. 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 . rft us greets, and after faire areedesOf tydinges ftraunge, and of adventures rare:So creeping clofe, as fnake in hidden weedes, Inquireth of our ftates, and of our knightly deedes. XXIX. Which when he knew, and felt our feeble hartsEmboft with bale, and bitter byting griefe,Which love had launched with his deadly darts,With wounding words and termes of foule pluckt fr
. 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 . rft us greets, and after faire areedesOf tydinges ftraunge, and of adventures rare:So creeping clofe, as fnake in hidden weedes, Inquireth of our ftates, and of our knightly deedes. XXIX. Which when he knew, and felt our feeble hartsEmboft with bale, and bitter byting griefe,Which love had launched with his deadly darts,With wounding words and termes of foule pluckt from us all hope of dew reHefe,That earft us held in love of lingring life;Then hopelcffe, hartiefle, gan the cunning thiefePerfwade us die, to flint all further ftrife: To me he lent this rope, to him a ruftie knife. XXX. With which fad inftrument of haftie death,That wofuU lover, loathing lenger light,A wide way made to let forth living I more fearefull, or more luckie wight,Difmayd with that deformed difmall light,Fled faft away, halfe dead with dying feare ;Ne yet ailurd of life by you. Sir knight,Whofe like infirmitie like chaunce may beare: But God you never let his charmed fpeaches heare, XXXL. Ov ^ ^ X •^$ s. ^- N © ?s. 1 Canto IX. The Faerie ^u^eene, 149 XXXI. How may a man, laid he, with idle fpeach Be wonne, to fpoyle the Caftle of his health ?r wote, quoth he, whom triall late did teach,That like would not for all this worldes wealth :His fubtill tong, like dropping honny, mealthInto the heart, and fearcheth every vaine,That ere one be aware, by fecret ftealth% His powre is reft, and weaknefle doth remaine. O ! never, Sir, defire to try his guileful! traine. XXXII. Gertes, faid he, hence fhall I never reft, Till I that treachours art have heard and tride; And you. Sir knight, whofe name mote I requeft, Gf grace do me unto his cabin guide. I, that hight Trevifan^ quoth he, will ride, Againft my liking, backe, to doe you grace : But not for gold nor glee w
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