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

www.TaleBooks.comThough greeved ghost for vengeance deep do grone:He lives that shall him pay his dewties last,And guiltie Elfin blood shall sacrifice in hast."L. "O! but I feare the fickle freakes," (quoth shee)"Of fortune false, and oddes of armes in field.""Why, dame," (quoth he) "what oddes can ever bee,Where both doe fight alike, to win or yield?""Yea, but," (quoth she) "he beares a charmed shield,And eke enchaunted armes; that none can perce,Ne none can wound the man that does them wield.""Charmd or enchaunted," answered he then ferce,"I no whitt reck; ne you the like need to reherce.LI. "But, faire Fidessa sithens fortunes guile,Or enimies powre, hath now captived you,Returne from whence ye came, and rest a while,Till morrow next that I the Elfe subdew,And with Sansfoyes dead dowry you endew.""Ah me! that is a double death," (she said)"With proud foes sight my sorrow to renew,Where ever yet I be, my secret aideShall follow you." So, passing forth, she him obaid.FIRST_BOOKE|CANTO_VCANTO VThe faithfull knight in equall fieldSubdewes his faithlesse foe;Whom false Duessa saves, and forHis cure to hell does goe.I. THE noble hart that harbours vertuous thought,And is with childe of glorious great intent,Can never rest, untill it forth have broughtTh' eternall brood of glorie excellent:Such restlesse passion did all night tormentThe flaming corage of that Faery knight,Devizing how that doughtie turnamentWith greatest honour he atchieven might:Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning light.II. At last, the golden Orientall gateOf greatest heaven gan to open fayre;And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate,Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawie hayre,And hurld his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiv'd, streight way,He started up, and did him selfe prepayreIn sunbright armes, and battailous array;For with that Pagan proud he combatt will that day.III. And forth he comes into the commune hall;Where earely waite him many a gazing eye,To weet what end to straunger knights may fall.Page 50 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser