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

www.TaleBooks.comHe fell halfe dead: next stroke him should have slaine,Had not the Lady, which by him stood bound,Dernly unto her called to abstaineFrom doing him to dy. For else her paineShould be remedilesse; sith none but heeWhich wrought it could the same recure againe.Therewith she stayd her hand, loth stayd to bee;For life she him envyde, and long'd revenge to see:XXXV. And to him said: "Thou wicked man, whose meedFor so huge mischiefe and vile villanyIs death, or if that ought doe death exceed;Be sure that nought may save thee from to dyBut if that thou this Dame do presentlyRestore unto her health and former state:This doe, and live, els dye undoubtedly."He, glad of life, that lookt for death but late,Did yield him selfe right willing to prolong his date:XXXVI. And, rising up, gan streight to over-lookeThose cursed leaves, his charmes back to reverse.Full dreadfull thinges out of that balefull bookeHe red, and measur'd many a sad verse,That horrour gan the virgins hart to perse,And her faire locks up stared stiffe on end,Hearing him those same bloody lynes reherse;And, all the while he red, she did extendHer sword high over him, if ought he did offend.XXXVII. Anon she gan perceive the house to quake,And all the dores to rattle round about:Yet all that did not her dismaied make,Nor slack her threatfull hand for daungers dout:But still with stedfast eye and courage stoutAbode, to weet what end would come of all.At last that mightie chaine, which round aboutHer tender waste was wound, adowne gan fall,And that great brasen pillour broke in peeces small.XXXVIII. The cruell steele, which thrild her dying hart,Fell softly forth, as of his owne accord,And the wyde wound, which lately did dispartHer bleeding brest, and riven bowels gor'd,Was closed up, as it had not beene bor'd,And every part to safety full sownd,As she were never hurt, was soone restord.Tho, when she felt her selfe to be unbowndAnd perfect hole, prostrate she fell unto the grownd.XXXIX. Before faire Britomart she fell prostrate,Saying; "Ah noble knight! what worthy meedeCan wretched Lady, quitt from wofull state,Yield you in lieu of this your gracious deed?Your vertue selfe her owne reward shall breed,Page 384 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser