hot vengeance tynd.
6 Now bene they come, whereas the Palmer sate,
Keeping that slombred corse to him assynd;
8 Well knew they both his person, sith of late
With him in bloudie armes they rashly did debate.
4 stryfull > strife-full _1609_
1 Which to avenge on him they dearly vowed,
dearly > earnestly
2 Wherever on ground they might him find;
on ground > in the world (though Guyon is of course literally "on
ground")
3 False Archimago provoked their courage proud,
4 And strifeful Atin in their stubborn mind
Atin > (See 204.42:5)
stubborn > hard, unyielding
5 Coals of contention and hot vengeance tinded.
tinded > inflamed, ignited
6 Now been they come where the palmer sat,
been > [are]
7 Keeping that slumbered corse to him assigned;
Keeping > Guarding
slumbered corse > unconscious body
8 Well knew they both his person, sith of late
his > [Guyon's]
sith > since
9 With him in bloody arms they rashly did debate.
arms > {Feats of arms, fighting}
debate > fight
208.12
Whom when _Pyrochles_ saw, inflam'd with rage,
2 That sire he foule bespake, Thou dotard vile,
That with thy brutenesse shendst thy comely age,
4 Abandone soone, I read, the caitiue spoile
Of that same outcast carkasse, that erewhile
6 Made it selfe famous through false trechery,
And crownd his coward crest with knightly stile;
8 Loe where he now inglorious doth lye,
To proue he liued ill, that did thus foully dye.
1 Whom when Pyrochles saw, inflamed with rage,
2 That sire he foul bespoke: "You dotard vile,
sire > elderly man
bespoke > addressed
3 That with your bruteness shends your comely age,
bruteness > stupidity
shends > disgraces
4 Abandon soon, I read, the caitiff spoil
soon > immediately
read > advise [you]
caitiff > despicable; wretched; captive
5 Of that same outcast carcase, that erewhile
erewhile > lately
6 Made itself famous through false treachery,
7 And crowned his coward crest with knightly style;
8 Lo where he now inglorious does lie,
9 To prove he lived ill, that did thus foully die."
ill > evilly
208.13
To whom the Palmer fearelesse answered;
2 Certes, Sir knight, ye bene too much to blame,
Thus for to blot the honour of the dead,
4 And with foule cowardize his carkasse shame,
Whose liuing hands immortalizd his name.
6 Vile is the vengeance on t
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