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And forth he comes into the common hall,
Where early wait him many a gazing eye,
To weet what end to stranger Knights may fall.
There many minstrels maken melody,
To drive away the dull melancholy ;
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 doen by many a Lord,
Soon after comes the cruel Sarazin,
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 Áraby,
And dainty spices fetcht from furthest Ind,
To kindle heat of courage privily:
And in the wine a folemn oath they bind
T'observe the sacred laws of arms that are assign'd.
At last, forth comes that far renowned Queen,
With royal pomp and princely majesty;
She is ybrought unto a paled green,
And placed under stately canopy,
The warlike feats of both those Knights to see.
On th' other side, in all mens open view
Duela placed is, and on a tree
Sans-foy his shield is hang'd with bloody hue :
Both those the lawrel girlonds to the victor due,
A shrilling trumpet founded from on high,
And unto battle bade themselves address :
Their shining shields about their wrists they tye,
And burning blades about their heads do bless,
The instruments of wrath and heaviness:
With greedy force each other doth affail,
And strike fo fiercely, that they do impress
Deep dinted furrows in the battred mail;
The iron walls to ward their blows are weak and fraile
The Sarazin was stout, and wondrous strong,
And heaped blows like iron hammers great:
For after blood and vengeance he did long.
The Knight was fierce and full of youthly heat;
And doubled strokes, like dreaded thunders threat :
For all for praise and honour he did fight.
Both striken strike, and beaten both do beat,
That from their fhields forth Ayeth fiery light,
And helmets hewen deep, shew marks of eithers might,
So th' one for wrong, the other strives for right :
As when a Griffon, seized of his
A Dragon fierce encountreth in his fight,
Through widest ayr making his idle way,
That would his rightful ravine rend away:
With hideous horror both together smite,
And fouce so sore, that they the heav'ns affray :
The wise footh-fạyer, seeing so sad fight,
Th’amazed vulgar tells of wars and mortal fight.
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,
With which the arms, that earst so bright did show,
Into a pure vermilion now are dy'd:
Great ruth in all the gazers hearts did grow,
Seeing the gored wounds to gape so wide,
That victory they dare not with to either side.
At last, the Paynim chance to cast his eye,
His suddain eye, flaming with wrathful fire,
Upon his brothers shield, which hung thereby :
Therewith redoubled was his raging ire,
And said, ah wretched son of woeful fire,
Doft thou fic wayling by black Stygian lake,
Whilst here thy Thield is hang'd for victors hire,
And Nuggish German dost thy forces Nake,
To after-fend his foe, that him may overtake?
Go caitive Elf, him quickly overtake,
And soon redeem from his long wandring woe.
Go guilty ghost, to him my message make,
That I his shield have quit from dying foe.
Therewith upon his crest he strook him so,
That twice he reeled, ready twice to fall.
End of the doubtful battle deemed tho
The lookers on, and loud to him 'gan call
The false Duesa, thine the shield, and I, and all.
Soon as the Fairy heard his Lady speak,
Out of his swouning dream he 'gan awake,
And quickning faith, that earst was woxen weak,
The creeping deadly cold away did shake:
Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake,
Of all attonce he cast aveng'd to be,
And with soʻ exceeding fury at him strake,
That forced him to stoop upon his knee.
Had he not stooped so, he should have cloven be.
And to him said, go now proud miscreant,
Thy self thy message do to German dear;
Alone he wandring thee too long doth want :
Go, say his foe thy shield with his doth bear.
Therewith his heavy hand he high 'gan rear,
Him to have flain; when lo, a darksome cloud
Upon him fell : he no where doth appear,
But vanisht is. The Elf him calls aloud,
But answer none receives: the darkness him does shroud.
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,
And quench the fame of furious despight,
And bloody vengeance; Lo, th' infernal powres
Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night,
Have borne him hence to Plutos baleful bowres.
The conquest yours, I yours, the shield, and glory yours,
Not all fo fatisfide, with greedy eye
He fought, all round about, his thirsty blade
To bathe in blood of faithless enemy;
Who all that while lay hid in secret shade:
He stands amazed, how he thence should fade.
At last the trumpets, triumph found on high,
And running Heralds humble homage made,
Greeting him goodly with new victory,
And to him brought the field, the cause of enmity.
Wherewith he goeth to that soveraine Queen ;
And falling her before on lowly knee,
To her makes present of his service seen:
Which she accepts, with thanks, and goodly gree,
Greatly advancing his gay
So marcheth home, and by her takes the Knight,
Whom all the people follow with great glee,
Shouting, and clapping all their hands on height,
That all the air it fills, and Ayes to heaven bright.
Home is he brought, and laid in fumptuous bed :
Where many skilful leaches him abide,
To salve his hurts, that yet still freshly bled.
In wine and oyl they wash his woundes wide,
And softly 'gan embalm on every side.
And all the while most heavenly melody
About the bed sweet musick did divide,
Him to beguile of grief and agony:
And all the while Duesa wept full bitterly.
As when a weary traveller that strays
By muddy shore of broad seven-mouthed Nile,
Unweeting of the perillous wandring ways,
Doth meet a cruel crafty crocodile,
Which in false grief hiding his harmful guile,
Doth weep full
sore, and sheddeth tender tears : The foolish man, that pities all this while
His mournful plight, is swallow'd up unwares, Forgetful of his own, that minds anothers cares.
So wept Duessa until even-tide,
That shining lamps in Joves high house were light
Then forth The rose, ne longer would abide,
But comes unto the place, where th' heathen Knight
In Numbring swoun nigh void of vital spright,
Lay cover'd with inchaunted cloud all day :
Whom when she found, as the him left in plight,
To wail his woeful cafe she would not stay,
But to the eastern coast of heaven makes speedy way.
Where griefly Night, with visage deadly sad,
That Pbæbus chearful face durft never view,
And in a foul black pitchy mantle clad,
She finds forth coming from her darksome mew,
Where she all day did hide her hated hew.
Before the door her iron charet stood,
A!ready harnessed for journey new;
And coalblack steeds yborn of hellish brood,
That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood.
Who when she saw Duessa funny bright,
Adorn'd with gold and jewels shining clear,
She greatly grew amazed at the fight,
And th' unacquainted light began to fear :
(For never did such brightness there appear)
And would have back retired to her cave,
Until the Witches speech she 'gan to hear,
Saying, Yet oh thou dreaded Dame, I crave
Abide, cill I have told the mesiage which I have.
She staid, and forth Duessa 'gan proceed,
O thou most ancient Grandmother of all,
More old than Jove, whom thou at first didft breed,
Or that great house of Gods celestial,
Which wast begot in Demogorgans hall,
And saw'st the secrets of the world unmade,
Why suffredst thou thy Nephews dear to fall
Wich Elfin sword, most shamefully betrayd?
Lo where the stout Sans-joy doch deep in deadly shade.