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Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 225 pages of information about Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I.

All in amaze he suddenly upstart
  With sword in hand, and with the old man went
  Who soone him brought into a secret part
  Where that false couple were full closely ment 40
  In wanton lust and leud embracement: 
  Which when he saw, he burnt with gealous fire,
  The eye of reason was with rage yblent,
  And would have slaine them in his furious ire,
But hardly was restreined of that aged sire. 45

VI

Returning to his bed in torment great,
  And bitter anguish of his guiltie sight,
  He could not rest, but did his stout heart eat,
  And wast his inward gall with deepe despight,
  Yrkesome of life, and too long lingring night. 50
  At last faire Hesperus[*] in highest skie
  Had spent his lampe and brought forth dawning light,
  Then up he rose, and clad him hastily;
The Dwarfe him brought his steed:  so both away do fly.

VII

Now when the rosy-fingred Morning[*] faire, 55
  Weary of aged Tithones[*] saffron bed,
  Had spread her purple robe through deawy aire,
  And the high hils Titan[*] discovered,
  The royall virgin shooke off drowsy-hed;
  And rising forth out of her baser bowre, 60
  Lookt for her knight, who far away was fled,
  And for her Dwarfe, that wont to wait each houre: 
Then gan she waile and weepe, to see that woefull stowre.

VIII

And after him she rode with so much speede
  As her slow beast could make; but all in vaine:  65
  For him so far had borne his light-foot steede,
  Pricked with wrath and fiery fierce disdaine,
  That him to follow was but fruitlesse paine;
  Yet she her weary limbes would never rest,
  But every hill and dale, each wood and plaine, 70
  Did search, sore grieved in her gentle brest,
He so ungently left her, whom she loved best.

IX

But subtill Archimago, when his guests
  He saw divided into double parts,
  And Una wandring in woods and forrests, 75
  Th’ end of his drift, he praisd his divelish arts,
  That had such might over true meaning harts: 
  Yet rests not so, but other meanes doth make,
  How he may worke unto her further smarts: 
  For her he hated as the hissing snake, 80
And in her many troubles did most pleasure take.

X

He then devisde himselfe how to disguise;
  For by his mightie science he could take
  As many formes and shapes in seeming wise,
  As ever Proteus[*] to himselfe could make:  85
  Sometime a fowle, sometime a fish in lake,
  Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell,
  That of himselfe he ofte for feare would quake,
  And oft would flie away.  O who can tell
The hidden power of herbes[*] and might of Magicke spell? 90

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