ernall powres
Couering your foe with cloud of deadly night,
8 Haue borne him hence to _Plutoes_ balefull bowres.
The conquest yours, I yours, the shield, and glory yours.

1 In haste Duessa from her place arose,
2 And to him running said, "O prowest knight

prowest > bravest

3 That ever lady to her love did choose,

to > [as]

4 Let now abate the terror of your might,
5 And quench the flame of furious despite,

despite > rage

6 And bloody vengeance; lo the infernal powers,
7 Covering your foe with cloud of deadly night,
8 Have borne him hence to Pluto's baleful bowers.

Pluto's baleful bowers > hell (Pluto = god of the underworld;
baleful = grim; bowers = chambers, rooms)

9 The conquest yours, I yours, the shield, and glory yours."

105.15

Not all so satisfide, with greedie eye
2 He sought all round about, his thirstie blade
To +bathe+ in bloud of faithlesse enemy;
4 Who all that while lay hid in secret shade:
He standes amazed, how he thence should fade.
6 At last the +trumpets+ Triumph sound on hie,
And running Heralds humble homage made,
8 Greeting him goodly with new victorie,
And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmitie.

3 bathe > bath _1596_
6 trumpets > trumpets, _1596, 1609_

1 Not all so satisfied, with greedy eye

all so > wholly
greedy > eager

2 He sought all round about, his thirsty blade
3 To bathe in blood of faithless enemy;
4 Who all that while lay hidden in secret shade.

shade > shadow

5 He stands amazed how he thence should fade.

how > [by the way that]
fade > fade, vanish

6 At last the trumpets triumph sound on high,

triumph > [the triumphal fanfare]

7 And running heralds humble homage made,
8 Greeting him goodly with new victory,

Greeting > Congratulating [... on (SUFQ)]
goodly > courteously

9 And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmity.

105.16

Wherewith he goeth to that soueraine Queene,
2 And falling her before on lowly knee,
To her makes present of his seruice seene:
4 Which she accepts, with thankes, and goodly gree,
Greatly aduauncing his gay cheualree.
6 So marcheth home, and by her takes the knight,
Whom all the people follow with great glee,
8 Shouting, and clapping all their hands on hight,
That all the aire it fils, and flyes to heauen bright.

1 Wherewith he goes to that sovereign queen