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

www.TaleBooks.comThat filleth all the sea with fome, divydesThe doubtfull current into divers wayes.So fell those two in spight of both their prydes;But Scudamour himselfe did soone uprayse,And, mounting light, his foe for lying long upbrayes:XLIII. Who, rolled on an heape, lay still in swoundAll carelesse of his taunt and bitter rayle;Till that the rest him seeing lie on groundRan hastily, to weete what did him ayle,Where finding that the breath gan him to fayle,With busie care they strove him to awake,And doft his helmet, and undid his mayle:So much they did, that at the last they brakeHis slomber, yet so mazed that he nothing spake.XLIV. Which when as Blandamour beheld, he sayd;"False faitour Scudamour, that hast by slightAnd foule advantage this good Knight dismayd,A Knight much better then thy selfe behight,Well falles it thee that I am not in plightThis day to wreake the dammage by thee donne.Such is thy wont, that still when any KnightIs weakned, then thou doest him everronne:So hast thou to thy selfe false honour often wonne."XLV. He little answer'd, but in manly heartHis mightie indignation did forbeare;Which was not yet so secret but some partThereof did in his frouning face appeare:Like as a gloomie cloud, the which doth beareAn hideous storme, is by the Northerne blastQuite overblowne, yet doth not passe so cleare,But that it all the skie doth overcastWith darknes dred, and threatens all the world to wast.XLVI. "Ah gentle knight!" then false Duessa sayd,"Why doe ye strive for Ladies love so sore,Whose chiefe desire is love and friendly aidMongst gentle Knights to nourish evermore?Ne be ye wroth, Sir Scudamour, thereforeThat she, your love, list love another knight,Ne do your selfe dislike a whit the more;For Love is free, and led with selfe delight,Ne will enforced be with maisterdome or might."XLVII. So false Duessa; but vile Ate thus:"Both foolish knights! I can but laugh at both,That strive and storme with stirre outrageousFor her, that each of you alike doth loth,And loves another, with whom now she gothIn lovely wise, and sleepes, and sports, and playes;Whilest both you here with many a cursed othSweare she is yours, and stirre up bloudie frayes,Page 395 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser