5 The monster merciless him made to fall, 6 Whose fall did never foe before behold; 7 And now in darksome dungeon, wretched thrall, thrall > captive 8 Remediless for ay he does him hold; Remediless > Without hope of rescue ay > ever, always 9 This is my cause of grief, more great than may be told." 107.52 Ere she had ended all, she gan to faint: 2 But he her comforted and faire bespake, Certes, Madame, ye haue great cause of plaint, 4 +That+ stoutest heart, I weene, could cause to quake. But be of cheare, and comfort to you take: 6 For till I haue acquit your captiue knight, Assure your selfe, I will you not forsake. 8 His chearefull words reuiu'd her chearelesse spright, So forth they went, the Dwarfe them guiding euer right. 4 That > The _conj. Morris_ 1 Ere she had ended all, she began to faint: 2 But he her comforted, and fair bespoke: bespoke > addressed 3 "Certes, madam, you have great cause of plaint, Certes > Assuredly plaint > lamentation; complaint 4 That stoutest heart, I ween, could cause to quake. That > [The; That the; or, perhaps: That cause of plaint the] ween > think 5 But be of cheer, and comfort to you take: 6 For till I have acquitted your captive knight, acquitted > delivered, freed 7 Assure yourself, I will you not forsake." 8 His cheerful words revived her cheerless spirit, 9 So forth they went, the dwarf them guiding ever right. CANTO VIII 1 _Faire virgin to redeeme her deare 2 brings Arthur to the fight: 3 Who slayes +the Gyant+, wounds the beast, 4 and strips Duessa quight._ 3 _the Gyant_ > _that Gyaunt 1590 etc.: FE_ Fair virgin, to redeem her dear, 2 brings Arthur to the fight: Who slays the giant, wounds the beast, 4 and strips Duessa quite. 108.1 AY me, how many perils doe enfold 2 The righteous man, to make him daily fall? Were not, that heauenly grace doth him vphold, 4 And stedfast truth acquite him out of all. Her loue is firme, her care continuall, 6 So oft as he through his owne foolish pride, Or weaknesse is to sinfull bands made thrall: 8 Else should this _Redcrosse_ knight in bands haue dyde, For whose deliuerance she this Prince doth thither guide. 1 Ay me, how many perils do enfold Ay me > Ah me! Alas! (chiefly in northern dialect) 2 The righteous man, to make him daily fall? 3 Were not that heavenly grace does him uphold, not > [it not] 4 And steadfast Truth acquit him out of all. acquit > deliver 5 Her love is firm, her care continual, 6 So oft as he, through his own foolish pride, 7 Or weakness, is to sinful bonds made thrall: thrall > slave 8 Else should this Redcross Knight in bonds have died, 9 For whose deliverance she this prince does thither guide. she > [Una] 108.2