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But now for fear her Beads she did forget.
Whose needless dread for to remove away,
Fair Una fram'd Words and Count'nance fit:
Which hardly done, at length the 'gan them

That in their Cottage small that Night the rest her



The day is spent, and cometh drowsy Night,
When every Creature throwded is in sleep;
Sad Una down her lays in weary plight,
And at her feet the Lion Watch doth keep:
Instead of Reft, she does lament, and weep
For the late Loss of her dear loved Knight,
And fighs and groans, and evermore does steep

Her tender Breast in bitter Tears all Night;
All Night she thinks too long, and often looks for


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Now when Aldeboran was mounted high
Above the shiny Cassiopeia's Chair,
And all in deadly sleep did drowned lie,
One knocked at the Door, and in would fare;
He knocked fast,“; and often curs’d, and sware,
That ready Entrance was not at his call:
For on his Back a heavy Load he bare

Of nightly Stealths, and Pillage several,
Which he had got abroad by Purchase criminal,


He was to weet a stout and sturdy Thief,
Wont to rob Churches of their Ornaments,
And poor Mens Boxes of their due Relief,
Which given was to them for good Intents;
The holy Saints of their rich Vestiments


He did disrobe, when all Men careless slept,
And spoild the Priests of their Habiliments,

Whites none the holy things in fafety kept;
Then he by cunning Tleights in at the Window



And all that he by Right or Wrong could find,
Unto this House he brought, and did bestow
Upon the Daughter of this Woman blind,
Abeffa, Daughter of Corceca flow,
With whom he Whoredom us'd, that few did

And fed her fat with Feast of Offerings,
And Plenty, which in all the Land did grow:

Ne spared he to give her Gold an Rings,
And now he to her brought part of his stolen



Thus long the Door with Rage and Threats he

Yet of those fearful Women none durft rise.
The Lion frayed them, him in to let:
He would no longer stay him to advise,
But open breaks the Door in furious wise,
And entring is; when that disdainful Beast
Encountring fierce, him suddain doth surprize,

And leizing cruel Claws on trembling Breaft,
Under his Lordly Foot him proudly hath suppreft.


Him booteth not refift, nor Succour call,
His bleeding Heart is in the Venger's Hand,
Who straight him rent in thousand pieces small,
And quite dismembred hath: The thirsty Land
Drunk up his Life; his Corse left on the strand,

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His fearful Friends wear out the woful Night,
Ne dare to weep, nor seem to understand

The heavy Hap, which on them is alight,
Afraid, left to themselves the like mishappen might.

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Now when broad Day the World discovered has,
Up Una rose, up rose the Lion eke,
And on their former Journey forward pass,
In ways unknown, her wandring Knight to leek,
With Pains far passing that long wandring Greek,
That for his Love refused Deity;
Such were the Labours of this Lady meek,

Still seeking him, that from her still did fly,
Then furthest from her hope, when most she wee-

ned nigh.


Soon as fhe parted thence, the fearful Twain,
That blind old Woman and her Daughter dear,
Came forth,and finding Kirkrapine there flain,
For Anguish great they 'gan to rend their Hair,
And bear their Breasts, and naked Flesh to tear.
And when they both had wept and wail'd their

Then forth they ran like two amazed Deer,

Half mad through Malice, and revenging Will, To follow her, that was the causer of their III,


Whom overtaking, they 'gan loudly bray,
With hollow Howling, and lamenting Cry,
Shamefully at her railing all the way,
And her accusing of Dishonesty,
That was the Flower of Faith and Chastity;
And still amidst her railing, she did pray,
That Plagues, and Mischiefs, and long Misery

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Might fall on her, and follow all the way,
And that in endless Error she might ever stray.



But when she saw her Prayers nought prevail,
She back returned with some Labour lost;
And in the way, as she did weep and wail,
A Knight her met in mighty Arms emboss'd,
Yet Knight was not for all his bragging boast.
But subtile Archimago, that Una fought
By Trains into new Troubles to have -toss'd:

of that old Woman Tydings he besought,
If that of such a Lady she could tellen ought.-


There - with she 'gan her Passion' to renew,
And cry, and curfe, and rail, and rend her Hair,
Saying, that Harlot she too lately knew,
That caus'd her shed so many a bitter Tear,
And so forth told the Story of her Fear;
Much seemed he to moan her hapless Chaunce,
And after for that Lady did inquere:

Which being taught, he forward 'gaq advaunce
His fair enchaunted Steed, and eke his charmed


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Ere long he came where Una travel'd flow,
And that wild Champion waiting her beside:
Whom seeing luch, for dread he durft not show
Himself too nigh at hand, but turned wide
Unto an Hill; from whence when she him spy'd,
By his like leeming Shield, her Knight by name
She ween'd it was, and towards him 'gan ride;

Approching nigh, she wist it was the fame,
And with fair fearful humblefle towards him the


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And weeping said, Ah my long lacked Lord,
Where have you been tlius long out of my

Much feared I, to have been quite abhor'd,
Or qught have done, that ye dilpleasen inight,
That should as death unto my dear Heart light:
For fince mine Eye your joyous sight did miss,
My cheerful Day is turn’d to cheerless Night,

And eke my Night of Death the Shadow is;
But welcome now my Light, and shining Lamp of



He thereto meeting, said, my dearest Dame,
Far be it from your Thought, and from my

To think that Knighthood I so much should

As you to leave, that have me loved still,
And chofe in Fairy Court of mere good - will,
Where noblest linights were to be found on

The Earth shall sooner leave her kindly Skill,

To bring forth Fruit, and make eternal Dearth,
Than I leave you, mi Liefe, yborn of heavenly



And footh to say, why I left you so long,
Was for to seek Adventure in strange Place.
Where Archimago laid a Felon strong
To many Knights did daily work disgrace;
But Knight he now shall never more deface:
Good caule of mine excuse; that more ye

Weil to accept, and evermore embrace


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