English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
In such disquiet and hartfretting payne, xlv
He all that night, that too long night did passe.
And now the day out of the Ocean mayne
Began to peepe aboue this earthly masse,
With pearly dew sprinkling the morning grasse:
Then vp he rose like heauie lumpe of lead,
That in his face, as in a looking glasse,
The signes of anguish one mote plainely read,
And ghesse the man to be dismayd with gealous dread.
Vnto his lofty steede he clombe anone, xlvi
And forth vpon his former voiage fared,
And with him eke that aged Squire attone;
Who whatsoeuer perill was prepared,
Both equall paines and equall perill shared:
The end whereof and daungerous euent
Shall for another canticle be spared.
But here my wearie teeme nigh ouer spent
Shall breath it selfe awhile, after so long a went.
FOOTNOTES:
[84] v 5 _Aridalian_ _1609_
[85] vi 1 _Cestas_ _1609_
[86] viii 1 that] the _1609_
[87] ix 8 Then] The _1609_
[88] xvi 1 that] the _1609_
[89] xxiii 7 since _1609_
[90] xxiv 5 strifull] strifefull _1609_
[91] xxv 5 one] once _1596_
[92] xxvi 2 plac’t _1609_
[93] xxvii 1 chaf’t _1609_
[94] xxviii 5 pursuit _1609_
[95] xxx 8 stryfefull _1609_
[96] xxxi 3 his] her _1596_
[97] xxxv 7 night, _1596 &c._
[98] xxxvii 2 _Pynacmon_ _1596_
[99] xxxviii 8 heare, _1596_
[100] xliv 1 master _1609_
[101] 2 red-hot _1609_
_Cant. VI._
[Illustration:
_Both Scudamour and Arthegall
Doe fight with Britomart,
He sees her face; doth fall in loue,
and soone from her depart._
]
What equall torment to the griefe of mind, i
And pyning anguish hid in gentle hart,
That inly feeds it selfe with thoughts vnkind,
And nourisheth her owne consuming smart?
What medicine can any Leaches art
Yeeld such a sore, that doth her grieuance hide,
And will to none her maladie impart?
Such was the wound that _Scudamour_ did gride;
For which _Dan Phebus_ selfe cannot a salue prouide.
Who hauing left that restlesse house of _Care_, ii
The next day, as he on his way did ride,
Full of melancholie and sad misfare,
Through misconceipt; all vnawares espide
An armed Knight vnder a forrest side,
Sitting in shade beside his grazing steede;
Who soone as them approaching he descride,
Gan towards them to pricke with eger speede,
That seem’d he was full bent to some mischieuous deede.
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