Cant. VII.
the Faerie Queene.
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But he was wary of that deadly stowre,And lightly lept from vnderneath the blowYet so exceeding was the villeins powreThat with the winde it did him ouerthrow,And all his sences stoond, that still he lay full low.
As when that diuelish yron Engin wroughtIn deepest Hell,, and framd by Furies skill,With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught,And ramd with bollet rownd, ordaind to kill,Conceiueth fyre, the heauens it doth fillWith thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke,That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will,Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smok,That th'onely breath him daunts, who hath escapt the stroke.
So daunted when the Geaunt saw the knight,His heauie hand he heaued vpon hye,And him to dust thought to haue battred quight,Vntill Duessa loud to him gan crye;O great Orgoglio, greatest vnder skye,O hold thy mortall hand for Ladies sake,Hold for my sake, and doe him not to dye,But vanquisht thine eternall bondslaue make,And me thy worthy meed vnto thy Leman take.
He hearkned, and did stay from further harmes,To gayne so goodly guerdon, as she spake:So willingly she came into his armes,Who her as willingly to grace did take,And was possessed of his newfound make.Then vp he tooke the slombred sencelesse corse,And ere he could out of his swowne awake,Him to his castle brought with hastie forse,And in a Dongeon deep him threw without remorse.
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