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

www.TaleBooks.comProofe be thou, Prince, the prowest man alyve,And noblest borne of all in Britayne land;Yet thee fierce Fortune did so nearely drive,That, had not grace thee blest, thou shouldest notsurvive.XXXI. The Squyre arriving fiercely in his armesSnatcht first the one, and then the other Jade,His chiefest letts and authors of his harmes,And them perforce withheld with threatned blade,Least that his Lord they should behinde invade;The whiles the Prince, prickt with reprochful shame,As one awakte out of long slombring shade,Revivyng thought of glory and of fame,United all his powres to purge him selfe from blame.XXXII. Like as a fire, the which in hollow caveHath long bene underkept and down supprest,With murmurous disdayne doth inly rave,And grudge in so streight prison to be prest,At last breakes forth with furious unrest,And strives to mount unto his native seat;All that did earst it hinder and molest,Yt now devoures with flames and scorching heat,And carries into smoake with rage and horror great.XXXIII. So mightely the Briton Prince him rouzdOut of his holde, and broke his caytive bands;And as a Beare, whom angry curres have touzd,Having off-shakt them and escapt their hands,Becomes more fell, and all that him withstandsTreads down and overthrowes. Now had the CarleAlighted from his Tigre, and his handsDischarged of his bow and deadly quar'le,To seize upon his foe flatt lying on the marle.XXXIV. Which now him turnd to disavantage deare;For neither can he fly, nor other harme,But trust unto his strength and manhood meare,Sith now he is far from his monstrous swarme,And of his weapons did himselfe disarme.The knight, yet wrothfull for his late disgrace,Fiercely advaunst his valorous right arme,And him so sore smott with his yron mace,That groveling to the ground he fell, and fild his place.XXXV. Wel weened hee that field was then his owne,And all his labor brought to happy end;When suddein up the villeine overthrowneOut of his swowne arose, fresh to contend,And gan him selfe to second battaill bend,As hurt he had not beene. Thereby there layAn huge great stone, which stood upon one end,And had not bene removed many a day;Page 239 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser