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14 THE I BOOKE OF THE Cant 11.
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The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,
Heard bow in vame Fradubio did lament,
And knew well all was true But thegood knight
Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,
When all this speech the humg tree had spent,
The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,
That from the bloud he might be innocent,
And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound
Then turning to his Lady, dead with feare her
found
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Her seeming dead he found with feigned feare,
4s all vnweeting of that well she knew,
And paynd himselfe with busie care to reare
Her out of carelesse swowne Her eylids blew
And dimmed sight with pale and deadly hew
At last she vp gan lift with trembling cheare
Her vp he tooke, too simple and too trew,
And oft her kist At length all passed feare,
He set her on her steede, and forward forth did
beare
Cant III
Forsaken Truth long seekes her loue,
And makes the Lyon mylde,
Manes blind Deuotions mart, and fals
In hand of leachour vylde
Nought is there vnderheau'ns wide hollownesse,
That moues more deare compassion of mind,
Then beautie brought t'vnworthy wretched
nesse vnkind
Through enuies snares or fortunes freakes
I, whether lately through her bnghtnesse blind,
Or through alleageance and fast fealtie,
Which I do owe vnto all woman kind,
Feele my heart perst with so great agonie,
When such I see, that all for pittie I could die
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And now it is empassioned so deepe,
For fairest Vnaes sake, of whom I sing,
That my fraile eyes these lines with teares do
steepe,
To thinke how she through guilefull handehng,
Though true as touch,though daughter of a king,
Though faire as euer liuing wight was faire,
Though nor in word nor deede ill meriting,
Is from her knight diuorced in despaire
And her due loues denu'd to that vile witches share
Yet she most faithfull Ladie all this while
Forsaken, wofull, sohtane mayd
Farre from all peoples prease, as in exile,
I In wildernesse and wastfull deserts strayd,
' To seeke her knight, who subtilly betrayd
Through that late vision, which th'Enchaunter
wrought,
Had her abandond She of nought affrayd,
Through woods and wastnesse wide him daily
sought,
Yet wished tydings none of him vnto her
brought
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One day nigh wearie of the yrkesome way,
From her vnhastie beast she did alight,
And on the grasse her daintie limbes did lay
In secret shadow, farre from all mens sight
From her faire head her fillet she vndight,
And laid her stole aside Her angels face
As the great eye of heauen shyned bright,
[And made a sunshine in the shadie place ,
Did neuer mortall eye behold such heauenly
grace
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It fortuned out of the thickest wood
A ramping Lyon rushed suddainly,
Hunting full greedie after saluage blood ,
Soone as the royall virgin he did spy,
With gaping mouth at her ran greedily,
To haue attonce deuour'd her tender corse
But to the pray when as he drew more ny,
His bloudte rage asswaged with remorse,
And with the sight amzd, forgat his furious
forse
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In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet,
And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong,
As he her wronged innocence did weet
0 how can beautie maister the most strong,
And simple truth subdue auenging wrong
Whose yeelded pride and proud submission,
Still dreading death, when she had marked long,
Her hart gan melt in great compassion,
And drizling teares did shed for pure affection
The Lyon Lord of euerie beast in field,
Quoth she, his princely puissance doth abate,
And mightie proud to humble weake does yield,
Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late
Him priekt, in pittie of my sad estate
But he my Lyon, and mv noble Lord,
How does he find in cruell hart to hate
Her that him lou'd, and euer most adord,
As the God of my life ? why hath he me abhord