The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto Iv (excerpts) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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CANTO IIIIA
To sinfull house of Pride DuessaB
guides the faithfull knightC
Where brothers death to wreak SansjoyD
doth chalenge him to fightC
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Young knight what ever that dost armes professeB
And through long labours huntest after fameE
Beware of fraud beware of ficklenesseB
In choice and change of thy deare loved DameE
Least thou of her beleeve too lightly blameE
And rash misweening doe thy hart removeF
For unto knight there is no greater shameE
Then lightnesse and inconstancie in loveG
That doth this Redcrosse knights ensample plainly proveF
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Who after that he had faire Una lorneH
Through light misdeeming of her loialtieC
And false Duessa in her sted had borneH
Called Fidess' and so supposd to beeI
Long with her traveild till at last they seeI
A goodly building bravely garnishedC
The house of mightie Prince it seemd to beeI
And towards it a broad high way that ledC
All bare through peoples feet which thither traveiledC
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Great troupes of people traveild thitherwardC
Both day and night of each degree and placeB
But few returned having scaped hardC
With balefull beggerie or foule disgraceB
Which ever after in most wretched caseB
Like loathsome lazars by the hedges layJ
Thither Duessa bad him bend his paceB
For she is wearie of the toilesome wayJ
And also nigh consumed is the lingring dayJ
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A stately Pallace built of squared brickeK
Which cunningly was without morter laidC
Whose wals were high but nothing strong nor thickK
And golden foile all over them displaidC
That purest skye with brightnesse they dismaidC
High lifted up were many loftie towresB
And goodly galleries farre over laidC
Full of faire windowes and delightfull bowresB
And on the top a Diall told the timely howresB
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It was a goodly heape for to behouldC
And spake the praises of the workmans witC
But full great pittie that so faire a mouldC
Did on so weake foundation ever sitC
For on a sandie hill that still did flitC
And fall away it mounted was full hieL
That every breath of heaven shaked itC
And all the hinder parts that few could spieF
Were ruinous and old but painted cunninglyJ
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Arrived there they passed in forth rightC
For still to all the gates stood open wideC
Yet charge of them was to a Porter hightC
Cald Malven 'u who entrance none denideC
Thence to the hall which was on every sideC
With rich array and costly arras dightC
Infinite sorts of people did abideC
There waiting long to win the wished sightC
Of her that was the Lady of that Pallace brightC
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By them they passe all gazing on them roundC
And to the Presence mount whose glorious vewF
Their frayle amazed senses did confoundC
In living Princes court none ever knewM
Such endlesse richesse and so sumptuous shewM
Ne Persia selfe the nourse of pompous prideC
Like ever saw And there a noble crewM
Of Lordes and Ladies stood on every sideC
Which with their presence faire the place much beautifideC
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High above all a cloth of State was spredC
And a rich throne as bright as sunny dayC
On which there sate most brave embellishedC
With royall robes and gorgeous arrayC
A mayden Queene that shone as Titans rayC
In glistring gold and peerelesse pretious stoneN
Yet her bright blazing beautie did assayF
To dim the brightnesse of her glorious throneN
As envying her selfe that too exceeding shoneN
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Exceeding shone like Phoebus fairest childeC
That did presume his fathers firie wayneO
And flaming mouthes of steedes unwonted wildeC
Through highest heaven with weaker hand to rayneO
Proud of such glory and advancement vaineO
While flashing beames do daze his feeble eyenO
He leaves the welkin way most beaten plaineO
And rapt with whirling wheels inflames the skyenO
With fire not made to burne but fairely for to shyneO
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So proud she shyned in her Princely stateC
Looking to heaven for earth she did disdayneO
And sitting high for lowly she did hateC
Lo underneath her scornefull feete was layneO
A dreadfull Dragon with an hideous trayneO
And in her hand she held a mirrhour brightC
Wherein her face she often vewed fayneO
And in her selfe lov'd semblance tooke delightC
For she was wondrous faire as any living wightC
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Of griesly Pluto she the daughter wasF
And sad Proserpina the Queene of hellJ
Yet did she thinke her pearelesse worth to pasF
That parentage with pride so did she swellJ
And thundring Jove that high in heaven doth dwellJ
And wield the world she claymed for her syreC
Or if that any else did Jove excellJ
For to the highest she did still aspyreC
Or if ought higher were then that did it desyreC
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And proud Lucifera men did her callJ
That made her selfe a Queene and crownd to beF
Yet rightfull kingdome she had none at allJ
Ne heritage of native soveraintieC
But did usurpe with wrong and tyrannieO
Upon the scepter which she now did holdC
Ne ruld her Realme with lawes but pollicieF
And strong advizement of six wisards oldC
That with their counsels bad her kingdome did upholdC
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Soone as the Elfin knight in presence cameE
And false Duessa seeming Lady faireC
A gentle Husher Vanitie by nameE
Made rowme and passage for them did prepaireC
So goodly brought them to the lowest stairC
Of her high throne where they on humble kneeO
Making obeyssance did the cause declareC
Why they were come her royall state to seeO
To prove the wide report of her great MajesteeC
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With loftie eyes halfe loth to looke so lowJ
She thanked them in her disdainefull wiseF
Ne other grace vouchsafed them to showJ
Of Princesse worthy scarse them bad ariseF
Her Lordes and Ladies all this while deviseF
Themselves to setten forth to straungers sightC
Some frounce their curled haire in courtly guiseF
Some prancke their ruffes and others trimly dightC
Their gay attire each others greater pride does spightC
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Goodly they all that knight do entertaineO
Right glad with him to have increast their crewC
But to Duess' each one himselfe did paineO
All kindnesse and faire courtesie to shewC
For in that court whylome her well they knewC
Yet the stout Faerie mongst the middest crowdC
Thought all their glorie vaine in knightly vewF
And that great Princesse too exceeding prowdC
That to strange knight no better countenance allowdC
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Suddein upriseth from her stately placeF
The royall Dame and for her coche doth callJ
All hurtlen forth and she with Princely paceF
As faire Aurora in her purple pallJ
Out of the East the dawning day doth callJ
So forth she comes her brightnesse brode doth blazeF
The heapes of people thronging in the hallJ
Do ride each other upon her to gazeF
Her glorious glitterand light doth all mens eyes amazeF
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So forth she comes and to her coche does clymeE
Adorned all with gold and girlonds gayC
That seemd as fresh as Flora in her primeE
And strove to match in royall rich arrayC
Great Junoes golden chaire the which they sayC
The Gods stand gazing on when she does rideC
To Joves high house through heavens bras paved wayC
Drawne of faire Pecocks that excell in prideC
And full of Argus eyes their tailes dispredden wideC
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But this was drawne of six unequall beastsF
On which her six sage Counsellours did rydeC
Taught to obay thelr bestiall beheastsF
With like conditions to their kinds applydeC
Of which the first that all the rest did guydeC
Was sluggish Idlenesse the nourse of sinO
Upon a slouthfull Asse he chose to rydeC
Arayd in habit blacke and amis thinO
Like to an holy Monck the service to beginO
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And in his hand his Portesse still he bareC
That much was worne but therein little redC
For of devotion he had little careC
Still drownd in sleepe and most of his dayes dedC
Scarse could he once uphold his heavie hedC
To looken whether it were night or dayC
May seeme tC

Edmund Spenser



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