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

www.TaleBooks.comXLVII. "Yt was my chaunce (my chaunce was faire and good)There for to find a fresh unproved knight;Whose manly hands imbrewd in guilty bloodHad never beene, ne ever by his mightHad throwne to ground the unregarded right:Yet of his prowesse proofe he since hath made(I witnes am) in many a cruell fight;The groning ghosts of many one dismaideHave felt the bitter dint of his avenging blade.XLVIII. "An ye, the forlorne reliques of his powre,His biting sword, and his devouring speare,Which have endured many a dreadful stowre,Can speake his prowesse that did earst you beare,And well could rule; now he hath left you heareTo be the record of his ruefull losse,And of my dolefull disaventurous deare.O! heavie record of the good Redcrosse,Where have yee left your lord that could so well youtosse?XLIX. "Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had,That he my captive langour should redeeme:Till, all unweeting, an Enchaunter badHis sence abused, and made him to misdeemeMy loyalty, not such as it did seeme,That rather death desire then such despight.Be judge, ye heavens, that all things right esteeme,How I him lov'd, and love with all my might.So thought I eke of him, and think I thought aright.L. "Thenceforth me desolate he quite forsooke,To wander where wilde fortune would me lead,And other bywaies he himselfe betooke,Where never foote of living wight did tread,That brought not backe the balefull body dead:In which him chaunced false Duessa meete,Mine onely foe, mine onely deadly dread;Who with her witchcraft, and misseeming sweete,Inveigled him to follow her desires unmeete.LI. "At last, by subtile sleights she him betraidUnto his foe, a Gyaunt huge and tall;Who him disarmed, dissolute, dismaid,Unwares surprised, and with mighty mallThe monster mercilesse him made to fall,Whose fall did never foe before behold:And now in darkesome dungeon, wretched thrall,Remedilesse for aie he doth him hold.This is my cause of griefe, more great then may be told."LII. Ere she had ended all she gan to faint:But he her comforted, and faire bespake:"Certes, Madame, ye have great cause of plaint;Page 78 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser