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

www.TaleBooks.comTill I the conquest of my will recover."So she departed full of griefe and sdaine,Which inly did to great impatience move her:But the false mayden shortly turn'd againeUnto the prison, where her hart did thrall remaine.LII. There all her subtill nets she did unfold,And all the engins of her wit display;In which she meant him warelesse to enfold,And of his innocence to make her pray.So cunningly she wrought her crafts assay,That both her Ladie, and her selfe withall,And eke the knight attonce she did betray;But most the knight, whom she with guilefull callDid cast for to allure into her trap to fall.LIII. As a bad Nurse, which, fayning to receiveIn her owne mouth the food ment for her chyld,Withholdes it to her selfe, and doeth deceiveThe infant, so for want of nourture spoyld;Even so Clarinda her owne Dame beguyld,And turn'd the trust which was in her affyde,To feeding of her private fire, which boyldHer inward brest, and in her entrayles fryde,The more that she it sought to cover and to hyde.LIV. For, comming to this knight, she purpose fayned,How earnest suit she earst for him had madeUnto her Queene, his freedome to have gayned,But by no meanes could her thereto perswade;But that instead thereof she sternely badeHis miserie to be augmented more,And many yron bands on him to lade:All which nathlesse she for his love forbore;So praying him t'accept her service evermore.LV. And, more then that, she promist that she would,In case she might finde favour in his eye,Devize how to enlarge him out of hould.The Fayrie, glad to gaine his libertie,Can yeeld great thankes for such her curtesieAnd with faire words, fit for the time and place,To feede the humour of her maladie,Promist, if she would free him from that case,He wold, by all good means he might, deserve such grace.LVI. So daily he faire semblant did her shew,Yet never meant he in his noble mindTo his owne absent love to be untrew:Ne ever did deceiptfull Clarin findIn her false hart his bondage to unbind,But rather how she mote him faster tye.Therefore unto her mistresse most unkindShe daily told her love he did defye;Page 544 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser