Cant. V.
the Faery Queene.
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And can the children of fayre light deface.Her feeling speaches some compassion mou'dIn hart, and chaunge in that great mothers face:Yet pitty in her hart was neuer prou'dTill then: for euermore she hated, neuer lou'd.
And said, Deare daughter rightly may I rewThe fall of famous children borne of mee,And good successes, which their foes ensew:But who can turne the streame of destinee,Or breake the chayne of strong necessitee,Which fast is tyde to Ioues eternall seat.The sonnes of Day he fauoureth, I see,And by my ruines thinkes to make them great:To make one great by others losse, is bad excheat.
Yet shall they not escape so freely all;For some shall pay the price of others guilt:And he the man that made Sansfoy to fall,Shall with his owne blood price, that he hath spilt.But what art thou, that telst of Nephews kilt?I that do seeme not I, Duessa ame,Quoth she, how euer now in garments gilt,And gorgeous gold arayd I to thee came;Duessa I, the daughter of Deceipt and Shame.
Then bowing downe her aged backe, she kistThe wicked witch, saying, In that fayre faceThe false resemblaunce of Deceipt, I wistDid closely lurke; yet so true-seeming graceIt carried, that I scarse in darksome placeCould it discerne, though I the mother beeOf fashood, and roote of Duessaes race.O welcome child, whom I haue longd to see,And now haue seene vnwares. Lo now I goe with thee.
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