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Cant. V.
Ah Dame (qd. he) thou temptest me in vaine,To dare the thing, which daily yet I rew,And the old cause of my continued paineWith like attempt to like end to renew.Is not enough, that thrust from heauen dewHere endlesse penaunce for one fault I pay,But that redoubled crime with vengeaunce newThou biddest me to eeke? Can Night defrayThe wrath of thundring Ioue, that rules both night and day?
Not so (qd. she) but sith that heauens kingFrom hope of heauen hath thee excluded quight,Why fearest thou, that canst not hope for thing,And fearest not, that more thee hurten might,Now in the powre of euerlasting Night?Goe to then, O thou far renouned sonneOf great Apollo, shew thy famous mightIn medicine, that els hath to thee wonneGreat pains, and greater praise, both neuer to be donne.
Her words preuaild: And then the learned leachHis cunning hand gan to his wounds to lay,And all things els, the which his art did teach:Which hauing seene, from thence arose awayThe mother of dredd darkenesse, and let stayAueugles sonne there in the leaches cure,And backe retourning tooke her wonted way,To ronne her timely race, whilst Phoebus pureIn westerne waues his weary wagon did recure.
The false Duessa leauing noyous Night,Returnd to stately pallace of Dame Pryde;Where when she came, she found the Faery knightDeparted thence, albee his woundes wyde
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