Cant. VIII.
the Faery Queene.
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Herloue is firme, her care continuall,So oft as he thorough his own foolish pride,Or weaknes is to sinfull bands made thrall:Els should this Redcrosse knight in bands haue dyde,For whose deliuerāce she this Prince doth thether guyd.
They sadly traueild thus, vntill they cameNigh to a castle builded strong and hye:Then cryde the Dwarfe, lo yonder is the same,In which my Lord my liege doth lucklessely,Thrall to that Gyaunts hatefull tyranny:Therefore, deare Sir, your mightie powres assay.The noble knight alighted by and byFrom loftie steed, and badd the Ladie stay,To see what end of fight should him befall that day.
So with his Squire, th'admirer of his might,He marched forth towardes that castle wall;Whose gates he fownd fast shutt, ne liuing wightTo warde the same, nor answere commers call.Then tooke that Squire an horne of bugle small,Which hong adowne his side in twisted gold,And tasselles gay. Wyde wonders ouer allOf that same hornes great vertues weren told,Which had approued bene in vses manifold.
Was neuer wight, that heard that shrilling sownd,But trembling feare did feel in euery vaine;Three miles it might be easy heard arownd,And Ecchoes three aunswerd it selfe againe:No false enchauntment, nor deceiptfull traineMight once abide the terror of that blast,But presently was void and wholly vaine:No gate so strong, no locke so firme and fast,But with that percing noise flew open quite, or brast.
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