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328 THE V BOOKE OF THE Cant XI<br />

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<strong>The</strong>n all the people, which beheld that day,<br />

Gan shout aloud, that vnto heauen it rong,<br />

And all the damzels <strong>of</strong> that towne in ray,<br />

Came dauncing forth, and loyous carrols song<br />

So him they led through all their streetes along,<br />

Crowned with girlonds <strong>of</strong> immortall baies,<br />

And all the vulgar did about them throng,<br />

To see the man, whose euerlasting praise<br />

<strong>The</strong>y all were bound to all posterities to raise<br />

<strong>The</strong>re he with Beige did a while remaine,<br />

Making great feast and loyous merriment,<br />

Vntill he had her settled in her raine,<br />

With safe assuraunce and establishment<br />

<strong>The</strong>n to his first emprize his mind he lent, |<br />

Full loath to Beige, and to all the rest<br />

Of whom yet taking leaue, thenceforth he<br />

went<br />

And to his former lourney him addrest,<br />

On which long way he rode, ne euer day did rest<br />

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For she presuming on th'appomted tyde,<br />

In which ye promist, as ye were a Knight,<br />

To meete her at the saluage Hands syde,<br />

And then and there for tnall <strong>of</strong> her right<br />

With her vnnghteous enemy to fight,<br />

Did thither come, where she afrayd <strong>of</strong> nought,<br />

By guilefull treason and by subtill slight<br />

Surprized was, and to Grantorto brought,<br />

Who her imprisond hath, and her life <strong>of</strong>ten<br />

sought 40<br />

And now he hath to her prefixt a day,<br />

By which if that no champion doe appeare,<br />

Which will her cause in battailous array<br />

Against him lustifie, and proue her cleare<br />

Of all those crimes, that he gainst her doth<br />

reare,<br />

She death shall by Those tidings sad<br />

Did much abash Sir Ariegall to heare,<br />

And grieued sore, that through his fault she<br />

had<br />

Fallen into that Tyrants hand and vsage bad<br />

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But turne we now to noble Artegall,<br />

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<strong>The</strong>n thus replide , Now sure and by my life,<br />

Who haumg left Merctlla, streight way went Too much am I to blame for that faire Maide,<br />

On his first quest, the which him forth did call, That haue her drawne to all this troublous<br />

To weet to worke Irenaes franchisement, strife,<br />

And eke Grantor toes worthy punishment Through promise to afford her timely aide,<br />

So forth he fared as his manner was, Which by default I haue not yet defraide<br />

With onely Talus waytmg diligent,<br />

But witnesse vnto me, ye heauens, that know<br />

Through many perils and much wav did pas, How cleare I am from blame <strong>of</strong> this vpbraide<br />

Till nigh vnto the place at length approcht For ye into like thraldome me did throw,<br />

he has<br />

And kept from complishing the faith, which<br />

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I did owe<br />

<strong>The</strong>re as he traueld by the way, he met<br />

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An aged wight, wayfaring all alone, But now aread, Sir Sergts, how long space,<br />

Whothrough hisyeares longsmce aside had set Hath he her lent, a Champion to prouide ?<br />

<strong>The</strong> vse <strong>of</strong> armes, and battell quite forgone Ten daies (quoth he) he graunted hath<strong>of</strong> grace,<br />

To whom as he approcht, he knew anone, For that he weeneth well, before that tide<br />

That it was he which whilome did attend None can haue tidings to assist her side<br />

On faire Irene in her affliction,<br />

For all the shores, which to the sea accoste,<br />

When first to Faery court he saw her wend, He day and night doth ward both farand wide,<br />

Vnto his souerame Queene her suite for to That none can there arnue without an hoste<br />

commend<br />

So her he deemes already but a damned ghoste<br />

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Whom by his name saluting, thus he gan , Now turne agame (Sir Ariegall then sayd)<br />

Hade good Sir Sergis, truest Knight aliue, For if I hue till those ten daies haue end,<br />

Well tnde in all thy Ladies troubles than, Assure your selfe, Sir Knight, she shall haue<br />

When her that Tyrant did <strong>of</strong> Crowne depnue, ayd,<br />

What new ocasion doth thee hither drjue, Though I this dearest life for her doe spend<br />

Whiles she alone is left, and thou here found ? So backeward he attone with him did wend<br />

Or is she thrall, or doth she not suruiue ? Tho as they rode together on their way,<br />

To whom he thus , She liueth sure and sound , A rout <strong>of</strong> people they before them kend,<br />

But by that Tyrant is in wretched thraldome Flocking together in confusde array,<br />

bound<br />

i As if that there were some tumultuous affray.

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