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The first Booke of
Cant. V.
Cant V.
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The faithfull knight in equall fieldsubdewes his faithlesse foe,Whom false Duessa saues, and forhis cure to hell does goe.
The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought,And is with childe of glorious great intent,Can neuer rest, vntill it forth haue broughtTh'eternall brood of glorie excellent:Such restlesse passion did all night tormentThe flaming corage of that Faery knight,Deuizing, how that doughtie turnamentWith greatest honour he atchieuen might;Still did he wake, and still did watch for dawning light,
At last the golden Orientall gateOf greatest heauen gan to open fayre,And Phoebus fresh, as brydegrome to his mate,Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawie hayre:,And hurls his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.Which whē the wakeful Elfe perceiud, streight wayHe started vp, and did him selfe prepayre,In sunbright armes, and battailous array:For with that Pagan proud he combatt will that day.
And forth he comes into the commune hall,Where earely waite him many a gazing eye,To weet what end to straunger knights may fall.There many Minstrales maken melody,
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