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

www.TaleBooks.comAnd many things demaund, to which she answer'd light.XXI. For little lust had she to talke of ought,Or ought to heare that mote delightfull bee:Her minde was whole possessed of one thought,That gave none other place. Which when as heeBy outward signes (as well he might) did see,He list no lenger to use lothfull speach,But her besought to take it well in gree,Sith shady dampe had dimd the heavens reach,To lodge with him that night, unles good cause empeach.XXII. The Championesse, now seeing night at dore,Was glad to yeeld unto his good request,And with him went without gaine-saying more.Not farre away, but little wide by West,His dwelling was, to which he him addrest:Where soone arriving they received wereIn seemely wise, as them beseemed best;For he, their host, them goodly well did cheare,And talk't of pleasant things the night away to weare.XXIII. Thus passing th' evening well, till time of rest,Then Britomart unto a bowre was brought,Where groomes awayted her to have undrest;But she ne would undressed be for ought,Ne doffe her armes, though he her much besought:For she had vow'd, she sayd, not to forgoThose warlike weedes, till she revenge had wroughtOf a late wrong uppon a mortall foe;Which she would sure performe, betide her wele or wo.XXIV. Which when their Host perceiv'd, right discontentIn minde he grew, for feare least by that artHe should his purpose misse, which close he ment:Yet taking leave of her he did depart.There all that night remained Britomart,Restlesse, recomfortlesse, with heart deepe grieved,Nor suffering the least twinckling sleepe to startInto her eye, which th' heart mote have relieved;But if the least appear'd, her eyes she streightreprieved:XXV. "Ye guilty eyes," (sayd she) "the which with guyleMy heart at first betrayd, will ye betrayMy life now too, for which a little whyleYe will not watch? false watches, wellaway!I wote when ye did watch both night and dayUnto your losse; and now needes will ye sleepe?Now ye have made my heart to wake alway,Now will ye sleepe? ah! wake, and rather weepeTo thinke of your nights want, that should yee wakingkeepe."XXVI. Thus did she watch, and weare the weary nightPage 549 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser