But faire _Fidessa_, sithens fortunes guile, li Or enimies powre hath now captiued you, Returne from whence ye came, and rest a while Till morrow next, that I the Elfe subdew, And with _Sans-foyes_ dead dowry you endew. Ay me, that is a double death (she said) With proud foes sight my sorrow to renew: Where euer yet I be, my secrete aid Shall follow you. So passing forth she him obaid. FOOTNOTES: [134] iii 5 case] care _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [135] vii 5 sumpteous _1590_ [136] xi 3 wroth _1596_ [137] xii 2 a _om. 1596_ [138] 7 Realme _1590_ [139] xiii 1 Elfing _1596_ [140] 7 obeysaunce _1590_: obeisance _1609_ [141] xvi 3 hurtlen] hurlen _1609_ [142] 9 glitter and _1596_, _1609_ [143] xx 3 For _1596_, _1609_ [144] xxii 8 corse] course _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [145] xxiii 1 wordly _1590_ [146] 2 vnable _1609_ [147] 5 seeldome _1590_: sildom _1609_ [148] xxvi 4 tempt, _1590_ [149] xxvii 3 coffets _1590_ [150] 6 pelfe] pelpe _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [151] xxix 5 euermore _1609_ [152] 9 fourth] forth _1590_ [153] xxx 4 chaw] jaw _1609_ [154] 6 neibors _1590_ [155] xxxii 9 fifte] first _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._ [156] xxxvi 2 _Satan_ _1609_ [157] xxxvii 6 _Lucifer’_ _1590_ [158] xxxix 8 lose _1609_ [159] 9 re’ncountring _1609_ [160] xl 1 hurlen _1609_ [161] 3 swerds _1590_ [162] xli 2 error _1590_ [163] 4 recreaunt _1590_ [164] 9 re’nverst _1609_ [165] xliii 1 pledg _1590_ [166] 3 edg _1590_ [167] xlv 4 _Sans ioy_] _Sans foy_ _1590_ [168] 5 cause of new ioy, _1590_, _1596_: _corr. F. E._ [169] xlvi 2 secrete _1590_ [170] xlix 1 faire _1590 &c._ _Cant. V._ [Illustration: _The faithfull knight in equall field subdewes his faithlesse foe, Whom false Duessa saues, and for his cure to hell does goe._ ] The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought, i And is with child of glorious great intent, Can neuer rest, vntill it forth haue brought Th’eternall brood of glorie excellent: Such restlesse passion did all night torment The flaming corage of that Faery knight, Deuizing, how that doughtie turnament With greatest honour he atchieuen might; Still did he[171] wake, and still did watch for dawning light. At last the golden Orientall gate[172] ii Of greatest heauen gan to open faire, And Phœbus fresh, as bridegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawie haire: And hurld[173] his glistring beames through gloomy aire. Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiu’d, streight way He started vp, and did him selfe prepaire, In sun-bright armes, and battailous array: For with that Pagan proud he combat will that day.