1 "And you, the forlorn relics of his power, 2 His biting sword, and his devouring spear, 3 Which have endured many a dreadful stour,
stour > conflict
4 Can speak his prowess, that did erst you bear,
speak > [speak of] prowess > valour erst > once, formerly; not long ago
5 And well could rule: now he has left you here, 6 To be the record of his rueful loss, 7 And of my doleful disadventurous dear:
disadventurous > unfortunate dear > beloved (some editors gloss this as "loss, injury")
8 O heavy record of the good Redcross, 9 Where have you left your lord, that could so well you toss?
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Well hoped I, and faire beginnings had,
2 That he my captiue +langour+ should redeeme,
Till all vnweeting, an Enchaunter bad
4 His sence abusd, and made him to misdeeme
My loyalty, not such as it did seeme;
6 That rather death desire, then such despight.
Be iudge ye heauens, that all things right esteeme,
8 How I him lou'd, and loue with all my might,
So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright.
2 langour > languor 1590