. The faerie queene, with an exact collation of the two original editions, published by himself at London in quarto; the former containing the first three books printed in 1590, and the latter the six books in 1596 . o fhamefull grave. Me filly maid away with him he bare. And ever fince hath kept in darkfom cave,For that I would not yeeld that to Sansfoy I gave. iince fair Sunne hath fperft that lowring clowd, And to my loathed life now ihewes fome light, Under your beames I Will me fafely fhrowd From dreaded florme of his difdainfull {pight: To you thinheritance belongs by right Of
. The faerie queene, with an exact collation of the two original editions, published by himself at London in quarto; the former containing the first three books printed in 1590, and the latter the six books in 1596 . o fhamefull grave. Me filly maid away with him he bare. And ever fince hath kept in darkfom cave,For that I would not yeeld that to Sansfoy I gave. iince fair Sunne hath fperft that lowring clowd, And to my loathed life now ihewes fome light, Under your beames I Will me fafely fhrowd From dreaded florme of his difdainfull {pight: To you thinheritance belongs by right Of brothers prayfe, to you eke longes his love. Let not his love, let not his reftlefTe fpright. Be unrevengd, that calles to you aboveFrom wandring Etygiaii fhores, where it doth endlefle move. faid he, faire dame, be nought difmaid For forrowes paft 5 their griefe is with them gone : Ne yet of prefent peril 1 be afFraid ; For needleffe feare did never vantage none, And helplefTe hap it booteth not to mone. Dead is Sansfoy^ his vitall paines are paft,Though greeved ghoft for vengeance deepe do grone:He lives, that fhall him pay his dewties iaft,And guilty Elfin blood fhall facrifice in haft. L. O!. Canto V. the Faerie ^lueene, 69 L. O! but I feare the fickle freakes, quoth fhee, Of fortune falfe, and oddes of amies in dame, quoth he, what oddes can ever bee,Where both do fight alike, to-win or yield?Yea but, quoth ihe, he beares a charmed fhield,And eke enchaunted armes, that none can perce,Ne none can wound the man, that does them or enchaunted. anfwerd he then ferce, I no whit reck, ne you the like need to reherce. LI. But, faire Fidsjja^ fithens fortunes guile, Or enimies powre, hath now captivd you,Returne from whence ye came, and reft awhileTill morrovv next, that I the elfe with Sa7isfoyes dead dowry you me, that is a double death, fhe laid,With proud foes fight my fbrrow to renew:Where ever yet 1 be, my iecrer aid Sh
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