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

www.TaleBooks.comAnd, comming nigh, eftsoones he gan to gesse,Both by the burning hart which on his brestHe bare, and by the colours in his crest,That Paridell it was. Tho to him yode,And him saluting as beseemed best,Gan first inquire of tydinges farre abrode,And afterwardes on what adventure now he rode.XLVI. Who thereto answering said: "The tydinges bad,Which now in Faery court all men doe tell,Which turned hath great mirth to mourning sad,Is the late ruine of proud Marinell,And suddein parture of faire FlorimellTo find him forth: and after her are goneAll the brave knightes that doen in armes excellTo saveguard her ywandred all alone:Emongst the rest my lott (unworthy') is to be one."XLVII. "Ah! gentle knight," (said then Sir Satyrane)"Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread,That hast a thanklesse service on thee ta'ne,And offrest sacrifice unto the dead:For dead, I surely doubt, thou maist areadHenceforth for ever Florimell to bee;That all the noble knights of Maydenhead,Which her ador'd, may sore repent with mee,And all faire Ladies may for ever sory bee."XLVIII. Which wordes when Paridell had heard, his hewGan greatly chaunge and seemd dismaid to bee;Then said: "Fayre Sir, how may I weene it trew,That ye doe tell in such uncerteintee?Or speake ye of report, or did ye seeJust cause of dread, that makes ye doubt so sore?For, perdie, elles how mote it ever bee,That ever hand should dare for to engoreHer noble blood? The hevens such crueltie abhore."XLIX. "These eyes did see that they will ever rewT' have seene," (quoth he) "when as a monstrous beastThe Palfrey whereon she did travell slew,And of his bowels made his bloody feast:Which speaking token sheweth at the leastHer certeine losse, if not her sure decay:Besides, that more suspicion encreast,I found her golden girdle cast astray,Distaynd with durt and blood, as relique of the pray."L. "Ay me!" (said Paridell) "the signes be sadd;And, but God turne the same to good sooth-say.That Ladies safetie is sore to be dradd.Yet will I not forsake my forward way,Till triall doe more certeine truth bewray."Ne long shall Satyrane behind you stay,Page 345 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser