English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
The other which was entred, laboured fast xxxvii
To sperre the gate; but that same lumpe of clay,
Whose grudging ghost was thereout fled and past,[360]
Right in the middest of the threshold lay,
That it the Posterne did from closing stay:
The whiles the Prince hard[361] preased in betweene,
And entraunce wonne. Streight th’other fled away,
And ran into the Hall, where he did weene
Him selfe to saue: but he there slew him at the skreene.
Then all the rest which in that Castle were, xxxviii
Seeing that sad ensample them before,
Durst not abide, but fled away for feare,
And them conuayd out at a Posterne dore.
Long sought the Prince, but when he found no more
T’oppose against his powre, he forth issued
Vnto that Lady, where he her had lore,
And her gan cheare, with what she there had vewed,
And what she had not seene, within vnto her shewed.
Who with right humble thankes him goodly greeting, xxxix
For so great prowesse, as he there had proued,
Much greater then was euer in her weeting,
With great admiraunce inwardly was moued,
And honourd him, with all that her behoued.
Thenceforth into that Castle he her led,
With her two sonnes, right deare of her beloued,
Where all that night them selues they cherished,
And from her balefull minde all care he banished.
FOOTNOTES:
[344] Arg. 2 _Belgee_ _1596_
[345] i 3 _Mercie_ _1596_
[346] iii 6 _Americke conj. Todd_
[347] vi 4 and her Peares _1609_
[348] vii 1 _Belgæ_ _1596_, _1609_
[349] viii 4 Idol _conj. Church_
[350] ix i brad _1609_
[351] 3 drad _1609_
[352] xi 8 decease _1609_
[353] xvi 8 mount; _1596_
[354] xvii 4 care; _1596_, _1609_
[355] 8 _Artigall_ _1596_
[356] xxvi 3 now so _conj. Church_
[357] xxviii 9 eyes, _1596_
[358] xxix 2 stone; _1596_, _1609_
[359] xxxii 4 would _1609_
[360] xxxvii 3 past; _1596_
[361] 6 hard] had _1609_
_Cant. XI._
[Illustration:
_Prince Arthure ouercomes the great
Gerioneo in fight:
Doth slay the Monster, and restore
Belge vnto her right._
]
It often fals in course of common life, i
That right long time is ouerborne of wrong,
Through auarice, or powre, or guile, or strife,
That weakens her, and makes her party strong:
But Iustice, though her dome she doe prolong,
Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.
As by sad _Belge_ seemes, whose wrongs though long
She suffred, yet at length she did requight,
And sent redresse thereof by this braue Briton Knight.
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