Cant. III.
the Faery Queene.
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But when she saw her prayers nought preuaile,Shee backe retourned with some labour lost;And in the way, as shee did weepe and waile,A knight her mett in mighty armes embost,Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost,But subtill Archimag, that Vna soughtBy traynes into new troubles to haue toste:Of that old woman tidings he besought,If that of such a Lady shee could tellen ought.
Therewith she gan her passion to renew,And cry, and curse, and raile, and rend her heare,Saying, that harlott she too lately knew,That causd her shed so many a bitter teare,And so forth told the story of her feare:Much seemed he to mone her haplesse chaunce,And after for that Lady did inquere;Which being taught, he forward gan aduaunceHis fair enchaunted steed, and eke his charmed launce.
Ere long he came, where Vna traueild slow,And that wilde Champion wayting her besyde:Whome seeing such, for dread hee durst not showHim selfe too nigh at hand, but turned wydeVnto an hil; from whence when she him spyde,By his like seeming shield her knight by nameShee weend it was, and towards him gan ride:Approching nigh she wist, it was the same,And with faire fearefull humblesse towards him shee came.
And weeping said, Ah my long lacked Lord,Where haue ye bene thus long out of my sight?Much feared I to haue bene quite abhord,Or ought haue done, that ye displeasen might,
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