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30 . THE BOOK-E OF THE Cant VI.
So WHEN he saw his flatting arts to fayle,
And subtile engines bet from batteree,
With greedy force he gan the fog assayle,
Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee,
And win rich spoile of ransackt chastetee
Ah heauens, that do this hideous act behold,
And heauenly virgin thus outraged see,
How can ye vengeance lust so long withhold,
And hurle not flashing flames vpon that Pay
mm bold ?
The pitteous maiden carefull comfortlesse,
Does throw out thrilling shnekes, and shriek
inzcryes,
The last vame helpe of w omens great distresse,
And with loud plaints importuneth the skyes,
That molten starres do drop like weeping eyes,
And Phœbus flying so most shamefull sight,
His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes,
And hides forshame What w it of mortall w lght
Can now deuise to quit a thrall from such a
plight >
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Eternall prouidence exceeding thought,
Where none appearescan make her selfe a way
A wondrous way it for this Lady wrought,
From Lyons clawes to pluck the griped pr w
Her shrill outcryes and shnekes so loud did
bray,
That all the woodes and forestes did resownd ,
A troupe of Faunes and Satyr es far away
Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd,
Whiles old Syluanus slept in shady arber sownd*»i
Who when they heard thatpitteousstrained voice,
In hast forsooke their rurall menment,
And ran towards the far rebownded noy ce,
To weet, what wight so loudly did lament
Vnto the place they come incontinent
Whom when the raging Sarazm espide,
A rude, misshapen, monstrous rablement
Whose like he neuer saw, he durst not bide,
But got his rcadv steed, and fast awav gan ndt
The wyld woodgods arnued in the place,
There find the virgin dolefull desolate,
Withruffled rayments,and faire blubbred face,
As her outrageous foe had left her late,
And trembling yet through feare of former hate,
AD stand amazed at so vncouth sight,
And gin to pittie her vnhappie state,
All stand astonied at her beautie bright,
In their rude eyes vnworthie of so wofull plight
She more amaz'd, in double dread doth dwell,
And euery tender part for feare does shake
As when a greedie Wolfe through hunger fell
A seely Larabe farre from the flocke does take,
Of whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make,
A Lyon spyes fast running towards him,
The innocent pray in hast he does forsake,
Which qriit irom death yet quakes in euery hm
with chaunge of feare, to see the Lyon looke so
grim
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Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart,
Ne word to speake, ne loynt to moue she had
The saluage nation feele her secret smart,
And read her sorrow in her count'nance sad ,
Their frowning forheads with rough homes
yclad, ,
And rusticke horror all a side doe lay,
And gently grennmg, shew a semblance glad
To comfort her, and feare to put away,
Their backward bent knees teach her humbly to
obay
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The doubtfull Damzell dare not yet commit
Her single person to their barbarous truth,
But stall twixt feare and hope amazd does sit,
Late learnd what ha rme to hastie trust ensu'th,
They in compassion of her tender youth,
And wonder of her beautie soueraine,
1 Are wonne with pitty and vnwonted ruth,
And all prostrate vpon the lowly plainc,
Do kisse her feete, and fawne on her with
count'nance fame
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Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise,
And yieldes her to extremitie of time ,
So from the ground she fearelesse doth arise,
And walketh forth without suspect of crime
They all as glad, as birdes of loyous Prime,
Thence lead her forth,about her dauncing round,
Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme,
And with greene braunches strowing all the
ground,
Do worship her, as Queene, with ohue girlond
cround
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And all the way their merry pipes they sound,
Hut all the woods with doubled Eccho ring,
And with their horned feet do wearethe ground,
Leaping like wanton kids inleasant Spring
So towards old Syluanus they her bring ,
Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out,
To weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning,
And aged limbs on Cypress* stadle stout,
And with an yuie twyne his wast is girt about.