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Now 'gan the golden Phebus for to steep,

His fiery face in billows of the west,
And his faint steeds watred in ocean deep,
Whiles from their journal labours they did reft ;
When thap infernal Monster, having keft
His, weary, foe into chat living Well,
Gan high advance his broad discouloured breast

Above his wontedi pitch, with countenance fell, And clapt his iron wings, as victor he did dwell.

Which when his pensive Lady saw from far,

Great woe and sorrow did her soul assay;
As weening that, the sad end of the war,
And 'gan to highest God entirely pray,
That feared chance from her to turn away ;
With folded hands, and knees fult lowly bent
All night she watcht, ne once adowa would lay

Her dainty limbs in her fad dreriment,
But praying still did wake, and waking did lament.

The morrow next 'gan early to appear,

That Titan rose to run his daily race;
But early ere che morrow next 'gan rear
Out of the Sea fair Titans dewy face,
Up rose the

gentle virgin from her place,
And looked all about if she might spy
Her loved Knight to move his manly pace :

For she had great doubt of his fafëty,
Since late the law. him fall before his enemy.

At last the law, where he upstarted brave

Out of the Well, wherein he drenched lay ;
As Eagle fresh out of the ocean wave,
Where he hath left his plumes all hoary gray,
And deckt himself with feathers youthly gay,
Like Eyas Hawk up mounts unto the skies,
His newly budded pineons to assay,

And marvels at himself, ftill as he Aies:
So, new, this new-born Knight to battle new did sise.

Whom, when the damned fiend so fresh did spy,

No wonder if he wondred at the fight,
And doubted, whether his late enemy
It were, or other new supplyed Knight.
He now to prove his late renewed might,
High brandishing his bright dew burning blade,
Upon his crefted scalp so fore did smite,

That to the scull a yawning wound it made:
The deadly dint his dulled senses all dismaid.

I wote not, whether the revenging steel

Were hardned with that holy water dew
Wherein he fell, or sharper edge did feel,
Or his baptized hands now greater grew ;
Or other fecret vertue did ensew;
Elfe never could the force of fleshly arm,
Ne molten metal in his blood embrew:

For till that stound, could never wight him harm,
By subtilty, nor flight, nor might, nor mighty charm. :

The cruel wound enraged him so fore,

That loud he yelled for exceeding pain;
As hundred ramping Lyons seem'd to rore,
Whom ravenous hunger did thereto constrain :
Then 'gan he toss aloft his stretched train,
And therewith scourge the buxome air fo fore,
That to his force to yielden it was fain;

Ne ought his sturdy strokes might stand afore,
That high trees overthrew, and rocks in pieces tore,

The same advancing high above his head,

With sharp intended sting so rude him smor,
That to the earth him drove, as striken dead;
Ne living wight would have him life behot :
The mortal iting his angry needle shot
Quite through his shield, and in his shoulder seas'd,
Where fast it stuck, ne would thereout be got:

The grief thereof him wondrous fore diseas'd,
Ne might his rankling pain with patience be appeas'd.

But yet more mindful of his honour dear,
· Than of the grievous smart which him did wring,

From loathed soil he 'gan him lightly reat,
And strove to loose the far infixed sting :
Which when in vain he tride with strugeling,
Inflam'd with wrath, his raging blade he heft,
And strook so strongly, that the knotty string

Of his huge tail he quite asunder cleft,
Five joynts thereof he hew'd, and but the stump him lefc.

Heart cannot think, what outrage, and what cryes,

With foul enfouldred smoak and flashing fire,
The hell-bred beast threw forth unto the skyes,
That all was covered with darkness dire :
Then fraught with rancour, and engorged ire,
He cast attonce him to avenge for all,
And gathering up himself out of the mire,

With his uneven wings did fiercely fall
Upon his sun-bright shield, and gript it fast withall. in

Much was the man encombred with his hold,

In fear to lose his weapon in his
Ne wist yet how his talons to unfold:
For harder was from Cerberus greedy jaw
To pluck a bone, than from his cruel claw
To reave by strength the griped gage away.
Thrice he affaid it from his foot to draw,

And thrice in vain to draw it did assay,
It booted nought to think, to rob him of his prey.

Tho' when he saw no power might prevail,

His trusty sword he cald to his last aid,
Wherewith he fiercely did his foe assail,
And double blows about him stoutly laid,
That glancing fire out of the iron plaid ;
As sparkles from the anvile use to fly,
When heavy hammers on the wedge are swaid;

Therewith at last he forct him to untie
One of his grasping feet, him to defend thereby..



The other foot fast fixed on his shield,

Whenas no strength nor strokes mote him constrain
To loose, ne yet the warlike pledge to yield,
He smote thereat with all his might and main,
That nought so wondrous puissance might sustain;
Upon the joint the lucky iteel did light,
And made such way, that hew'd it quite in twain;

The paw yet misfed not his minishe might,
But hung still on the thield, as it at first was pight.

For grief thereof, and divelish

From his infernal fornance forth he threw
Huge flames, that dimmed all the heavens light,
Enrold in duskish smoak and brimstone blue;
As burning Ætna from his boyling stew
Doth belch out fames, and rocks in pieces broke,
And ragged ribs of mountains molten new,

Enwrapt in coal black clouds and filthy smoke, Thatallthe land with stench,andheaven with horror choke.

The heat whereof, and harmful pestilence,

So fore him noyd, that forct him to retire
A little backward for his beft defence,
To save his body from the scorching fire,
Which he from hellish entrails did expire.
It chanct (eternal God that chance did guide)
As he recoyled backward, in the mire

His nigh forwearied feeble feet did slide,
And down he fell, with dread of shame sore terrifide.

There grew a goodly tree him fair beside,

Loaden with fruit and apples rosie red,
As they in pure vermillion had been dide,
Whereof great vertues over all were read:
For happy life to all which thereon fed,
And lite eke everlasting did befall :
Great God it planted in that blessed sted
With his almighty hand, and did it call
Ibe tree of Life; the crime of our first fathers fall.

In all the world like was not to be found,

Save in that soil, where all good things did grow,
And freely sprung out of the fruitful ground,
As incorrupted nature did them fow,
Till that dread Dragon all did overthrow.
Another like fair tree eke grew thereby,
Whereof whoso did eat, eftfoons did know
Both good and evil : O mournful memory! !
That tree through one mans fault hach done us all to dye.

From that first tree forth flow'd, as from a Well,

A trickling stream of balm moft føverain
And dainty dear, which on the ground still fell,
And overflowed all the fertile plain,
As it had dewed been with timely rain :
Life and long health that gracious oyntment gave,
And deadly wounds could heal, and rear again

The senseless corse appointed for the grave.
Into that same he feld: which did from death him save.

For nigh thereto the ever damned beast.

Durst not approach, for he was deadly made,
And all that life preserved, did deteft:
Yet he it oft adventur'd to invade.
By this che drooping day-light 'gan to fade,
And yield his room to sad succeeding night,
Who with her sable mantle 'gan to shade

The face of earth, and ways of living wight,
And high her burning torch set up in heaven bright.

When gentle Una faw the second fall

Of her dear Knight, who weary of long fight,
And faine through loss of blood, mov'd not at all,
But lay as in a dream of deep delight,
Beimeard with pretious balm, whose vertuous might
Did heal his wounds, and scorching heat alay,
Again the striken was with fore affright,

And for his safety 'gan devourly pray,
And watch the noyous night, and wais for joyous day.

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