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For nigh thereto the ever damned beast
  Durst not approch, for he was deadly made,[*]
  And all that life preserved did detest:  435
  Yet he is oft adventur’d to invade. 
  By this the drouping day-light gan to fade,
  And yield his roome to sad succeeding night,
  Who with her sable mantle gan to shade
  The face of earth, and wayes of living wight, 440
And high her burning torch set up in heaven bright.

L

When gentle Una saw the second fall
  Of her deare knight, who wearie of long fight,
  And faint through losse of blood, mov’d not at all,
  But lay, as in a dreame of deepe delight, 445
  Besmeard with pretious Balme, whose vertuous might
  Did heale his wounds, and scorching heat alay,
  Againe she stricken was with sore affright,
  And for his safetie gan devoutly pray,
And watch the noyous night, and wait for joyous day. 450

LI

The joyous day gan early to appeare,
  And faire Aurora from the deawy bed
  Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare
  With rosy cheekes, for shame as blushing red;
  Her golden locks for haste were loosely shed 455
  About her eares, when Una her did marke
  Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred;
  From heaven high to chase the chearelesse darke,
With merry note her loud salutes the mounting larke.

LII

Then freshly up arose the doughtie knight, 460
  All healed of his hurts and woundes wide,
  And did himselfe to battell ready dight;
  Whose early foe awaiting him beside
  To have devourd, so soone as day he spyde,
  When now he saw himselfe so freshly reare, 465
  As if late fight had nought him damnifyde,
  He woxe dismayd, and gan his fate to feare;
Nathlesse with wonted rage he him advaunced neare.

LIII

And in his first encounter, gaping wide,[*]
  He thought attonce him to have swallowd quight, 470
  And rusht upon him with outragious pride;
  Who him r’encountring fierce, as hauke in flight
  Perforce rebutted backe.  The weapon bright
  Taking advantage of his open jaw,
  Ran through his mouth with so importune might, 475
  That deepe emperst his darksome hollow maw,
And back retyrd,[*] his life blood forth with all did draw.

LIV

So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath,
  That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift;
  So downe he fell, that th’ earth him underneath 480
  Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift;
  So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift,
  Whose false foundation waves have washt away,
  With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift,
  And rolling downe, great Neptune doth dismay; 485
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay.