CANTO V. The faithful knight in equal field Subdues his faithless foe; Whom false Duessa saves, and for His cure to hell does go. I. THE noble heart that harbours virtuous thought, With greatest honor be achieved might: Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning light. II. At last, the golden oriental gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fair, And Phoebus, fresh as bridegroom to his mate, Came dancing forth, shaking his dewy hair; And hurl'd his glistring beams through gloomy air. Which when the wakeful Elf perceiv'd, straightway He started up, and did himself prepare In sunbright arms, and battailous array; For with that Pagan proud he combat will that day. III. And forth he comes into the common hall; To drive away the dull meláncholy; And many bards, that to the trembling chord Can tune their timely voices cunningly; And many chroniclers, that can record Old loves, and wars for ladies done by many a lord. IV. Soon after comes the cruel Saracen, In woven mail all armed warily; And sternly looks at him, who not a pin Does care for look of living creatures eye. They bring them wines of Greece and Araby, To kindle heat of courage privily; And in the wine a solemn oath they bind T'observe the sacred laws of arms, that are assigned. V. At last forth comes that far renowned queen; With royal pomp and princely majesty, And placed under stately canopy, *Paled, enclosed. The warlike feats of both these knights to see. Sansfoy his shield is hang'd with bloody hue: VI. A shrilling trumpet sounded from on high, And unto battle bade themselves address: Their shining shields about their wrists they tie, Deep dinted furrows in the batter'd mail : The iron walls to ward their blows are weak and frail. VII. The Saracen was stout and wondrous strong, For after blood and vengeance he did long. Both stricken strike, and beaten both do beat; That from their shields forth flyeth fiery light, And helmets, hewed deep, shew marks of either's might. VIII. So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right: As when a griffen, seized of his prey, A dragon fierce encountreth in his flight, That would his rightful ravine* rend away : Th' amazed vulgar tells of war and mortal fight. 1X. So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right; And each to deadly shame would drive his foe: The cruel steel so greedily doth bite In tender flesh, that streams of blood down flow; Great ruth in all the gazers' hearts did grow, X. At last the Paynim chanc'd to cast his eye, XI. "Go, captive Elf, him quickly overtake, * Ravine, prey. † German, relative. Therewith The lookers on; and loud to him gan call The false Duessa, "Thine the shield, and I, and all !” XII. Soon as the Faery heard his lady speak, Out of his swooning dream he gan awake; And quick'ning faith, that erst was waxen weak, The creeping deadly cold away did shake; Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and ladies sake, Of all at once he cast aveng'd to be, And with so' exceeding fury at him strake, That forced him to stoop upon his knee: Had he not stooped so, he should have cloven be. XIII. And to him said; "Go now, proud miscreant, But vanish'd is. The Elf him calls aloud, But answer none receives; the darkness him does shroud. XIV. In haste Duessa from her place arose, And to him running said; "O prowest knight, That ever lady to her love did chose, Let now abate the terror of your might, * Tho, then. |