THE FAERIE QUEENE by Edmund Spenser TO The ... - Planet.ee

www.TaleBooks.comAs to doen outrage to a sleeping ghost;Ne was there ever noble corage seene,That in advauntage would his puissaunce bost:Honour is least where oddes appeareth most.May bee, that better reason will aswageThe rash revengers heat. Words, well dispost,Have secrete powre t' appease inflamed rage:If not, leave unto me thy knights last patronage."XXVII. Tho, turning to those brethren, thus bespoke:"Ye warlike payre, whose valorous great might,It seemes, just wronges to vengeaunce doe provoke,To wreake your wrath on this dead seeming knight,Mote ought allay the storme of your despight,And settle patience in so furious heat?Not to debate the chalenge of your right,But for his carkas pardon I entreat,Whom fortune hath already laid in lowest seat."XXVIII. To whom Cymochles said; "For what art thou,That mak'st thy selfe his dayes-man, to prolongThe vengeaunce prest? Or who shall let me nowOn this vile body from to wreak my wrong,And made his carkas as the outcast dong?Why should not that dead carrion satisfyeThe guilt which, if he lived had thus long,His life for dew revenge should deare abye?The trespass still doth live, albee the person dye."XXIX. "Indeed," then said the Prince, "the evill donneDyes not, when breath the body first doth leave;But from the grandsyre to the Nephewes sonne,And all his seede the curse doth often cleave,Till vengeaunce utterly the guilt bereave:So streightly God doth judge. But gentle Knight,That doth against the dead his hand upheave,His honour staines with rancour and despight,And great disparagment makes to his former might."XXX. Pyrochles gan reply the second tyme,And to him said: "Now, felon, sure I read,How that thou art partaker of his cryme:Therefore, by Termagaunt thou shalt be dead."With that his hand, more sad then lomp of lead,Uplifting high, he weened with Morddure,His owen good sword Morddure, to cleave his head.The faithfull steele such treason no'uld endure,But, swarving from the marke, his Lordes life did assure.XXXI. Yet was the force so furious and so fell,That horse and man it made to reele asyde:Nath'lesse the Prince would not forsake his sell,For well of yore he learned had to ryde,But full of anger fiersly to him cryde;Page 202 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser