Cant. II.
the Faery Queene.
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The diuelish hag by chaunges of my chearePerceiu'd my thought; and drownd in sleepie night,With wicked herbes and oyntments did besmeareMy body all, through charmes and magicke might,That all my senses were bereaued quight:Then brought she me into this desert waste,And by my wretched louers side me pight,Where now enclosd in wooden wals full faste,Banisht from liuing wights, our wearie daies we waste.
But how long time, said then the Elfin knight,Are you in this misformed hous to dwell?We may not chaunge (quoth he) this euill plight,Till we be bathed in a liuing well;That is the terme prescribed by the spell.O how, sayd'he, mote I that well out find,That may restore you to your wonted well?Time and suffised fates to former kyndShall vs restore, none else from hence may vs vnbynd.
The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight,Heard how in vaine Fradubio did lament,And knew well all was true, But the good knightFull of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,When all this speech the liuing tree had spent,The bleeding bough did thrust into the ground,That from the blood he might be innocent,And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound:Then turning to his Lady, dead with feare her fownd.
Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare,As all vnweeting of that well she knew,And paynd himselfe with busie care to reareHer out of carelesse swowne. Her eylids blew
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