Cant. X.
the Faery Queene
137
There fayrely them receiues a gentle Squyre,Of myld demeanure, and rare courtesee,Right cleanly clad in comely sad attyre;In word and deede that shewd great modestee,And knew his good to all of each degree,Hight Reuerence. He them with speaches meetDoes faire entreat; no courting nicetee,But simple trew, and eke vnfained sweet,As might become a Squyre so great persons to greet.
And afterwardes them to his Dame he leades,That aged Dame, the Lady of the place:Who all this while was busy at her beades:Which doen, she vp arose with seemely grace,And toward them full matronely did pace.Where when that fairest Vna she beheld,Whom well she knew to spring from heuenly race,Her heart with ioy vnwonted inly sweld,As feeling wondrous comfort in her weaker eld.
And her embracing said, O happy earth,Whereon thy innocent feet doe euer tread,Most vertuous virgin borne of heuenly berth,That to redeeme thy woefull parents head,From tyrans rage, and euer-dying dread,Hast wandred through the world now long a day;Yett ceassest not thy weary soles to lead,What grace hath thee now hether brought this way?Or doen thy feeble feet vnweeting hether stray?
Straunge thing it is an errant knight to seeHere in this place, or any other wight,That hether turnes his steps. So few there bee,That chose the narrow path, or seeke the right:
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