In wanton lust and lewd embracement:    Which when he saw, he burnt with gealous fire,    The eye of reason was with rage yblent,    And would haue slaine them in his furious ire,But hardly was restreined of that aged sire.

Returning to his bed in torment great,    And bitter anguish of his guiltie sight,    He could not rest, but did his stout heart eat,    And wast his inward gall with deepe despight,    Yrkesome of life, and too long lingring night.    At last faire Hesperus in highest skie    Had spent his lampe, and brought forth dawning light,    Then vp he rose, and clad him hastily;The Dwarfe him brought his steed: so both away do fly.

Now when the rosy-fingred Morning faire,    Weary of aged Tithones saffron bed,    Had spred her purple robe through deawy aire,    And the high hils Titan discouered,    The royall virgin shooke off drowsy-hed,    And rising forth out of her baser bowre,    Lookt for her knight, who far away was fled,    And for her Dwarfe, that wont to wait each houre;Then gan she waile and weepe, to see that woefull stowre.

And after him she rode with so much speede    As her slow beast could make; but all in vaine:    For him so far had borne his light-foot steede,    Pricked with wrath and fiery fierce disdaine,    That him to follow was but fruitlesse paine;    Yet she her weary limbes would neuer rest,    But euery hill and dale, each wood and plaine    Did search, sore grieued in her gentle brest,He so vngently left her, whom she loued best.

But subtill Archimago, when his guests    He saw diuided into double parts,    And Vna wandring in woods and forrests,    Th'end of his drift, he praisd his diuelish arts,    That had such might ouer true meaning harts;    Yet rests not so, but other meanes doth make,    How he may worke vnto her further smarts:    For her he hated as the hissing snake,And in her many troubles did most pleasure take.

He then deuisde himselfe how to disguise;    For by his mightie science he could take    As many formes and shapes in seeming wise,    As euer Proteus to himselfe could make:    Sometime a fowle, sometime a fish in lake,    Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell,    That of himselfe he oft for feare would quake,    And oft would flie away. O who can tellThe hidden power of herbes, and might of Magicke spell?

But now seemde best, the person to put on    Of that good knight, his late beguiled guest:    In mighty armes he was yclad anon,    And siluer shield vpon his coward brest    A bloudy crosse, and on his crauen crest    A bounch of haires discolourd diuersly:    Full iolly knight he seemde, and well addrest,    And when he sate vpon his courser free,Saint George himself ye would haue deemed him to be.

But he the knight, whose semblaunt he did beare,    The true Saint George was wandred far away,    Still flying from his thoughts and gealous feare;    Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray.    At last him chaunst to meete vpon the way    A faithlesse Sarazin all arm'd to point,    In whose great shield was writ with letters gaySans foy: full large of limbe and euery iointHe was, and cared not for God or man a point.

He had a faire companion of his way,    A goodly Lady clad in scarlot red,    Purfled with gold and pearle of rich assay,    And like a Persian mitre on her hed    She wore, with crownes and owches garnished,    The which her lauish louers to her gaue;    Her wanton palfrey all was ouerspred    With tinsell trappings, wouen like a waue,Whose bridle rung with golden bels and bosses braue.

With faire disport and courting dalliaunce    She intertainde her louer all the way:    But when she saw the knight his speare aduaunce,    She soone left off her mirth and wanton play,    And bad her knight addresse him to the fray:    His foe was nigh at hand. He prickt with pride    And hope to winne his Ladies heart that day,    Forth spurred fast: adowne his coursers sideThe red bloud trickling staind the way, as he did ride.

The knight of the Redcrosse when him he spide,    Spurring so hote with rage dispiteous,    Gan fairely couch his speare, and towards ride:    Soone meete they both, both fell and furious,    That daunted with their forces hideous,    Their steeds do stagger, and amazed stand,    And eke themselues too rudely rigorous,    Astonied with the stroke of their owne hand,Do backe rebut, and each to other yeeldeth land.

As when two rams stird with ambitious pride,    Fight for the rule of the rich fleeced flocke,    Their horned fronts so fierce on either side    Do meete, that with the terrour of the shocke    Astonied both, stand sencelesse as a blocke,    Forgetfull of the hanging victory:    So stood these twaine, vnmoued as a rocke,    Both staring fierce, and holding idelyThe broken reliques of their former cruelty.

The Sarazin sore daunted with the buffe    Snatcheth his sword, and fiercely to him flies;    Who well it wards, and quyteth cuff with cuff:    Each others equall puissaunce enuies,    And through their iron sides with cruell spies    Does seeke to perce: repining courage yields    No foote to foe. The flashing fier flies    As from a forge out of their burning shields,And streames of purple bloud new dies the verdant fields.

Curse on that Crosse (quoth then the Sarazin)    That keepes thy body from the bitter fit;    Dead long ygoe I wote thou haddest bin,    Had not that charme from thee forwarned it:    But yet I warne thee now assured sitt,    And hide thy head. Therewith vpon his crest    With rigour so outrageous he smitt,    That a large share it hewd out of the rest,And glauncing downe his shield, from blame him fairely blest.

Who thereat wondrous wroth, the sleeping spark    Of natiue vertue gan eftsoones reuiue,    And at his haughtie helmet making mark,    So hugely stroke, that it the steele did riue,    And cleft his head. He tumbling downe aliue,    With bloudy mouth his mother earth did kis,    Greeting his graue: his grudging ghost did striue    With the fraile flesh; at last it flitted is,Whither the soules do fly of men, that liue amis.

The Lady when she saw her champion fall,    Like the old ruines of a broken towre,    Staid not to waile his woefull funerall,    But from him fled away with all her powre;    Who after her as hastily gan scowre,    Bidding the Dwarfe with him to bring away    The Sarazins shield, signe of the conqueroure.    Her soone he ouertooke, and bad to stay,For present cause was none of dread her to dismay.

She turning backe with ruefull countenaunce,    Cride, Mercy mercy Sir vouchsafe to show    On silly Dame, subiect to hard mischaunce,    And to your mighty will. Her humblesse low    In so ritch weedes and seeming glorious show,    Did much emmoue his stout hero¨icke heart,    And said, Deare dame, your suddein ouerthrow    Much rueth me; but now put feare apart,And tell, both who ye be, and who that tooke your part.

Melting in teares, then gan she thus lament;    The wretched woman, whom vnhappy howre    Hath now made thrall to your commandement,    Before that angry heauens list to lowre,    And fortune false betraide me to your powre,    Was, (O what now auaileth that I was!)    Borne the sole daughter of an Emperour,    He that the wide West vnder his rule has,And high hath set his throne, where Tiberis doth pas.

He in the first flowre of my freshest age,    Betrothed me vnto the onely haire    Of a most mighty king, most rich and sage;    Was neuer Prince so faithfull and so faire,    Was neuer Prince so meeke and debonaire;    But ere my hoped day of spousall shone,    My dearest Lord fell from high honours staire,    Into the hands of his accursed fone,And cruelly was slaine, that shall I euer mone.

His blessed body spoild of liuely breath,    Was afterward, I know not how, conuaid    And fro me hid: of whose most innocent death    When tidings came to me vnhappy maid,    O how great sorrow my sad soule assaid.    Then forth I went his woefull corse to find,    And many yeares throughout the world I straid,    A virgin widow, whose deepe wounded mindWith loue, long time did languish as the striken hind.

At last it chaunced this proud Sarazin    To meete me wandring, who perforce me led    With him away, but yet could neuer win    The Fort, that Ladies hold in soueraigne dread.    There lies he now with foule dishonour dead,    Who whiles he liu'de, was called proud Sans foy,    The eldest of three brethren, all three bred    Of one bad sire, whose youngest is Sans ioy,And twixt them both was borne the bloudy bold Sans loy.

In this sad plight, friendlesse, vnfortunate,    Now miserable I Fidessa dwell,    Crauing of you in pitty of my state,    To do none ill, if please ye not do well.    He in great passion all this while did dwell,    More busying his quicke eyes, her face to view,    Then his dull eares, to heare what she did tell;    And said, Faire Lady hart of flint would rewThe vndeserued woes and sorrowes, which ye shew.

Henceforth in safe assuraunce may ye rest,    Hauing both found a new friend you to aid,    And lost an old foe, that did you molest:    Better new friend then an old foe is said.    With chaunge of cheare the seeming simple maid    Let fall her eyen, as shamefast to the earth,    And yeelding soft, in that she nought gain-said,    So forth they rode, he feining seemely merth,And she coy lookes: so dainty they say maketh derth.

Long time they thus together traueiled,    Till weary of their way, they came at last,    Where grew two goodly trees, that faire did spred    Their armes abroad, with gray mosse ouercast,    And their greene leaues trembling with euery blast,    Made a calme shadow far in compasse round:    The fearefull Shepheard often there aghast    Vnder them neuer sat, ne wont there soundHis mery oaten pipe, but shund th'vnlucky ground.

But this good knight soone as he them can spie,    For the coole shade him thither hastly got:    For golden Phoebus now ymounted hie,    From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot    Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot,    That liuing creature mote it not abide;    And his new Lady it endured not.    There they alight, in hope themselues to hideFrom the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs a tide.

Faire seemely pleasaunce each to other makes,    With goodly purposes there as they sit:    And in his falsed fancy he her takes    To be the fairest wight, that liued yit;    Which to expresse, he bends his gentle wit,    And thinking of those braunches greene to frame    A girlond for her dainty forehead fit,    He pluckt a bough; out of whose rift there cameSmall drops of gory bloud, that trickled downe the same.

Therewith a piteous yelling voyce was heard,    Crying, O spare with guilty hands to teare    My tender sides in this rough rynd embard,    But fly, ah fly far hence away, for feare    Least to you hap, that happened to me heare,    And to this wretched Lady, my deare loue,    O too deare loue, loue bought with death too deare.    Astond he stood, and vp his haire did houe,And with that suddein horror could no member moue.

At last whenas the dreadfull passion    Was ouerpast, and manhood well awake,    Yet musing at the straunge occasion,    And doubting much his sence, he thus bespake;    What voyce of damned Ghost from Limbo lake,    Or guilefull spright wandring in empty aire,    Both which fraile men do oftentimes mistake,    Sends to my doubtfull eares these speaches rare,And ruefull plaints, me bidding guiltlesse bloud to spare?

Then groning deepe, Nor damned Ghost, (quoth he,)    Nor guilefull sprite, to thee these wordes doth speake,    But once a man Fradubio, now a tree,    Wretched man, wretched tree; whose nature weake,    A cruell witch her cursed will to wreake,    Hath thus transformd, and plast in open plaines,    Where Boreas doth blow full bitter bleake,    And scorching Sunne does dry my secret vaines:For though a tree I seeme, yet cold and heat me paines.

Say on Fradubio then, or man, or tree,    Quoth then the knight, by whose mischieuous arts    Art thou misshaped thus, as now I see?    He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts;    But double griefs afflict concealing harts,    As raging flames who striueth to suppresse.    The author then (said he) of all my smarts,    Is one Duessa a false sorceresse,That many errãt knights hath brought to wretchednesse.

In prime of youthly yeares, when corage hot    The fire of loue and ioy of cheualree    First kindled in my brest, it was my lot    To loue this gentle Lady, whom ye see,    Now not a Lady, but a seeming tree;    With whom as once I rode accompanyde,    Me chaunced of a knight encountred bee,    That had a like faire Lady by his syde,Like a faire Lady, but did fowle Duessa hyde.

Whose forged beauty he did take in hand,    All other Dames to haue exceeded farre;    I in defence of mine did likewise stand,    Mine, that did then shine as the Morning starre:    So both to battell fierce arraunged arre,    In which his harder fortune was to fall    Vnder my speare: such is the dye of warre:    His Lady left as a prise martiall,Did yield her comely person, to be at my call.

So doubly lou'd of Ladies vnlike faire,    Th'one seeming such, the other such indeede,    One day in doubt I cast for to compare,    Whether in beauties glorie did exceede;    A Rosy girlond was the victors meede:    Both seemde to win, and both seemde won to bee,    So hard the discord was to be agreede.Frælissa was as faire, as faire mote bee,And euer false Duessa seemde as faire as shee.

The wicked witch now seeing all this while    The doubtfull ballaunce equally to sway,    What not by right, she cast to win by guile,    And by her hellish science raisd streightway    A foggy mist, that ouercast the day,    And a dull blast, that breathing on her face,    Dimmed her former beauties shining ray,    And with foule vgly forme did her disgrace:Then was she faire alone, when none was faire in place.

Then cride she out, Fye, fye, deformed wight,    Whose borrowed beautie now appeareth plaine    To haue before bewitched all mens sight;    O leaue her soone, or let her soone be slaine.    Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine,    Eftsoones I thought her such, as she me told,    And would haue kild her; but with faigned paine,    The false witch did my wrathfull hand with-hold;So left her, where she now is turnd to treen mould.

Thensforth I tooke Duessa for my Dame,    And in the witch vnweeting ioyd long time,    Ne euer wist, but that she was the same,    Till on a day (that day is euery Prime,    When Witches wont do penance for their crime)    I chaunst to see her in her proper hew,    Bathing her selfe in origane and thyme:    A filthy foule old woman I did vew,That euer to haue toucht her, I did deadly rew.

Her neather partes misshapen, monstruous,    Were hidd in water, that I could not see,    But they did seeme more foule and hideous,    Then womans shape man would beleeue to bee.    Thensforth from her most beastly companie    I gan refraine, in minde to slip away,    Soone as appeard safe opportunitie:    For danger great, if not assur'd decayI saw before mine eyes, if I were knowne to stray.

The diuelish hag by chaunges of my cheare    Perceiu'd my thought, and drownd in sleepie night,    With wicked herbes and ointments did besmeare    My bodie all, through charmes and magicke might,    That all my senses were bereaued quight:    Then brought she me into this desert waste,    And by my wretched louers side me pight,    Where now enclosd in wooden wals full faste,Banisht from liuing wights, our wearie dayes we waste.

But how long time, said then the Elfin knight,    Are you in this misformed house to dwell?    We may not chaunge (quoth he) this euil plight,    Till we be bathed in a liuing well;    That is the terme prescribed by the spell.    O how, said he, mote I that well out find,    That may restore you to your wonted well?    Time and suffised fates to former kyndShall vs restore, none else from hence may vs vnbynd.

The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,    Heard how in vaine Fradubio did lament,    And knew well all was true. But the good knight    Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,    When all this speech the liuing tree had spent,    The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,    That from the bloud he might be innocent,    And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound:Then turning to his Lady, dead with feare her found.

Her seeming dead he found with feigned feare,    As all vnweeting of that well she knew,    And paynd himselfe with busie care to reare    Her out of carelesse swowne. Her eylids blew    And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew    At last she vp gan lift: with trembling cheare    Her vp he tooke, too simple and too trew,And oft her kist. At length all passed feare,He set her on her steede, and forward forth did beare.

Canto 3

Forsaken Truth long seekes her loue,And makes the Lyon mylde,Marres blind Deuotions mart, and falsIn hand of leachour vylde.

NOught there vnder heau'ns wilde hollownesse,   That moues more deare compassion of mind,   Then beautie brought t'vnworthy wretchednesse   Through enuies snares or fortunes freakes vnkind:   I, whether lately through her brightnesse blind,   Or through alleageance and fast fealtie,   Which I do owe vnto all woman kind,   Feele my heart perst with so great agonie,When such I see, that all for pittie I could die.

And now it is empassioned so deepe,   For fairest Vnaes sake, of whom I sing,  That my fraile eyes these lines with teares do steepe,To thinke how she through guilefull handeling,   Though true as touch, though daughter of a king,   Though faire as euer liuing wight was faire,   Though nor in word nor deede ill meriting,   Is from her knight diuorced in despaireAnd her due loues deriu'd to that vile witches share.

Yet she most faithfull Ladie all this while   Forsaken, wofull, solitarie mayd   Farre from all peoples prease, as in exile,   In wildernesse and wastfull deserts strayd,   To seeke her knight; who subtilly betrayd   Through that late vision, which th'Enchaunter wrought,   Had her abandond. She of nought affrayd,   Through woods and wastnesse wide him daily sought;Yet wished tydings none of him vnto her brought.

One day nigh wearie of the yrkesome way,   From her vnhastie beast she did alight,   And on the grasse her daintie limbes did lay   In secret shadow, farre from all mens sight:   From her faire head her fillet she vndight,   And laid her stole aside. Her angels face   As the great eye of heauen shyned bright,   And made a sunshine in the shadie place;Did neuer mortall eye behold such heauenly grace.

It fortuned out of the thickest wood   A ramping Lyon rushed suddainly,   Hunting full greedie after saluage blood;   Soone as the royall virgin he did spy,   With gaping mouth at her ran greedily,   To haue attonce deuour'd her tender corse:   But to the pray when as he drew more ny,   His bloudie rage asswaged with remorse,And with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse.

In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet,   And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong,   As he her wronged innocence did weet.   O how can beautie maister the most strong,   And simple truth subdue auenging wrong?   Whose yeelded pride and proud submission,   Still dreading death, when she had marked long,   Her hart gan melt in great compassion,And drizling teares did shed for pure affection.

The Lyon Lord of euerie beast in field,   Quoth she, his princely puissance doth abate,   And mightie proud to humble weake does yield,   Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late   Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate:   But he my Lyon, and my noble Lord,   How does he find in cruell hart to hate   Her that him lou'd, and euer most adord,As the God of my life? why hath he me abhord?

Redounding teares did choke th'end of her plaint,   Which softly ecchoed from the neighbour wood;   And sad to see her sorrowfull constraint   The kingly beast vpon her gazing stood;   With pittie calmd, downe fell his angry mood.   At last in close hart shutting vp her paine,   Arose the virgin borne of heauenly brood,   And to her snowy Palfrey got againe,To seeke her strayed Champion, if she might attaine.

The Lyon would not leaue her desolate,   But with her went along, as a strong gard   Of her chast person, and a faithfull mate   Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard:   Still when she slept, he kept both watch and ward,   And when she wakt, he waited diligent,   With humble seruice to her will prepard:   From her faire eyes he tooke commaundement,And euer by her lookes conceiued her intent.

Long she thus traueiled through deserts wyde,   By which she thought her wandring knight shold pas,   Yet neuer shew of liuing wight espyde;   Till that at length she found the troden gras,   In which the tract of peoples footing was,   Vnder the steepe foot of a mountaine hore;   The same she followes, till at last she has   A damzell spyde slow footing her before,That on her shoulders sad a pot of water bore.

To whom approching she to her gan call,   To weet, if dwelling place were nigh at hand;   But the rude wench her answer'd nought at all,   She could not heare, nor speake, nor vnderstand;   Till seeing by her side the Lyon stand,   With suddaine feare her pitcher downe she threw,   And fled away: for neuer in that land   Face of faire Ladie she before did vew,And that dread Lyons looke her cast in deadly hew.

Full fast she fled, ne euer lookt behynd,   As if her life vpon the wager lay,   And home she came, whereas her mother blynd   Sate in eternall night: nought could she say,   But suddaine catching hold, did her dismay   With quaking hands, and other signs of feare:   Who full of ghastly fright and cold affray,   Gan shut the dore. By this arriued thereDame Vna, wearie Dame, and entrance did requere.

Which when none yeelded, her vnruly Page   With his rude clawes the wicket open rent,   And let her in; where of his cruell rage   Nigh dead with feare, and faint astonishment,   She found them both in darkesome corner pent;   Where that old woman day and night did pray   Vpon her beades deuoutly penitent;   Nine hundred Pater nosters euery day,And thrise nine hundred Aues she was wont to say.

And to augment her painefull pennance more,   Thrise euery weeke in ashes she did sit,   And next her wrinkled skin rough sackcloth wore,   And thrise three times did fast from any bit:   But now for feare her beads she did forget.   Whose needlesse dread for to remoue away,   Faire Vna framed words and count'nance fit:   Which hardly doen, at length she gan them pray,That in their cotage small, that night she rest her may.

The day is spent, and commeth drowsie night,   When euery creature shrowded is in sleepe;   Sad Vna downe her laies in wearie plight,   And at her feet the Lyon watch doth keepe:   In stead of rest, she does lament, and weepe   For the late losse of her deare loued knight,   And sighes, and grones, and euermore does steepe   Her tender brest in bitter teares all night,All night she thinks too long, and often lookes for light.

Now when Aldeboran was mounted hie   Aboue the shynie Cassiopeias chaire,   And all in deadly sleepe did drowned lie,   One knocked at the dore, and in would fare;   He knocked fast, and often curst, and sware,   That readie entrance was not at his call:   For on his backe a heauy load he bare   Of nightly stelths and pillage seuerall,Which he had got abroad by purchase criminall.

He was to weete a stout and sturdie thiefe,   Wont to robbe Churches of their ornaments,   And poore mens boxes of their due reliefe,   Which giuen was to them for good intents;   The holy Saints of their rich vestiments   He did disrobe, when all men carelesse slept,   And spoild the Priests of their habiliments,   Whiles none the holy things in safety kept;Then he by cunning sleights in at the window crept.

And all that he by right or wrong could find,   Vnto this house he brought, and did bestow   Vpon the daughter of this woman blind,Abessa daughter of Corceca slow,   With whom he whoredome vsd, that few did know,   And fed her fat with feast of offerings,   And plentie, which in all the land did grow;   Ne spared he to giue her gold and rings:And now he to her brought part of his stolen things.

Thus long the dore with rage and threats he bet,   Yet of those fearefull women none durst rize,   The Lyon frayed them, him in to let:   He would no longer stay him to aduize,   But open breakes the dore in furious wize,   And entring is; when that disdainfull beast   Encountring fierce, him suddaine doth surprize,   And seizing cruell clawes on trembling brest,Vnder his Lordly foot him proudly hath supprest.

Him booteth not resist, nor succour call,   His bleeding hart is in the vengers hand,   Who streight him rent in thousand peeces small,   And quite dismembred hath: the thirstie land   Drunke vp his life; his corse left on the strand.   His fearefull friends weare out the wofull night,   Ne dare to weepe, nor seeme to vnderstand   The heauie hap, which on them is alight,Affraid, least to themselues the like mishappen might.

Now when broad day the world discouered has,   Vp Vna rose, vp rose the Lyon eke,   And on their former iourney forward pas,   In wayes vnknowne, her wandring knight to seeke,   With paines farre passing that long wandring Greeke,   That for his loue refused deitie;   Such were the labours of this Lady meeke,   Still seeking him, that from her still did flie,Then furthest from her hope, when most she weened nie.

Soone as she parted thence, the fearefull twaine,   That blind old woman and her daughter deare   Came forth, and finding Kirkrapine there slaine,   For anguish great they gan to rend their heare,   And beat their brests, and naked flesh to teare.   And when they both had wept and wayld their fill,   Then forth they ranne like two amazed deare,   Halfe mad through malice, and reuenging will,To follow her, that was the causer of their ill.

Whom ouertaking, they gan loudly bray,   With hollow howling, and lamenting cry,   Shamefully at her rayling all the way,   And her accusing of dishonesty,   That was the flowre of faith and chastity;   And still amidst her rayling, she did pray,   That plagues, and mischiefs, and long misery   Might fall on her, and follow all the way,And that in endlesse error she might euer stray.

But when she saw her prayers nought preuaile,   She backe returned with some labour lost;   And in the way as she did weepe and waile,   A knight her met in mighty armes embost,   Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost,   But subtill Archimag, that Vna sought   By traynes into new troubles to haue tost:   Of that old woman tydings he besought,If that of such a Ladie she could tellen ought.

Therewith she gan her passion to renew,   And cry, and curse, and raile, and rend her heare,   Saying, that harlot she too lately knew,   That causd her shed so many a bitter teare,   And so forth told the story of her feare:   Much seemed he to mone her haplesse chaunce,   And after for that Ladie did inquere;   Which being taught, he forward gan aduaunceHis fair enchaunted steed, and eke his charmed launce.

Ere long he came, where Vna traueild slow,   And that wilde Champion wayting her besyde:   Whom seeing such, for dread he durst not show   Himselfe too nigh at hand, but turned wyde   Vnto an hill; from whence when she him spyde,   By his like seeming shield, her knight by name   She weend it was, and towards him gan ryde:   Approching nigh, she wist it was the same,And with faire fearefull humblesse towards him shee came.

And weeping said, Ah my long lacked Lord,   Where haue ye bene thus long out of my sight?   Much feared I to haue bene quite abhord,   Or ought haue done, that ye displeasen might,   That should as death vnto my deare hart light:   For since mine eye your ioyous sight did mis,   My chearefull day is turnd to chearelesse night,   And eke my night of death the shadow is;But welcome now my light, and shining lampe of blis.

He thereto meeting said, My dearest Dame,   Farre be it from your thought, and fro my will,   To thinke that knighthood I so much should shame,   As you to leaue, that haue me loued still,   And chose in Faery court of meere goodwill,   Where noblest knights were to be found on earth:   The earth shall sooner leaue her kindly skill   To bring forth fruit, and make eternall derth,Then I leaue you, my liefe, yborne of heauenly berth.

And sooth to say, why I left you so long,   Was for to seeke aduenture in strange place,   Where Archimago said a felon strong   To many knights did daily worke disgrace;   But knight he now shall neuer more deface:   Good cause of mine excuse; that mote ye please   Well to accept, and euermore embrace   My faithfull seruice, that by land and seasHaue vowd you to defend. Now then your plaint appease.

His louely words her seemd due recompence   Of all her passed paines: one louing howre   For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:   A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre:   She has forgot, how many a wofull stowre   For him she late endur'd; she speakes no more   Of past: true is, that true loue hath no powre