Una and the red cross knight, and other tales from Spenser's Faery Queene; . ho at some timeor other had hecome the thralls of Lucifera, andwere at last, by that proud and haughty queen,brought to this wretched state. When the Red Cross Knight heard these dread-ful tidings, and had listened to all the dwarf toldof their sorrow and misfortune, he would nolonger rest, but, in spite of his all unhealedwounds arose from his bed before it was yet day,and donned his armour once more. Then the faithful dwarf led him to a littlepostern which he had discovered, for he darednot go forth by the great gat
Una and the red cross knight, and other tales from Spenser's Faery Queene; . ho at some timeor other had hecome the thralls of Lucifera, andwere at last, by that proud and haughty queen,brought to this wretched state. When the Red Cross Knight heard these dread-ful tidings, and had listened to all the dwarf toldof their sorrow and misfortune, he would nolonger rest, but, in spite of his all unhealedwounds arose from his bed before it was yet day,and donned his armour once more. Then the faithful dwarf led him to a littlepostern which he had discovered, for he darednot go forth by the great gate, lest they shouldbe caught, and so slain. And their way ledthrough the secret places of the House of Pride,where at every footstep they trod on the deadbodies of murdered men who had fallen victimsto the pride of Queen Lucifera. And outside thewall, when they came there, was yet a great heapof bodies, thrown there without any rite of burial. And from this dreadful spectacle the Red CrossKnight rode, and the dwarf with him. And it was in the early morning. -THE-•FIFTH*. How the Lion would not leave Una andhow she dwelt with Satyrs in a wood OF PITY NAUGHT is there under heavens widehollownessThat moves more dear compassion of the mind, Than beauty brought to unworthy wretchednessThrough envys snares, or fortunes freaks , whether lately through her brightness blind,Or through allegiance and fast fealty,Which I do owe unto all womankind, OF UNA AND THE LION 87 Feel my heart pierced with so great agonyWhen such I see, that all for pity I could die. And now it is empassioned so deep, For fairest Unas sake, of whom I sing, That my frail eyes these lines with tears so steep,To think how she through guileful handlingThough true as touch,1 though daughter of a Though fair as ever living wight was fair, Though nor in word nor deed ill-meriting,Is from her knight divorced in despairAnd her due loves derived to that vile witches share. For when she woke that morning in thehermi
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