That when the knight he spide, he gan advance
With huge force and insupportable mayne,
And towardes him with dreadfull fury praunce;
Who haplesse, and eke hopelesse, all in
vaine
Did to him pace, sad battaile to darrayne,
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Disarmd, disgrast, and inwardly dismayde,
And eke so faint in every joynt and vaine,
Through that fraile fountaine, which him
feeble made,
That scarsely could he weeld his bootlesse single
blade.
XII
The Geaunt strooke so maynly mercilesse,
95
That could have overthrowne a stony towre,
And were not heavenly grace, that did
him blesse,
He had beene pouldred all, as thin as
flowre:
But he was wary of that deadly stowre,
And lightly lept from underneath the blow:
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Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre,
That with the wind it did him overthrow,
And all his sences stound, that still he lay full
low.
XIII
As when that divelish yron Engin[*] wrought
In deepest Hell, and framd by Furies skill,
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With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught,
And ramd with bullet round, ordaind to
kill,
Conceiveth fire, the heavens it doth fill
With thundring noyse, and all the ayre
doth choke,
That none can breath, nor see, nor heare
at will, 110
Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking
smoke,
That th’ onely breath[*] him daunts, who hath
escapt the stroke.
XIV
So daunted when the Geaunt saw the knight,
His heavie hand he heaved up on hye,
And him to dust thought to have battred
quight, 115
Untill Duessa loud to him gan crye;
O great Orgoglio, greatest under skye,
O hold thy mortall hand for Ladies sake,
Hold for my sake, and do him not to dye,[*]
But vanquisht thine eternall bondslave
make, 120
And me, thy worthy meed, unto thy Leman take.
XV
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,
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And was possessed of his new found make.
Then up 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 deepe him threw without remorse.
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XVI
From that day forth Duessa was his deare,
And highly honourd in his haughtie eye,
He gave her gold and purple pall to weare,
And triple crowne set on her head full
hye,
And her endowd with royall majestye:
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Then for to make her dreaded more of men,
And peoples harts with awfull terrour
tye,
A monstrous beast[*] ybred in filthy fen
He chose, which he had kept long time in darksome
den.[*]