LXVII. "O holy sire," quoth he, "how shall I quite* To have returned, but dazed were his eyne Through passing brightness which did quite confound His feeble sense, and too exceeding shine. So dark are earthly things compar'd to things divine! LXVIII. At last, whenas himself he gan to find, To Una back he cast him to retire; Who him awaited still with pensive mind. Great thanks, and goodly meed, to that good sire He thence departing gave for his pains' hire. Of her adventure mindful for to be. So leave they take of Cælia and her daughters three. * Quite, repay. CANTO XI. The knight with that old dragon fights The third him overthrows; and gains I. HIGH time now 'gan it wax for Una fair High heaven behold the tedious toil, ye for me take! II. "Now are we come unto my native soil, Above all knights on earth, that battle undertake.” And pointing forth, "Lo! yonder is," said she, The watchman waiting tidings glad to hear, Unto you bring, to ease you of your misery!" IV. With that they heard a roaring hideous sound, And seem'd uneath to shake the stedfast ground. But, all so soon as he from far descry'd Those glistring arms that heaven with light did fill, He rous'd himself full blithe, and hastened them until. V. Then bade the knight his lady yode* aloof, And to an hill herself withdraw aside: From whence she might behold that battle's proof, She him obey'd, and turned a little wide. Now, O thou sacred Muse, most learned dame, Fair imp of Phoebus and his aged bride, The nurse of time and everlasting fame, That warlike hands ennoblest with immortal name; * Yode, go. VI. O, gently come into my feeble breast, And scared nations dost with horror stern astound. VII. Fair goddess, lay that furious fit aside, Till I of war and bloody Mars do sing, And Briton fields with Saracen blood bedy'd, But now a while let down that haughty string That I this man of God his godly arms may blaze. VIII. By this, the dreadful beast drew nigh to hand, His body monstrous, horrible, and vast; Which, to increase his wondrous greatness more, Was swoln with wrath and poison, and with bloody gore ; IX. And over all with brazen scales was arm'd, Like plated coat of steel, so couched near That nought might pierce; nor might his corse be harm'd With dint of sword, nor push of pointed spear: Which, as an eagle, seeing prey appear, His aery plumes doth rouse full rudely dight; So shaked he, that horror was to hear: For, as the clashing of an armor bright, Such noise his roused scales did send unto the knight. X. His flaggy wings, when forth he did display, The clouds before him fled for terror great, And all the heavens stood still amazed with this threat. XI. His huge long tail wound up in hundred folds, * So Milton: His sail-broad vans He spreads for flight Par. Lost, Book ii. t Boughts, twists. |