Cant. V.
the Faerie Queene.
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And softly gan embalme on euerie side.And all the while, most heauenly melodyAbout the bed sweet musicke did diuide,Him to beguile of griefe and agony:And all the while Duessa wept full bitterly.
As when a wearie traueiler that strayesBy muddy shore of broad seuen-mouthed Nile,Vnweeting of the perillous wandring wayes,Doth meete a cruell craftie Crocodile,Which in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile,Doth weepe full sore, and sheddeth tender teares:The foolish man, that pitties all this whileHis mournefull plight, is swallowd vp vnwares,Forgetfull of his owne, that mindes an others cares.
So wept Duessa vntill euentyde,That shyning lampes in Ioues high house were light:Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide,But comes vnto the place, where th'Hethen knightIn slombring swownd nigh voyd of vitall spright,Lay couer'd with inchaunted cloud all day:Whom when she found, as she him left in plight,To wayle his wofull case she would not stay,But to the Easterne coast of heauen makes speedy way.
Where griesly Night, with visage deadly sad,That Phoebus chearefull face durst neuer vew,And in a foule blacke pitchy mantle clad,She findes forth comming from her darksome mew,Where she all day did hide her hated hew.Before the dore her yron charet stood,Already harnessed for iourney new;And coleblacke steedes yborne of hellish brood,That on their rusty bits did champ, as they were wood.
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