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

www.TaleBooks.comWith his late fall and fowle indignity,Yet was soone wonne his malice to relent,Through gratious regard of her faire eye,And knightly worth which he too late did try,Yet tried did adore. Supper was dight;Then they Malbecco prayd of courtesy,That of his lady they might have the sightAnd company at meat, to doe them more delight.XXVI. But he, to shifte their curious request,Gan causen why she could not come in place;Her crased helth, her late recourse to rest,And humid evening ill for sicke folkes cace;But none of those excuses could take place,Ne would they eate till she in presence came.Shee came in presence with right comely grace,And fairely them saluted, as became,And shewd her selfe in all a gentle courteous Dame.XXVII. They sat to meat; and Satyrane his chaunceWas her before, and Paridell beside;But he him selfe sate looking still askaunceGainst Britomart, and ever closely eideSir Satyrane, that glaunces might not glide:But his blinde eie, that sided Paridell,All his demeasnure from his sight did hide:On her faire face so did he feede his fill,And sent close messages of love to her at will.XXVIII. And ever and anone, when none was ware,With speaking lookes, that close embassage bore,He rov'd at her, and told his secret careFor all that art he learned had of yore;Ne was she ignoraunt of that leud lore,But in his eye his meaning wisely redd,And with the like him aunswerd evermore.Shee sent at him one fyrie dart, whose heddEmpoisned was with privy lust and gealous dredd.XXIX. He from that deadly throw made no defence,But to the wound his weake heart opened wyde:The wicked engine through false influencePast through his eies, and secretly did glydeInto his heart, which it did sorely gryde.But nothing new to him was that same paine,Ne paine at all; for he so ofte had trydeThe powre thereof, and lov'd so oft in vaine,That thing of course he counted love to entertaine.XXX. Thenceforth to her he sought to intimateHis inward griefe, by meanes to him well knowne:Now Bacchus fruit out of the silver plateHe on the table dasht, as overthrowne,Or of the fruitfull liquor overflowne;Page 351 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser