Cant. IIII.
the Faery Queene.
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As steele can wound, or strength can ouerthroe.That same is Furor, cursed cruel wight,That vnto knighthood workes much shame & woe;And that same Hag, his aged mother, hightOccasion, the roote of all wrath and despight,
With her, who so will raging Furor tame,Must first begin, and well her amenage:First her restraine from her reprochfull blame,And euill meanes, with which she doth enrageHer frantick sonne, and kindles his corage,Then when she is withdrawne, or strong withstood,It's eath his ydle fury to aswage,And calme the tempest of his passion wood;The bankes are ouerflowne, when stopped is the flood.
Therewith Sir Guyon left his first emprise,And turning to that woman, fast her hentBy the hoare lockes, that hong before her eyes,And to the ground her threw: yet n'ould she stentHer bitter rayling and foule reuilement,But still prouokt her sonne to wreake her wrong;But nathelesse he did her still torment,And catching hold of her vngratious tongue,Thereon an yron lock, did fasten firme and strong.
Then whenas vse of speach was from her reft,With her two crooked handes she signes did make,And beckned him, the last help she had left:But he that last left helpe away did take,And both her handes fast bound vnto a stake,That she note stirre. Then gan her sonne to flyeFull fast away, and did her quite forsake;But Guyon after him in hast did hye,And soone him ouertooke in sad perplexitye.
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