English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
[377] 5 as] all _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._
[378] xii 6 tell, _1590_, _1596_
[379] xxiii 8 off] of _1590_
[380] xxv 1 wroth _1590_, _1609_
[381] xxvi 6 swinged] singed _1609_
[382] xxvii 2 vaunt] daunt _1596_, _1609_
[383] xxx 5 one] it _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._
[384] xxxiv 8 merueiles _1590_
[385] xxxvii 2 yelded] yelled _1609_
[386] xxxix 4 sting] string _1596_, _1609_
[387] 7 string] sting _1596_, _1609_
[388] 8 in sunder _1609_
[389] xl 8 fall, _1590_, _1596_
[390] xli 4 Nor _1609_: For _1590_, _1596_
[391] 6 strength, _1590_, _1596_
[392] xliii 1 shield _1590_, _1596_
[393] xlvi 9 The tree of life, _1590_, _1596_. _But cf._ xxix 9
[394] xlviii 7 heale _1596_
[395] xlix 6 rowme _1590_
[396] li 2 the] her _1596_, _1609_
[397] 7 spred; _1590 &c._
[398] 8 darke, _1590 &c._
[399] lii 2 woundez _1609_
_Cant. XII._
[Illustration:
_Faire Vna to the Redcrosse knight
betrouthed is with ioy:
Though false Duessa it to barre
her false sleights doe imploy._
]
Behold I see the hauen nigh at hand, i
To which I meane my wearie course to bend;
Vere the maine shete, and beare vp with the land,
The which afore is fairely to be kend,
And seemeth safe from stormes, that may offend;
There this faire virgin wearie of her way
Must landed be, now at her iourneyes end:
There eke my feeble barke a while may stay,
Till merry wind and weather call her thence away.
Scarsely had _Phœbus_ in the glooming East ii
Yet harnessed his firie-footed teeme,
Ne reard aboue the earth his flaming creast,
When the last deadly smoke aloft did steeme,
That signe of last outbreathed life did seeme[400]
Vnto the watchman on the castle wall;
Who thereby dead that balefull Beast did deeme,
And to his Lord and Ladie lowd gan call,
To tell, how he had seene the Dragons fatall fall.[401]
Vprose with hastie ioy, and feeble speed iii
That aged Sire, the Lord of all that land,
And looked forth, to weet, if true indeede
Those tydings were, as he did vnderstand,
Which whenas true by tryall he out fond[402],
He bad to open wyde his brazen gate,
Which long time had bene shut, and out of hond
Proclaymed ioy and peace through all his state;
For dead now was their foe, which them forrayed late.
Then gan triumphant Trompets sound on hie, iv
That sent to heauen the ecchoed report
Of their new ioy, and happie victorie
Gainst him, that had them long opprest with tort,
And fast imprisoned in sieged fort.
Then all the people, as in solemne feast,
To him assembled with one full consort,
Reioycing at the fall of that great beast,
From whose eternall bondage now they were releast.
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