. The Faerie queene: . it should let your pace Towards my ladies presence by you ment; I would you guyde directly to the place. ** Then let not that, said they, stay your intent; Por neither will one foot, till we that carle have bent,** So forth they past, till they approched nyUnto the rocke where was the villains won:Which ?v^hen the damzell neare at hand did warnd the knights thereof: who thereuponGan to advize what best were to be both agreed to send that mayd she might sit nigh to the den alone,Wayling, and raysing pittifull uprore,As if she did some great cal
. The Faerie queene: . it should let your pace Towards my ladies presence by you ment; I would you guyde directly to the place. ** Then let not that, said they, stay your intent; Por neither will one foot, till we that carle have bent,** So forth they past, till they approched nyUnto the rocke where was the villains won:Which ?v^hen the damzell neare at hand did warnd the knights thereof: who thereuponGan to advize what best were to be both agreed to send that mayd she might sit nigh to the den alone,Wayling, and raysing pittifull uprore,As if she did some great calamitie deplore. With noyse whereof whenas the caytive carle Should issue forth, in hope to find some spoyle. They in awayt would closely him ensnarle. Ere to his den he backward could recoyle; And so would hope him easily to foyle. The damzeU straight went, as she was directed. Unto the rocke; and there, upon the soyle Having herselfe in wretched wize abiected, Gan weepe and wayle as if great griefe had her affectecL. ?When he did viewThe armed knights stopping his passage by,He threw his burden down, and fast away did fly. Book V. Canto IX. Verse 14 THE PAEEIE QUEENE. 615 The cry whereof entring the hollow cave EPtsoones brought forth the villaine, as they ment. With hope of her some wishfull boot to have; Full dreadfuU wight he was as ever went Upon the earth, with hollow eyes deepe pent, And long curld locks that downe his shoulders shag^^ed, And on his backe an uncouth vestiment Made of straunge stuffe, but all to worne and ragged. And underneath his breech was all to torne and lagged. And in his hand an huge long stafFe he held. Whose top was armd with many an yron hookey Pit to catch hold of all that he could weld. Or in the compasse of his cloutches tooke; And ever round about he cast his looke: Ala at his backe a great wyde net he bore. With which he seldom fished at the brooke. But usd to fish for fooles on the dry shore, Of which he in faire weather wont to take great
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