English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
The ioyous day gan early to appeare, li
And faire _Aurora_ from the[396] deawy bed
Of aged _Tithone_ gan her selfe to reare,
With rosie cheekes, for shame as blushing red;
Her golden lockes for haste were loosely shed
About her eares, when _Vna_ her did marke
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred,[397]
From heauen high to chase the chearelesse darke;[398]
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke.
Then freshly vp arose the doughtie knight, lii
All healed of his hurts and woundes[399] wide,
And did himselfe to battell readie dight;
Whose early foe awaiting him beside
To haue deuourd, so soone as day he spyde,
When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare,
As if late fight had nought him damnifyde,
He woxe dismayd, and gan his fate to feare;
Nathlesse with wonted rage he him aduaunced neare.
And in his first encounter, gaping wide, liii
He thought attonce him to haue swallowd quight,
And rusht vpon him with outragious pride;
Who him r’encountring fierce, as hauke in flight,
Perforce rebutted backe. The weapon bright
Taking aduantage of his open iaw,
Ran through his mouth with so importune might,
That deepe emperst his darksome hollow maw,
And back retyrd, his life bloud forth with all did draw.
So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath, liv
That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift;
So downe he fell, that th’earth him vnderneath
Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift;
So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift,
Whose false foundation waues haue washt away,
With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift,
And rolling downe, great _Neptune_ doth dismay;
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay.
The knight himselfe euen trembled at his fall, lv
So huge and horrible a masse it seem’d;
And his deare Ladie, that beheld it all,
Durst not approch for dread, which she misdeem’d,
But yet at last, when as the direfull feend
She saw not stirre, off-shaking vaine affright,
She nigher drew, and saw that ioyous end:
Then God she praysd, and thankt her faithfull knight,
That had atchieu’d so great a conquest by his might.
FOOTNOTES:
[361] i 1 faire] _fayre_ _1590_: _faire_ _1596_
[362] ii 4 at] it _1590_: _corr. F. E._
[363] iii _om. 1590_
[364] 3 be _1596_
[365] 4 far, appeare _1596_
[366] iv 5 stretcht] stretch _1596_
[367] side, _1590_, _1596_
[368] v 1 his] this _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._
[369] vi 5 asswage; _1609_
[370] 6 sound, _1609_
[371] 9 scared] feared _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._
[372] viii 7 vaste _1590_: wast _1596_
[373] ix 4 swerd _1590_
[374] x 4 bynd _1596_
[375] 5 lynd] kynd _1590_
[376] xi 4 slack. _1590_: slacke. _1596_: slack; _1609_
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