English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
2 Perceived my thought; and, drowned in sleepy night,
3 With wicked herbs and ointments did besmear
4 My body all, through charms and magic might,
5 That all my senses were bereaved quite:
That > [So that]
bereaved > taken away
6 Then brought she me into this desert waste,
desert > lonely
7 And by my wretched lover's side me pight,
pight > pitched, placed; planted
8 Where now, enclosed in wooden walls full fast,
full fast > entirely secure
9 Banished from living wights, our weary days we waste."
wights > people
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But how long time, said then the Elfin knight,
2 Are you in this misformed house to dwell?
We may not chaunge (quoth he) this euil plight,
4 Till we be bathed in a liuing well;
That is the terme prescribed by the spell.
6 O how, said he, mote I that well out find,
That may restore you to your wonted well?
8 Time and suffised fates to former kynd
Shall vs restore, none else from hence may vs vnbynd.
1 "But how long time," said then the Elfin knight,
time > [a time]
2 "Are you in this misformed house to dwell?"
misformed > evilly made
3 "We may not change," quoth he, "this evil plight,
may not > cannot
4 Till we be bathed in a living well;
living well > (The well of everlasting life (_John_ 4.14, _Rev._
21.6); the grace of God)
5 That is the term prescribed by the spell."
6 "O how," said he, "might I that well out find,
out find > discover
7 That may restore you to your wonted well?"
wonted > accustomed
well > well-being
8 "Time and sufficed fates to former kind
sufficed > satisfied
former kind > [our former state; kind = nature, race, station in
life]
9 Shall us restore; none else from hence may us unbind."
none > no one; nothing
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The false _Duessa_, now _Fidessa_ hight,
2 Heard how in vaine _Fradubio_ did lament,
And knew well all was true. But the good knight
4 Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,
When all this speech the liuing tree had spent,
6 The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,
That from the bloud he might be innocent,
8 And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound:
Then turning to his Lady, dead with feare her found.
1 The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,
hight > called, named
2 Heard how in vain Fradubio did lament,
3 And knew well all was true. But the good knight,
4 Full of sad fear and ghastly dreariment,
ghastly > frightful (from the same root as "ghost")
dreariment > horror
5 When all this speech the living tree had spent,
6 The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,
7 That from the blood he might be innocent,
That > [So that]
8 And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound:
9 Then, turning to his lady, dead with fear her found.
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