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

www.TaleBooks.comAs it befell, that she could flie no more,But yield herselfe to spoile of greedinesse:Lightly she leaped, as a wight forlore,From her dull horse, in desperate distresse,And to her feet betooke her doubtfull sickernesse.XXVI. Not halfe so fast the wicked Myrrha fledFrom dread of her revenging fathers hond;Nor halfe so fast to save her maydenhedFled fearfull Daphne on th' Aegaean strond,As Florimell fled from that Monster yond,To reach the sea ere she of him were raught:For in the sea to drowne herselfe she fond,Rather then of the tyrant to be caught:Thereto fear gave her wings, and need her corage taught.XXVII. It fortuned (high God did so ordaine)As shee arrived on the roring shore,In minde to leape into the mighty maine,A little bote lay hoving her before,In which there slept a fisher old and pore,The whiles his nets were drying on the sand.Into the same shee lept, and with the oreDid thrust the shallop from the floting strand:So safety fownd at sea which she fownd not at land.XXVIII. The Monster, ready on the pray to sease,Was of his forward hope deceived quight;Ne durst assay to wade the perlous seas,But greedily long gaping at the sight,At last in vaine was forst to turne his flight,And tell the idle tidings to his Dame:Yet, to avenge his divelish despight,He sett upon her Palfrey tired lame,And slew him cruelly ere any reskew came.XXIX. And, after having him embowelledTo fill his hellish gorge, it chaunst a knightTo passe that way, as forth he traveiled:Yt was a goodly Swaine, and of great might,As ever man that bloody field did fight;But in vain sheows, that wont yong knights bewitch,And courtly services, tooke no delight;But rather joyd to bee then seemen sich,For both to be and seeme to him was labor lich.XXX. It was to weete the good Sir Satyrane,That raunged abrode to seeke adventures wilde,As was his wont, in forest and in plaine:He was all armd in rugged steele unfilde,As in the smoky forge it was compilde,And in his Scutchin bore a Satyres hedd.He comming present, where the Monster vildeUpon that milke-white Palfreyes carcas fedd,Page 330 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser