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www.TaleBooks.comXLIII. "But how long time," said then the Elfin knight,"Are you in this misformed hous to dwell?""We may not chaunge," (quoth he,) "this evill plight,Till we be bathed in a living well:That is the terme prescribed by the spell.""O! how," sayd he, "mote I that well out find,That may restore you to your wonted well?""Time and suffised fates to former kyndShall us restore; none else from hence may us unbynd."XLIV. 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 living tree had spent,The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,That from the blood he might be innocent,And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound:Then, turning to his Lady, dead with feare her fownd.XLV. Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare,As all unweeting of that well she knew;And paynd himselfe with busie care to reareHer out of carelesse swowne. Her eyelids blew,And dimmed sight, with pale and deadly hew,At last she up gan lift: with trembling cheareHer up 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.FIRST_BOOKE|CANTO_IIICANTO IIIForsaken Truth long seekes her love,And makes the Lyon mylde;Marres blind Devotions mart, and falsIn hand of leachour vylde.I. NOUGHT is there under heav'ns wide hollownesse,That moves more deare compassion of mind,Then beautie brought t'unworthie wretchednesseThrough envies snares, or fortunes freakes unkind.I, whether lately through her brightnes blynd,Or through alleageance, and fast fealty,Which I do owe unto all womankynd,Feele my hart perst with so great agony,When such I see, that all for pitty I could dy.II. And now it is empassioned so deepe,For fairest Unaes sake, of whom I sing,That my frayle eies these lines with teares do steepe,To thinke how she through guyleful handeling,Though true as touch, though daughter of a king,Though faire as ever living wight was fayre,Page 32 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser