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Cant III FAERIE QVEENE 351<br />

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45<br />

His name quoth ne) if that thou list to learne, <strong>The</strong> morrow next, so soone as loyous day<br />

Is hight Sir Turptne, one <strong>of</strong> mickle might, Did shew it selfe in sunny beames bedight,<br />

And manhood rare, but terrible and stearne Serena full <strong>of</strong> dolorous dismay,<br />

In all assaies to euery errant Knight, Twixt darkenesse dread, and hope <strong>of</strong> liuing<br />

Because<strong>of</strong>one,thatwroughthimfowledespight light,<br />

Ill seemes (sayd he) if he so valiaunt be, Vprear'd her head to see that chearefull sight<br />

That he should be so sterne to stranger wight <strong>The</strong>n Calepme, how euer inlv wroth,<br />

For seldome yet did liuing. creature see, And greedy to auenge that vile despight,<br />

That curtesie and manhood euer disagree Yet for the feeble Ladies sake, full loth<br />

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To make there lenger stay, forth on his loumey<br />

But go thy waies to him, and fro me say, goth<br />

That here is at his gate an errant Knight,<br />

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1 hat house rome craues, yet would be loth He goth on foote all armed by her side,<br />

t'assay<br />

Vpstaying still her selfe vppon her steede,<br />

<strong>The</strong> pro<strong>of</strong>e <strong>of</strong> battell, now in doubtfull night, Being vnhable else alone to ride,<br />

Or curtesie with rudenesse to requite So sore hersides,somuchherwoundsdidbleede<br />

Yet if he needes will fight,craueleauetillmorne, Till that at length, in his extreamest neede,<br />

And tell withall, the lamentable plight, He chaunst far <strong>of</strong>f an armed Knight to spy,<br />

In which this Lady languisheth forlorne, Pursuing him apace with greedy speede,<br />

That pitty craues, as he <strong>of</strong> woman was yborne Whom well he wist to be some enemy,<br />

That meant to make aduantage <strong>of</strong> his misery<br />

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<strong>The</strong> groome went streight w ay in, and to his Lord<br />

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Declar'd the message, which that Knight did Wheretore he stayd, till that he nearer drew<br />

moue,<br />

To weet what issue would there<strong>of</strong> betyde,<br />

Who sitting with his Lady then at bord, Tho whenas he approched nigh in vew,<br />

Not onely did not his demaund approue, By certaine signes he plainely him descryde,<br />

But both himselfe reuil'd, and eke his loue, To be the man, that with such scornefull pryde<br />

Albe his Lady, that Blandina hight, Had him abusde, and shamed yesterday ,<br />

Him <strong>of</strong> vngentle vsage did reproue<br />

<strong>The</strong>refore misdoubting, least he should<br />

And earnestly entreated that they might misguyde<br />

Finde fauour to be lodged there for that same His former malice to some new assay,<br />

night<br />

He cast to keepe him selfe so safely as he may<br />

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By this the other came in place likewise,<br />

And couching close his speare and all hispowre,<br />

As bent to some malicious enterprise,<br />

He bad him stand, t'abide the bitter stoure<br />

Of his sore vengeaunce, or to make auoure<br />

Of the lewd words and deedes, which he had<br />

done<br />

With that ran at him, as he would deuoure<br />

His life attonce, who nought could do, but shun<br />

<strong>The</strong> penll <strong>of</strong> his pride, or else be ouerrun<br />

Yet would he not perswaded be for ought,<br />

Ne from his currish will awhit reclame<br />

Which answer when the groome returning,<br />

To Calepine, his heart did inly flame [brought<br />

With wrathfuli fury for so foule a shame,<br />

That he could not there<strong>of</strong> auenged bee<br />

But most for pitty <strong>of</strong> his dearest Dame,<br />

Whom now in deadly daunger he did see ,<br />

Yet had no meanes to comfort, nor procure<br />

her glee<br />

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But all in vaine , for why, no remedv<br />

He saw, the present mischife to redresse,<br />

But th'vtmost end perforce for to aby,<br />

Which that nights fortune would for him<br />

addresse<br />

So downe he tooke his Lady in distresse,<br />

And layd her vnderneath a bush to sleepe,<br />

Couer'd with cold, and wrapt in wretchednesse,<br />

Whiles he him selfe all night did nought but<br />

weepe,<br />

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Yet he him still pursew'd from place to place,<br />

With full intent him cruelly to kill,<br />

And like a wilde goate round about did chace,<br />

Flying the fury <strong>of</strong> his bloudy will<br />

But his best succour and refuge was still<br />

Behinde his Ladies backe, who to him cryde,<br />

And called <strong>of</strong>t with prayers loud and shrill,<br />

As euer he to Lady was affyde, [fyde<br />

And wary watchabout her for her safe gardkeepe To spare her Knight, and rest with reason paci

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