English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
Who now is left to keepe the forlorne maid xliii
From raging spoile of lawlesse victors will?
Her faithfull gard remou’d, her hope dismaid,
Her selfe a yeelded pray to saue or spill.
He now Lord of the field[133], his pride to fill,
With foule reproches, and disdainfull spight
Her vildly entertaines, and will or nill,
Beares her away vpon his courser light:
Her prayers nought preuaile, his rage is more of might.
And all the way, with great lamenting paine, xliv
And piteous plaints she filleth his dull eares,
That stony hart could riuen haue in twaine,
And all the way she wets with flowing teares:
But he enrag’d with rancor, nothing heares.
Her seruile beast yet would not leaue her so,
But followes her farre off, ne ought he feares,
To be partaker of her wandring woe,
More mild in beastly kind, then that her beastly foe.
FOOTNOTES:
[109] i 5 brightne _1590_: brightnes _F. E._
[110] iii 6 wrought _1590_
[111] vii 1 field _1590_, _1596_
[112] 6 Lord _1590_, _1596_
[113] xi 1 Whom _1596_
[114] 9 dredd _1590_
[115] xiv 1 penaunce _1590_
[116] xvi 9 purchas _1590_
[117] xvii 9 conning _1590_
[118] xx 5 Dronke _1590_
[119] 6 freends _1590_
[120] xxv 7 inquire _1596_
[121] xxix 2 straunge _1590_
[122] xxxii 9 told, _1609_
[123] all that her fell _sugg. ed._
[124] xxxiv 5 feare,] fea, _1596_
[125] 9 spurd _1590_
[126] xxxv 1 ferce _1590_
[127] 3 perce _1590_
[128] 4 shronke _1590_
[129] xxxvi 7 mourning _1590_
[130] xxxviii 3 streight _1590_
[131] 7 the] that _F. E. referring probably to this line_
[132] xli 9 forth _1590_
[133] xliii 5 fied _1596_
_Cant. IIII._
[Illustration:
_To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
guides the faithfull knight,
Where brothers death to wreak Sansioy
doth chalenge him to fight._
]
Young knight, what euer that dost armes professe, i
And through long labours huntest after fame,
Beware of fraud, beware of ficklenesse,
In choice, and change of thy deare loued Dame,
Least thou of her beleeue too lightly blame,
And rash misweening doe thy hart remoue:
For vnto knight there is no greater shame,
Then lightnesse and inconstancie in loue;
That doth this _Redcrosse_ knights ensample plainly proue.
Who after that he had faire _Vna_ lorne, ii
Through light misdeeming of her loialtie,
And false _Duessa_ in her sted had borne,
Called _Fidess’_, and so supposd to bee;
Long with her traueild, till at last they see
A goodly building, brauely garnished,
The house of mightie Prince it seemd to bee:
And towards it a broad high way that led,
All bare through peoples feet, which thither traueiled.
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