Fair virgin, to redeem her dear,
2 brings Arthur to the fight:
Who slays the giant, wounds the beast,
4 and strips Duessa quite.
108.1
AY me, how many perils doe enfold
2 The righteous man, to make him daily fall?
Were not, that heauenly grace doth him vphold,
4 And stedfast truth acquite him out of all.
Her loue is firme, her care continuall,
6 So oft as he through his owne foolish pride,
Or weaknesse is to sinfull bands made thrall:
8 Else should this Redcrosse knight in bands haue dyde,
For whose deliuerance she this Prince doth thither guide.
1 Ay me, how many perils do enfold
Ay me > Ah me! Alas! (chiefly in northern dialect)
2 The righteous man, to make him daily fall? 3 Were not that heavenly grace does him uphold,
not > [it not]
4 And steadfast Truth acquit him out of all.
acquit > deliver
5 Her love is firm, her care continual, 6 So oft as he, through his own foolish pride, 7 Or weakness, is to sinful bonds made thrall: