From dreaded storme of his disdainfull spight:
To you th'inheritance belongs by right
6 Of brothers prayse, to you eke longs his loue.
Let not his loue, let not his restlesse spright
8 Be vnreueng'd, that calles to you aboue
From wandring _Stygian_ shores, where it doth endlesse moue.
1 "But since fair sun has spersed that louring cloud,
spersed > dispersed
2 And to my loathed life now shows some light,
3 Under your beams I will me safely shroud
shroud > take shelter
4 From dreaded storm of his disdainful spite:
disdainful > angry
5 To you the inheritance belongs by right
6 Of brother's praise, to you eke belongs his love.
praise > praiseworthiness; merit, virtue
eke > also
7 Let not his love, let not his restless spirit,
8 Be unrevenged, that calls to you above
9 From wandering Stygian shores, where it does endless move."
Stygian > {Of the River Styx, one of the five rivers of hell; the
river across which dead souls must pass. See _Aen._, 6.312 ff.}
endless > eternally
104.49
Thereto said he, faire Dame, be nought dismaid
2 For sorrowes past; their griefe is with them gone:
Ne yet of present perill be affraid;
4 For needlesse feare did neuer vantage none,
And helplesse hap it booteth not to mone.
6 Dead is _Sans-foy_, his vitall paines are past,
Though greeued ghost for vengeance deepe do grone:
8 He liues, that shall him pay his dewties last,
And guiltie Elfin bloud shall sacrifice in hast.
1 Thereto said he, "Fair dame, be naught dismayed
Thereto > To that
2 For sorrows past; their grief is with them gone:
3 Nor yet of present peril be afraid;
4 For needless fear did never vantage none,
vantage > profit, benefit
none > anyone
5 And helpless hap it boots not to moan.
helpless hap it boots not to moan > [it is of no avail to bemoan an
unavoidable occurrence]
6 Dead is Sansfoy, his vital pains are past,
vital > [of life, worldly]
7 Though grieved ghost for vengeance deep do groan:
grieved > [his] injured
8 He lives, that shall him pay his duties last,
He > [The Redcross Knight]
duties > debts
9 And guilty Elfin blood shall sacrifice in haste."
104.50
O but I feare the fickle freakes (quoth shee)
2 Of fortune +false+, and oddes of armes in field.
Why dame (quoth he) what oddes can euer bee,
4 Where both do fight alike, to win or yie
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