tsome day, the lampe of highest _Ioue_,
2 First made by him, mens wandring wayes to guyde,
When darknesse he in deepest dongeon droue,
4 Henceforth thy hated face for euer hyde,
And shut vp heauens windowes shyning wyde:
6 For earthly sight can nought but sorrow breed,
And late repentance, which shall long abyde.
8 Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed,
But seeled vp with death, shall haue their deadly meed.

1 "O lightsome day, the lamp of highest Jove,
2 First made by him, men's wandering ways to guide,
3 When darkness he in deepest dungeon drove,
4 Henceforth your hated face for ever hide,
5 And shut up heaven's windows, shining wide:
6 For earthly sight can naught but sorrow breed,
7 And late repentance, which shall long abide.
8 My eyes no more on vanity shall feed,
9 But, sealed up with death, shall have their deadly meed."

deadly > [of death]
meed > reward

107.24

Then downe againe she fell vnto the ground;
2 But he her quickly reared vp againe:
Thrise did she sinke adowne in deadly swownd,
4 And thrise he her reviu'd with busie paine:
At last when life recouer'd had the raine,
6 And ouer-wrestled his strong enemie,
With foltring tong, and trembling euery vaine,
8 Tell on (quoth she) the wofull Tragedie,
The which these reliques sad present vnto mine eie.

1 Then down again she fell to the ground;
2 But he her quickly reared up again:
3 Thrice did she sink adown in deadly swoon,

adown > down

4 And thrice he her revived with busy pain:

busy > careful; solicitous
pain > effort, labour

5 At last, when life recovered had the reign,

reign > reign; _or, perhaps:_ rein (cf. 304.35:5)

6 And over-wrestled his strong enemy,
7 With faltering tongue, and trembling every vein,
8 "Tell on," quoth she, "the woeful tragedy,
9 Which these relics sad present to my eye.

these relics > [the arms and armour of the Redcross Knight]

107.25

Tempestuous fortune hath spent all her spight,
2 And thrilling sorrow throwne his vtmost dart;
Thy sad tongue cannot tell more heauy plight,
4 Then that I feele, and harbour in mine hart:
Who hath endur'd the whole, can beare each part.
6 If death it be, it is not the first wound,
That launched hath my brest with bleeding smart.
8 Begin, and end the bitter balefull stound;
If lesse, then that I +feare+ more fauour