FOOTNOTES:

Cant. III.

Vaine Braggadocchio getting Guyonshorse is made the scorneOf knighthood trew, and is of fayreBelphœbe fowle forlorne.

Vaine Braggadocchio getting Guyons

horse is made the scorne

Of knighthood trew, and is of fayre

Belphœbe fowle forlorne.

Soone as the morrow faire with purple beamesiDisperst the shadowes of the mistie night,AndTitanplaying on the eastern streames,Gan cleare the deawy ayre with springing light,SirGuyonmindfull of his vow yplight,Vprose from drowsie couch, and him addrestVnto the iourney which he had behight:His puissaunt armes about his noble brest,And many-folded shield he bound about his wrest.Then takingCongéof that virgin pure,iiThe bloudy-handed babe vnto her truthDid earnestly commit, and her coniure,In vertuous lore to traine his tender youth,And all that gentle noriture ensu’th:And that so soone as ryper yeares he raught[525],He might for memorie of that dayes ruth,Be calledRuddymane, and thereby taught,T’auenge his Parents death on them, that had it wrought.

Soone as the morrow faire with purple beamesi

Disperst the shadowes of the mistie night,

AndTitanplaying on the eastern streames,

Gan cleare the deawy ayre with springing light,

SirGuyonmindfull of his vow yplight,

Vprose from drowsie couch, and him addrest

Vnto the iourney which he had behight:

His puissaunt armes about his noble brest,

And many-folded shield he bound about his wrest.

Then takingCongéof that virgin pure,iiThe bloudy-handed babe vnto her truthDid earnestly commit, and her coniure,In vertuous lore to traine his tender youth,And all that gentle noriture ensu’th:And that so soone as ryper yeares he raught[525],He might for memorie of that dayes ruth,Be calledRuddymane, and thereby taught,T’auenge his Parents death on them, that had it wrought.

Then takingCongéof that virgin pure,ii

The bloudy-handed babe vnto her truth

Did earnestly commit, and her coniure,

In vertuous lore to traine his tender youth,

And all that gentle noriture ensu’th:

And that so soone as ryper yeares he raught[525],

He might for memorie of that dayes ruth,

Be calledRuddymane, and thereby taught,

T’auenge his Parents death on them, that had it wrought.

So forth he far’d, as now befell, on foot,iiiSith his good steed is lately from him gone;Patience perforce; helpelesse what may it bootTo fret for anger, or for griefe to mone?His Palmer now shall foot no more alone:So fortune wrought, as vnder greene woods sydeHe lately heard that dying Lady grone,He left his steed without, and speare besyde,And rushed in on foot to ayd her, ere she dyde.The whiles a losell wandring by the way,ivOne that to bountie neuer cast his mind,Ne thought of honour euer did assayHis baser brest, but in his kestrell kindA pleasing vaine of glory vaine[526]did find,To which his flowing toung, and troublous sprightGaue him great ayd, and made him more inclind:He that braue steed there finding ready dight,Purloynd both steed and speare, and ran away full light.Now gan his hart all swell in iollitie,vAnd of him selfe great hope and helpe conceiu’d,That puffed vp with smoke of vanitie,And with selfe-loued personage deceiu’d,He gan to hope, of men to be receiu’dFor such, as he him thought, or faine would bee:But for in court gay portaunce he perceiu’d,And gallant shew to be in greatest gree,Eftsoones to court he cast t’auaunce[527]his first degree.And by the way he chaunced to espyviOne sitting idle on a sunny bancke,To whom auaunting in great brauery,As Peacocke, that his painted plumes doth prancke,He smote his courser in the trembling flancke,And to him threatned his hart-thrilling speare:The seely man seeing him ryde so rancke,And ayme at him, fell flat to ground for feare,And crying Mercy lowd, his pitious hands gan reare.

So forth he far’d, as now befell, on foot,iii

Sith his good steed is lately from him gone;

Patience perforce; helpelesse what may it boot

To fret for anger, or for griefe to mone?

His Palmer now shall foot no more alone:

So fortune wrought, as vnder greene woods syde

He lately heard that dying Lady grone,

He left his steed without, and speare besyde,

And rushed in on foot to ayd her, ere she dyde.

The whiles a losell wandring by the way,ivOne that to bountie neuer cast his mind,Ne thought of honour euer did assayHis baser brest, but in his kestrell kindA pleasing vaine of glory vaine[526]did find,To which his flowing toung, and troublous sprightGaue him great ayd, and made him more inclind:He that braue steed there finding ready dight,Purloynd both steed and speare, and ran away full light.

The whiles a losell wandring by the way,iv

One that to bountie neuer cast his mind,

Ne thought of honour euer did assay

His baser brest, but in his kestrell kind

A pleasing vaine of glory vaine[526]did find,

To which his flowing toung, and troublous spright

Gaue him great ayd, and made him more inclind:

He that braue steed there finding ready dight,

Purloynd both steed and speare, and ran away full light.

Now gan his hart all swell in iollitie,vAnd of him selfe great hope and helpe conceiu’d,That puffed vp with smoke of vanitie,And with selfe-loued personage deceiu’d,He gan to hope, of men to be receiu’dFor such, as he him thought, or faine would bee:But for in court gay portaunce he perceiu’d,And gallant shew to be in greatest gree,Eftsoones to court he cast t’auaunce[527]his first degree.

Now gan his hart all swell in iollitie,v

And of him selfe great hope and helpe conceiu’d,

That puffed vp with smoke of vanitie,

And with selfe-loued personage deceiu’d,

He gan to hope, of men to be receiu’d

For such, as he him thought, or faine would bee:

But for in court gay portaunce he perceiu’d,

And gallant shew to be in greatest gree,

Eftsoones to court he cast t’auaunce[527]his first degree.

And by the way he chaunced to espyviOne sitting idle on a sunny bancke,To whom auaunting in great brauery,As Peacocke, that his painted plumes doth prancke,He smote his courser in the trembling flancke,And to him threatned his hart-thrilling speare:The seely man seeing him ryde so rancke,And ayme at him, fell flat to ground for feare,And crying Mercy lowd, his pitious hands gan reare.

And by the way he chaunced to espyvi

One sitting idle on a sunny bancke,

To whom auaunting in great brauery,

As Peacocke, that his painted plumes doth prancke,

He smote his courser in the trembling flancke,

And to him threatned his hart-thrilling speare:

The seely man seeing him ryde so rancke,

And ayme at him, fell flat to ground for feare,

And crying Mercy lowd, his pitious hands gan reare.

Thereat the Scarcrow wexed wondrous prowd,viiThrough fortune of his first aduenture faire,And with big thundring voyce reuyld him lowd;Vile Caytiue, vassall of dread and despaire,Vnworthie of the commune[528]breathed aire,Why liuest thou, dead dog, a lenger day,And doest not vnto death thy selfe prepaire.Dye, or thy selfe my captiue yield for ay;Great fauour I thee graunt, for aunswere thus to stay.Hold, O deare Lord, hold your dead-doing hand,viiiThen loud he cryde, I am your humble thrall.Ah wretch (quoth he) thy destinies withstandMy wrathfull will, and do for mercy call.I giue thee life: therefore prostrated fall,And kisse my stirrup; that thy homage bee.The Miser threw him selfe, as an Offall,Streight at his foot in base humilitee,And cleeped him his liege, to hold of him in fee.So happy peace they made and faire accord:ixEftsoones this liege-man gan to wexe more bold,And when he felt the folly of his Lord,In his owne kind he gan him selfe vnfold:For he was wylie witted, and growne oldIn cunning sleights and practick knauery.From[529]that day forth he cast for to vpholdHis idle humour with fine flattery[530],And blow the bellowes to his swelling vanity.Trompartfit man forBraggadocchio[531],xTo serue at court in view of vaunting eye;Vaine-glorious man, when fluttring wind does blowIn his light wings, is lifted vp to skye:The scorne of knighthood and trew cheualrye,To thinke without desert of gentle deed,And noble worth to be aduaunced hye:Such prayse is shame; but honour vertues meedDoth beare the fairest flowre in honorable seed.

Thereat the Scarcrow wexed wondrous prowd,vii

Through fortune of his first aduenture faire,

And with big thundring voyce reuyld him lowd;

Vile Caytiue, vassall of dread and despaire,

Vnworthie of the commune[528]breathed aire,

Why liuest thou, dead dog, a lenger day,

And doest not vnto death thy selfe prepaire.

Dye, or thy selfe my captiue yield for ay;

Great fauour I thee graunt, for aunswere thus to stay.

Hold, O deare Lord, hold your dead-doing hand,viiiThen loud he cryde, I am your humble thrall.Ah wretch (quoth he) thy destinies withstandMy wrathfull will, and do for mercy call.I giue thee life: therefore prostrated fall,And kisse my stirrup; that thy homage bee.The Miser threw him selfe, as an Offall,Streight at his foot in base humilitee,And cleeped him his liege, to hold of him in fee.

Hold, O deare Lord, hold your dead-doing hand,viii

Then loud he cryde, I am your humble thrall.

Ah wretch (quoth he) thy destinies withstand

My wrathfull will, and do for mercy call.

I giue thee life: therefore prostrated fall,

And kisse my stirrup; that thy homage bee.

The Miser threw him selfe, as an Offall,

Streight at his foot in base humilitee,

And cleeped him his liege, to hold of him in fee.

So happy peace they made and faire accord:ixEftsoones this liege-man gan to wexe more bold,And when he felt the folly of his Lord,In his owne kind he gan him selfe vnfold:For he was wylie witted, and growne oldIn cunning sleights and practick knauery.From[529]that day forth he cast for to vpholdHis idle humour with fine flattery[530],And blow the bellowes to his swelling vanity.

So happy peace they made and faire accord:ix

Eftsoones this liege-man gan to wexe more bold,

And when he felt the folly of his Lord,

In his owne kind he gan him selfe vnfold:

For he was wylie witted, and growne old

In cunning sleights and practick knauery.

From[529]that day forth he cast for to vphold

His idle humour with fine flattery[530],

And blow the bellowes to his swelling vanity.

Trompartfit man forBraggadocchio[531],xTo serue at court in view of vaunting eye;Vaine-glorious man, when fluttring wind does blowIn his light wings, is lifted vp to skye:The scorne of knighthood and trew cheualrye,To thinke without desert of gentle deed,And noble worth to be aduaunced hye:Such prayse is shame; but honour vertues meedDoth beare the fairest flowre in honorable seed.

Trompartfit man forBraggadocchio[531],x

To serue at court in view of vaunting eye;

Vaine-glorious man, when fluttring wind does blow

In his light wings, is lifted vp to skye:

The scorne of knighthood and trew cheualrye,

To thinke without desert of gentle deed,

And noble worth to be aduaunced hye:

Such prayse is shame; but honour vertues meed

Doth beare the fairest flowre in honorable seed.

So forth they pas, a well consorted paire,xiTill that at length withArchimagethey meet:Who seeing one that shone in armour faire,On goodly courser[532]thundring with his feet,Eftsoones supposed him a person meet,Of his reuenge to make the instrument:For since theRedcrosseknight he earst did weet,To beene withGuyonknit in one consent,The ill, which earst to him, he now toGuyonment.And comming close toTrompartgan inquerexiiOf him, what mighty warriour that mote bee,That rode in golden sell with single spere,But wanted sword to wreake his enmitee.He is a great aduenturer, (said he)That hath his sword through hard assay forgone,And now hath vowd, till he auenged bee,Of that despight, neuer to wearen none;That speare is him enough to doen a thousand grone.Th’enchaunter greatly ioyed in the vaunt,xiiiAnd weened well ere long his will to win,And both his foen with equall foyle to daunt.Tho to him louting lowly, did beginTo plaine of wrongs, which had committed binByGuyon, and by that falseRedcrosseknight,Which two through treason and deceiptfull gin,Had slaine SirMordant, and his Lady bright:That mote him honour win, to wreake so foule despight.Therewith all suddeinly he seemd enraged,xivAnd threatned death with dreadfull countenaunce,As if their liues had in his hand beene gaged;And with stiffe force shaking his mortall launce,To let him weet his doughtie valiaunce,Thus said; Old man, great sure shalbe thy meed,If where those knights for feare of dew vengeaunceDo lurke, thou certainly to me areed,That I may wreake on them their hainous hatefull deed.

So forth they pas, a well consorted paire,xi

Till that at length withArchimagethey meet:

Who seeing one that shone in armour faire,

On goodly courser[532]thundring with his feet,

Eftsoones supposed him a person meet,

Of his reuenge to make the instrument:

For since theRedcrosseknight he earst did weet,

To beene withGuyonknit in one consent,

The ill, which earst to him, he now toGuyonment.

And comming close toTrompartgan inquerexiiOf him, what mighty warriour that mote bee,That rode in golden sell with single spere,But wanted sword to wreake his enmitee.He is a great aduenturer, (said he)That hath his sword through hard assay forgone,And now hath vowd, till he auenged bee,Of that despight, neuer to wearen none;That speare is him enough to doen a thousand grone.

And comming close toTrompartgan inquerexii

Of him, what mighty warriour that mote bee,

That rode in golden sell with single spere,

But wanted sword to wreake his enmitee.

He is a great aduenturer, (said he)

That hath his sword through hard assay forgone,

And now hath vowd, till he auenged bee,

Of that despight, neuer to wearen none;

That speare is him enough to doen a thousand grone.

Th’enchaunter greatly ioyed in the vaunt,xiiiAnd weened well ere long his will to win,And both his foen with equall foyle to daunt.Tho to him louting lowly, did beginTo plaine of wrongs, which had committed binByGuyon, and by that falseRedcrosseknight,Which two through treason and deceiptfull gin,Had slaine SirMordant, and his Lady bright:That mote him honour win, to wreake so foule despight.

Th’enchaunter greatly ioyed in the vaunt,xiii

And weened well ere long his will to win,

And both his foen with equall foyle to daunt.

Tho to him louting lowly, did begin

To plaine of wrongs, which had committed bin

ByGuyon, and by that falseRedcrosseknight,

Which two through treason and deceiptfull gin,

Had slaine SirMordant, and his Lady bright:

That mote him honour win, to wreake so foule despight.

Therewith all suddeinly he seemd enraged,xivAnd threatned death with dreadfull countenaunce,As if their liues had in his hand beene gaged;And with stiffe force shaking his mortall launce,To let him weet his doughtie valiaunce,Thus said; Old man, great sure shalbe thy meed,If where those knights for feare of dew vengeaunceDo lurke, thou certainly to me areed,That I may wreake on them their hainous hatefull deed.

Therewith all suddeinly he seemd enraged,xiv

And threatned death with dreadfull countenaunce,

As if their liues had in his hand beene gaged;

And with stiffe force shaking his mortall launce,

To let him weet his doughtie valiaunce,

Thus said; Old man, great sure shalbe thy meed,

If where those knights for feare of dew vengeaunce

Do lurke, thou certainly to me areed,

That I may wreake on them their hainous hatefull deed.

Certes, my Lord, (said he) that shall I soone,xvAnd giue you eke good helpe to their decay,But mote I wisely you aduise to doon;Giue no ods to your foes, but do puruayYour selfe of sword before that bloudy day:For they be two the prowest knights on ground,And oft approu’d in many hard assay,And eke of surest steele, that may be found,Do arme your selfe against that day, them to confound.Dotard (said he) let be thy deepe aduise;xviSeemes that through many yeares thy wits thee faile,And that weake eld hath left thee nothing wise,Else neuer should thy iudgement be so fraile,To measure manhood by the sword or maile.Is not enough foure quarters of a man,Withouten sword or shield, an host to quaile?Thou little wotest, what this right hand can:Speake they, which haue beheld the battailes, which it wan.The man was much abashed at his boast;xviiYet well he wist, that who so would contendWith either of those knights on euen coast,Should need of all his armes, him to defend;Yet feared least his boldnesse should offend,WhenBraggadocchiosaid, Once I did sweare,When with one sword seuen knights I brought to end,Thence forth in battell neuer sword to beare,But it were that, which noblest knight on earth doth weare.Perdie Sir knight, said then th’enchaunter bliue,xviiiThat shall I shortly purchase to your hond:For now the best and noblest knight aliuePrinceArthuris, that wonnes in Faerie lond;He hath a sword, that flames like burning brond.The same by my deuice[533]I vndertakeShall by to morrow by thy side be fond.At which bold word that boaster gan to quake,And wondred in his mind, what mote that monster make.

Certes, my Lord, (said he) that shall I soone,xv

And giue you eke good helpe to their decay,

But mote I wisely you aduise to doon;

Giue no ods to your foes, but do puruay

Your selfe of sword before that bloudy day:

For they be two the prowest knights on ground,

And oft approu’d in many hard assay,

And eke of surest steele, that may be found,

Do arme your selfe against that day, them to confound.

Dotard (said he) let be thy deepe aduise;xviSeemes that through many yeares thy wits thee faile,And that weake eld hath left thee nothing wise,Else neuer should thy iudgement be so fraile,To measure manhood by the sword or maile.Is not enough foure quarters of a man,Withouten sword or shield, an host to quaile?Thou little wotest, what this right hand can:Speake they, which haue beheld the battailes, which it wan.

Dotard (said he) let be thy deepe aduise;xvi

Seemes that through many yeares thy wits thee faile,

And that weake eld hath left thee nothing wise,

Else neuer should thy iudgement be so fraile,

To measure manhood by the sword or maile.

Is not enough foure quarters of a man,

Withouten sword or shield, an host to quaile?

Thou little wotest, what this right hand can:

Speake they, which haue beheld the battailes, which it wan.

The man was much abashed at his boast;xviiYet well he wist, that who so would contendWith either of those knights on euen coast,Should need of all his armes, him to defend;Yet feared least his boldnesse should offend,WhenBraggadocchiosaid, Once I did sweare,When with one sword seuen knights I brought to end,Thence forth in battell neuer sword to beare,But it were that, which noblest knight on earth doth weare.

The man was much abashed at his boast;xvii

Yet well he wist, that who so would contend

With either of those knights on euen coast,

Should need of all his armes, him to defend;

Yet feared least his boldnesse should offend,

WhenBraggadocchiosaid, Once I did sweare,

When with one sword seuen knights I brought to end,

Thence forth in battell neuer sword to beare,

But it were that, which noblest knight on earth doth weare.

Perdie Sir knight, said then th’enchaunter bliue,xviiiThat shall I shortly purchase to your hond:For now the best and noblest knight aliuePrinceArthuris, that wonnes in Faerie lond;He hath a sword, that flames like burning brond.The same by my deuice[533]I vndertakeShall by to morrow by thy side be fond.At which bold word that boaster gan to quake,And wondred in his mind, what mote that monster make.

Perdie Sir knight, said then th’enchaunter bliue,xviii

That shall I shortly purchase to your hond:

For now the best and noblest knight aliue

PrinceArthuris, that wonnes in Faerie lond;

He hath a sword, that flames like burning brond.

The same by my deuice[533]I vndertake

Shall by to morrow by thy side be fond.

At which bold word that boaster gan to quake,

And wondred in his mind, what mote that monster make.

He stayd not for more bidding, but awayxixWas suddein vanished out of his sight:The Northerne wind his wings did broad displayAt his commaund, and reared him vp lightFrom off the earth to take his aerie flight.They lookt about, but no where could espieTract of his foot: then dead through great affrightThey both nigh were, and each bad other flie:Both fled attonce, ne euer backe returned eie.Till that they come vnto a forrest greene,xxIn which they shrowd themselues from causelesse feare;Yet feare them followes still, where so they beene,Each trembling leafe, and whistling wind they heare,As ghastly bug their haire on end does[534]reare:Yet both doe striue their fearfulnesse to faine.At last they heard a horne, that shrilled cleareThroughout the wood, that ecchoed againe,And made the forrest ring, as it would riue in twaine.Eft through the thicke they heard one rudely rush;xxiWith noyse whereof he from his loftie steedDowne fell to ground, and crept into a bush,To hide his coward head from dying dreed.ButTrompartstoutly stayd to taken heed[535]Of what might hap. Eftsoone there stepped forthA goodly Ladie clad in hunters weed,That seemd to be a woman of great worth,And by her stately portance, borne of heauenly birth.Her face so faire as flesh it seemed not,xxiiBut heauenly pourtraict of bright Angels hew,Cleare as the skie, withouten blame or blot,Through goodly mixture of complexions dew;And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shewLike roses in a bed of lillies shed,The which ambrosiall odours from them threw,And gazers sense with double pleasure fed,Hable[536]to heale the sicke, and to reuiue the ded.

He stayd not for more bidding, but awayxix

Was suddein vanished out of his sight:

The Northerne wind his wings did broad display

At his commaund, and reared him vp light

From off the earth to take his aerie flight.

They lookt about, but no where could espie

Tract of his foot: then dead through great affright

They both nigh were, and each bad other flie:

Both fled attonce, ne euer backe returned eie.

Till that they come vnto a forrest greene,xxIn which they shrowd themselues from causelesse feare;Yet feare them followes still, where so they beene,Each trembling leafe, and whistling wind they heare,As ghastly bug their haire on end does[534]reare:Yet both doe striue their fearfulnesse to faine.At last they heard a horne, that shrilled cleareThroughout the wood, that ecchoed againe,And made the forrest ring, as it would riue in twaine.

Till that they come vnto a forrest greene,xx

In which they shrowd themselues from causelesse feare;

Yet feare them followes still, where so they beene,

Each trembling leafe, and whistling wind they heare,

As ghastly bug their haire on end does[534]reare:

Yet both doe striue their fearfulnesse to faine.

At last they heard a horne, that shrilled cleare

Throughout the wood, that ecchoed againe,

And made the forrest ring, as it would riue in twaine.

Eft through the thicke they heard one rudely rush;xxiWith noyse whereof he from his loftie steedDowne fell to ground, and crept into a bush,To hide his coward head from dying dreed.ButTrompartstoutly stayd to taken heed[535]Of what might hap. Eftsoone there stepped forthA goodly Ladie clad in hunters weed,That seemd to be a woman of great worth,And by her stately portance, borne of heauenly birth.

Eft through the thicke they heard one rudely rush;xxi

With noyse whereof he from his loftie steed

Downe fell to ground, and crept into a bush,

To hide his coward head from dying dreed.

ButTrompartstoutly stayd to taken heed[535]

Of what might hap. Eftsoone there stepped forth

A goodly Ladie clad in hunters weed,

That seemd to be a woman of great worth,

And by her stately portance, borne of heauenly birth.

Her face so faire as flesh it seemed not,xxiiBut heauenly pourtraict of bright Angels hew,Cleare as the skie, withouten blame or blot,Through goodly mixture of complexions dew;And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shewLike roses in a bed of lillies shed,The which ambrosiall odours from them threw,And gazers sense with double pleasure fed,Hable[536]to heale the sicke, and to reuiue the ded.

Her face so faire as flesh it seemed not,xxii

But heauenly pourtraict of bright Angels hew,

Cleare as the skie, withouten blame or blot,

Through goodly mixture of complexions dew;

And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shew

Like roses in a bed of lillies shed,

The which ambrosiall odours from them threw,

And gazers sense with double pleasure fed,

Hable[536]to heale the sicke, and to reuiue the ded.

In her faire eyes two liuing lamps did flame,xxiiiKindled aboue at th’heauenly makers light,And darted fyrie beames out of the same,So passing persant[537], and so wondrous bright,That quite bereau’d the rash beholders sight:In them the blinded god his lustfull fireTo kindle oft assayd, but had no might;For with dredd[538]Maiestie, and awfull ire,She broke his wanton darts, and quenched base desire.Her iuorie forhead, full of bountie braue,xxivLike a broad table did it selfe dispred,For Loue his loftie triumphes to engraue,And write the battels of his great godhed:All good and honour might therein be red:For there their dwelling was. And when she spake,Sweet words, like dropping honny she did shed,And twixt the perles and rubins softly brakeA siluer sound, that heauenly musicke seemd to make.Vpon her eyelids many Graces sate,xxvVnder the shadow of her euen browes,Working belgards, and amorous retrate,And euery one her with a grace endowes:And euery one with meekenesse to her bowes.So glorious mirrhour of celestiall grace,And soueraine moniment of mortall vowes,How shall fraile pen descriue her heauenly face,For feare through want of skill her beautie to disgrace?So faire, and thousand thousand times more fairexxviShe seemd, when she presented was to sight,And was yclad, for heat of scorching aire,All in a silken Camus lylly whight,Purfled vpon with many a folded plight,Which all aboue besprinckled was throughout[539]With golden aygulets, that glistred bright,Like twinckling starres, and all the skirt aboutWas hemd with golden fringe

In her faire eyes two liuing lamps did flame,xxiii

Kindled aboue at th’heauenly makers light,

And darted fyrie beames out of the same,

So passing persant[537], and so wondrous bright,

That quite bereau’d the rash beholders sight:

In them the blinded god his lustfull fire

To kindle oft assayd, but had no might;

For with dredd[538]Maiestie, and awfull ire,

She broke his wanton darts, and quenched base desire.

Her iuorie forhead, full of bountie braue,xxivLike a broad table did it selfe dispred,For Loue his loftie triumphes to engraue,And write the battels of his great godhed:All good and honour might therein be red:For there their dwelling was. And when she spake,Sweet words, like dropping honny she did shed,And twixt the perles and rubins softly brakeA siluer sound, that heauenly musicke seemd to make.

Her iuorie forhead, full of bountie braue,xxiv

Like a broad table did it selfe dispred,

For Loue his loftie triumphes to engraue,

And write the battels of his great godhed:

All good and honour might therein be red:

For there their dwelling was. And when she spake,

Sweet words, like dropping honny she did shed,

And twixt the perles and rubins softly brake

A siluer sound, that heauenly musicke seemd to make.

Vpon her eyelids many Graces sate,xxvVnder the shadow of her euen browes,Working belgards, and amorous retrate,And euery one her with a grace endowes:And euery one with meekenesse to her bowes.So glorious mirrhour of celestiall grace,And soueraine moniment of mortall vowes,How shall fraile pen descriue her heauenly face,For feare through want of skill her beautie to disgrace?

Vpon her eyelids many Graces sate,xxv

Vnder the shadow of her euen browes,

Working belgards, and amorous retrate,

And euery one her with a grace endowes:

And euery one with meekenesse to her bowes.

So glorious mirrhour of celestiall grace,

And soueraine moniment of mortall vowes,

How shall fraile pen descriue her heauenly face,

For feare through want of skill her beautie to disgrace?

So faire, and thousand thousand times more fairexxviShe seemd, when she presented was to sight,And was yclad, for heat of scorching aire,All in a silken Camus lylly whight,Purfled vpon with many a folded plight,Which all aboue besprinckled was throughout[539]With golden aygulets, that glistred bright,Like twinckling starres, and all the skirt aboutWas hemd with golden fringe

So faire, and thousand thousand times more fairexxvi

She seemd, when she presented was to sight,

And was yclad, for heat of scorching aire,

All in a silken Camus lylly whight,

Purfled vpon with many a folded plight,

Which all aboue besprinckled was throughout[539]

With golden aygulets, that glistred bright,

Like twinckling starres, and all the skirt about

Was hemd with golden fringe

Below her ham her weed did somewhat traine,xxviiAnd her streight legs most brauely were embayldIn gilden buskins of costly Cordwaine,All bard with golden bendes, which were entayldWith curious antickes, and full faire aumayld:Before they fastned were vnder her kneeIn a rich Iewell, and therein entrayldThe ends[540]of all their[541]knots, that none might see,How they within their fouldings close enwrapped bee.Like two faire marble pillours they were[542]seene,xxviiiWhich doe the temple of the Gods support,Whom all the people decke with girlands greene,And honour in their festiuall resort;Those same with stately grace, and princely portShe taught to tread, when she her selfe would grace,But with the wooddie Nymphes when she did play[543],Or when the flying Libbard she did chace,She could them nimbly moue, and after fly apace.And in her hand a sharpe bore-speare she held,xxixAnd at her backe a bow and quiuer gay,Stuft with steele-headed darts, wherewith she queldThe saluage beastes in her victorious play,Knit with a golden bauldricke, which forelayAthwart her snowy brest, and did diuideHer daintie paps; which like young fruit in MayNow little gan to swell, and being tide,Through her thin weed their places only signifide.Her yellow lockes crisped, like golden wyre,xxxAbout her shoulders weren loosely shed,And when the winde emongst them did inspyre,They waued like a penon wide dispred[544],And low behinde her backe were scattered:And whether art it were, or heedlesse hap,As through the flouring forrest rash she fled,In her rude haires sweet flowres themselues did lap,And flourishing fresh leaues and blossomes did enwrap.

Below her ham her weed did somewhat traine,xxvii

And her streight legs most brauely were embayld

In gilden buskins of costly Cordwaine,

All bard with golden bendes, which were entayld

With curious antickes, and full faire aumayld:

Before they fastned were vnder her knee

In a rich Iewell, and therein entrayld

The ends[540]of all their[541]knots, that none might see,

How they within their fouldings close enwrapped bee.

Like two faire marble pillours they were[542]seene,xxviiiWhich doe the temple of the Gods support,Whom all the people decke with girlands greene,And honour in their festiuall resort;Those same with stately grace, and princely portShe taught to tread, when she her selfe would grace,But with the wooddie Nymphes when she did play[543],Or when the flying Libbard she did chace,She could them nimbly moue, and after fly apace.

Like two faire marble pillours they were[542]seene,xxviii

Which doe the temple of the Gods support,

Whom all the people decke with girlands greene,

And honour in their festiuall resort;

Those same with stately grace, and princely port

She taught to tread, when she her selfe would grace,

But with the wooddie Nymphes when she did play[543],

Or when the flying Libbard she did chace,

She could them nimbly moue, and after fly apace.

And in her hand a sharpe bore-speare she held,xxixAnd at her backe a bow and quiuer gay,Stuft with steele-headed darts, wherewith she queldThe saluage beastes in her victorious play,Knit with a golden bauldricke, which forelayAthwart her snowy brest, and did diuideHer daintie paps; which like young fruit in MayNow little gan to swell, and being tide,Through her thin weed their places only signifide.

And in her hand a sharpe bore-speare she held,xxix

And at her backe a bow and quiuer gay,

Stuft with steele-headed darts, wherewith she queld

The saluage beastes in her victorious play,

Knit with a golden bauldricke, which forelay

Athwart her snowy brest, and did diuide

Her daintie paps; which like young fruit in May

Now little gan to swell, and being tide,

Through her thin weed their places only signifide.

Her yellow lockes crisped, like golden wyre,xxxAbout her shoulders weren loosely shed,And when the winde emongst them did inspyre,They waued like a penon wide dispred[544],And low behinde her backe were scattered:And whether art it were, or heedlesse hap,As through the flouring forrest rash she fled,In her rude haires sweet flowres themselues did lap,And flourishing fresh leaues and blossomes did enwrap.

Her yellow lockes crisped, like golden wyre,xxx

About her shoulders weren loosely shed,

And when the winde emongst them did inspyre,

They waued like a penon wide dispred[544],

And low behinde her backe were scattered:

And whether art it were, or heedlesse hap,

As through the flouring forrest rash she fled,

In her rude haires sweet flowres themselues did lap,

And flourishing fresh leaues and blossomes did enwrap.

Such asDianaby the sandie shorexxxiOf swiftEurotas, or onCynthusgreene,Where all the Nymphes haue her vnwares forlore,Wandreth alone with bow and arrowes keene,To seeke her game: Or as that famous QueeneOfAmazons, whomPyrrhusdid destroy,The day that first ofPriameshe was seene,Did shew her selfe in great triumphant ioy,To succour the weake state of sad afflictedTroy.Such when as hartlesseTromparther did vew,xxxiiHe was dismayed in his coward mind,And doubted, whether he himselfe should shew,Or fly away, or bide alone behind:Both feare and hope he in her face did find,When she at last him spying thus bespake;Hayle Groome; didst not thou see a bleeding Hind,Whose right haunch earst my stedfast arrow strake?If thou didst, tell me, that I may her ouertake.Wherewith reviu’d, this answere forth he threw;xxxiiiO Goddesse, (for such I thee take to bee)For neither doth thy face terrestriall shew,Nor voyce sound mortall; I auow to thee,Such wounded beast, as that, I did not see,Sith earst into this forrest wild I came.But mote thy goodlyhed forgiue it mee,To weet, which of the Gods I shall thee name,That vnto thee due worship I may rightly frame.To whom she thus; but ere her words ensewed,xxxivVnto the bush her eye did suddein glaunce,In which vaineBraggadocchiowas mewed,And saw it stirre: she left her percing launce,And towards gan a deadly shaft aduaunce,In mind to marke the beast. At which sad stowre,Trompartforth stept, to stay the mortall chaunce,Out crying, O what euer heauenly powre,Or earthly wight thou be, withhold this deadly howre.

Such asDianaby the sandie shorexxxi

Of swiftEurotas, or onCynthusgreene,

Where all the Nymphes haue her vnwares forlore,

Wandreth alone with bow and arrowes keene,

To seeke her game: Or as that famous Queene

OfAmazons, whomPyrrhusdid destroy,

The day that first ofPriameshe was seene,

Did shew her selfe in great triumphant ioy,

To succour the weake state of sad afflictedTroy.

Such when as hartlesseTromparther did vew,xxxiiHe was dismayed in his coward mind,And doubted, whether he himselfe should shew,Or fly away, or bide alone behind:Both feare and hope he in her face did find,When she at last him spying thus bespake;Hayle Groome; didst not thou see a bleeding Hind,Whose right haunch earst my stedfast arrow strake?If thou didst, tell me, that I may her ouertake.

Such when as hartlesseTromparther did vew,xxxii

He was dismayed in his coward mind,

And doubted, whether he himselfe should shew,

Or fly away, or bide alone behind:

Both feare and hope he in her face did find,

When she at last him spying thus bespake;

Hayle Groome; didst not thou see a bleeding Hind,

Whose right haunch earst my stedfast arrow strake?

If thou didst, tell me, that I may her ouertake.

Wherewith reviu’d, this answere forth he threw;xxxiiiO Goddesse, (for such I thee take to bee)For neither doth thy face terrestriall shew,Nor voyce sound mortall; I auow to thee,Such wounded beast, as that, I did not see,Sith earst into this forrest wild I came.But mote thy goodlyhed forgiue it mee,To weet, which of the Gods I shall thee name,That vnto thee due worship I may rightly frame.

Wherewith reviu’d, this answere forth he threw;xxxiii

O Goddesse, (for such I thee take to bee)

For neither doth thy face terrestriall shew,

Nor voyce sound mortall; I auow to thee,

Such wounded beast, as that, I did not see,

Sith earst into this forrest wild I came.

But mote thy goodlyhed forgiue it mee,

To weet, which of the Gods I shall thee name,

That vnto thee due worship I may rightly frame.

To whom she thus; but ere her words ensewed,xxxivVnto the bush her eye did suddein glaunce,In which vaineBraggadocchiowas mewed,And saw it stirre: she left her percing launce,And towards gan a deadly shaft aduaunce,In mind to marke the beast. At which sad stowre,Trompartforth stept, to stay the mortall chaunce,Out crying, O what euer heauenly powre,Or earthly wight thou be, withhold this deadly howre.

To whom she thus; but ere her words ensewed,xxxiv

Vnto the bush her eye did suddein glaunce,

In which vaineBraggadocchiowas mewed,

And saw it stirre: she left her percing launce,

And towards gan a deadly shaft aduaunce,

In mind to marke the beast. At which sad stowre,

Trompartforth stept, to stay the mortall chaunce,

Out crying, O what euer heauenly powre,

Or earthly wight thou be, withhold this deadly howre.

O stay thy hand,[545]for yonder is no gamexxxvFor thy fierce arrowes, them to exercize,But loe my Lord, my liege, whose warlike name[546]Is farre renowmd through many bold emprize;And now in shade he shrowded yonder lies.She staid: with that he crauld out of his nest,Forth creeping on his caitiue hands and thies,And standing stoutly vp, his loftie crestDid fiercely shake, and rowze, as comming late from rest.As fearefull fowle, that long in secret cauexxxviFor dread of soaring hauke her selfe hath hid,Not caring how, her silly life to saue,She her gay painted plumes disorderid,Seeing at last her selfe from daunger rid,Peepes foorth,[547]and soone renewes her natiue pride;She gins her feathers foule disfiguredProudly to prune, and set on euery side,So shakes off shame, ne thinks how erst she did her hide.So when her goodly visage he beheld,xxxviiHe gan himselfe to vaunt: but when he vewedThose deadly tooles, which in her hand she held,Soone into other fits he was transmewed,Till she to him her gratious speach renewed;All haile, Sir knight, and well may thee befall,As all the like, which honour haue pursewedThrough deedes of armes and prowesse martiall;All vertue merits praise, but such the most of all.To whom he thus; O fairest vnder skie,xxxviiiTrue be thy words, and worthy of thy praise,That warlike feats doest highest glorifie.Therein haue I[548]spent all my youthly daies,And many battailes fought, and many fraiesThroughout the world, wher so they might be found,Endeuouring my dreadded name to raiseAboue the Moone, that fame may it resoundIn her eternall trompe, with laurell girland cround.

O stay thy hand,[545]for yonder is no gamexxxv

For thy fierce arrowes, them to exercize,

But loe my Lord, my liege, whose warlike name[546]

Is farre renowmd through many bold emprize;

And now in shade he shrowded yonder lies.

She staid: with that he crauld out of his nest,

Forth creeping on his caitiue hands and thies,

And standing stoutly vp, his loftie crest

Did fiercely shake, and rowze, as comming late from rest.

As fearefull fowle, that long in secret cauexxxviFor dread of soaring hauke her selfe hath hid,Not caring how, her silly life to saue,She her gay painted plumes disorderid,Seeing at last her selfe from daunger rid,Peepes foorth,[547]and soone renewes her natiue pride;She gins her feathers foule disfiguredProudly to prune, and set on euery side,So shakes off shame, ne thinks how erst she did her hide.

As fearefull fowle, that long in secret cauexxxvi

For dread of soaring hauke her selfe hath hid,

Not caring how, her silly life to saue,

She her gay painted plumes disorderid,

Seeing at last her selfe from daunger rid,

Peepes foorth,[547]and soone renewes her natiue pride;

She gins her feathers foule disfigured

Proudly to prune, and set on euery side,

So shakes off shame, ne thinks how erst she did her hide.

So when her goodly visage he beheld,xxxviiHe gan himselfe to vaunt: but when he vewedThose deadly tooles, which in her hand she held,Soone into other fits he was transmewed,Till she to him her gratious speach renewed;All haile, Sir knight, and well may thee befall,As all the like, which honour haue pursewedThrough deedes of armes and prowesse martiall;All vertue merits praise, but such the most of all.

So when her goodly visage he beheld,xxxvii

He gan himselfe to vaunt: but when he vewed

Those deadly tooles, which in her hand she held,

Soone into other fits he was transmewed,

Till she to him her gratious speach renewed;

All haile, Sir knight, and well may thee befall,

As all the like, which honour haue pursewed

Through deedes of armes and prowesse martiall;

All vertue merits praise, but such the most of all.

To whom he thus; O fairest vnder skie,xxxviiiTrue be thy words, and worthy of thy praise,That warlike feats doest highest glorifie.Therein haue I[548]spent all my youthly daies,And many battailes fought, and many fraiesThroughout the world, wher so they might be found,Endeuouring my dreadded name to raiseAboue the Moone, that fame may it resoundIn her eternall trompe, with laurell girland cround.

To whom he thus; O fairest vnder skie,xxxviii

True be thy words, and worthy of thy praise,

That warlike feats doest highest glorifie.

Therein haue I[548]spent all my youthly daies,

And many battailes fought, and many fraies

Throughout the world, wher so they might be found,

Endeuouring my dreadded name to raise

Aboue the Moone, that fame may it resound

In her eternall trompe, with laurell girland cround.

But what art thou, O Ladie, which doest raungexxxixIn this wilde forrest, where no pleasure is,And doest not it for ioyous court exchaunge,Emongst thine equall peres, where happie blisAnd all delight does raigne, much more then this?There thou maist loue, and dearely loued bee,And swim in pleasure, which thou here doest mis;There maist thou best be seene, and best maist see:The wood is fit for beasts, the court is fit for thee.Who so in pompe of proud estate (quoth she)xlDoes swim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis,Does waste his dayes in darke obscuritee,And in obliuion euer buried is:Where ease abounds, yt’s eath to doe amis;But who his limbs with labours, and his mindBehaues with cares, cannot so easie mis.Abroad in armes, at home in studious kindWho seekes with painfull toile, shall honor soonest find.In woods, in waues, in warres she wonts to dwell,xliAnd will be found with perill and with paine;Ne can the man, that moulds in idle cell,Vnto her happie mansion attaine:Before her gate high God did Sweat ordaine,And wakefull watches euer to abide:But easie is the way, and passage plaineTo pleasures pallace; it may soone be spide,And day and night her dores to all stand open wide.In Princes court, The rest she would haue said,xliiBut that the foolish man, fild with delightOf her sweet words, that all his sence dismaid,And with her wondrous beautie rauisht quight,Gan burne in filthy lust, and leaping light,Thought in his bastard armes her to embrace.With that she swaruing backe, her Iauelin brightAgainst him bent, and fiercely did menace:So turned her about, and fled away apace.

But what art thou, O Ladie, which doest raungexxxix

In this wilde forrest, where no pleasure is,

And doest not it for ioyous court exchaunge,

Emongst thine equall peres, where happie blis

And all delight does raigne, much more then this?

There thou maist loue, and dearely loued bee,

And swim in pleasure, which thou here doest mis;

There maist thou best be seene, and best maist see:

The wood is fit for beasts, the court is fit for thee.

Who so in pompe of proud estate (quoth she)xlDoes swim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis,Does waste his dayes in darke obscuritee,And in obliuion euer buried is:Where ease abounds, yt’s eath to doe amis;But who his limbs with labours, and his mindBehaues with cares, cannot so easie mis.Abroad in armes, at home in studious kindWho seekes with painfull toile, shall honor soonest find.

Who so in pompe of proud estate (quoth she)xl

Does swim, and bathes himselfe in courtly blis,

Does waste his dayes in darke obscuritee,

And in obliuion euer buried is:

Where ease abounds, yt’s eath to doe amis;

But who his limbs with labours, and his mind

Behaues with cares, cannot so easie mis.

Abroad in armes, at home in studious kind

Who seekes with painfull toile, shall honor soonest find.

In woods, in waues, in warres she wonts to dwell,xliAnd will be found with perill and with paine;Ne can the man, that moulds in idle cell,Vnto her happie mansion attaine:Before her gate high God did Sweat ordaine,And wakefull watches euer to abide:But easie is the way, and passage plaineTo pleasures pallace; it may soone be spide,And day and night her dores to all stand open wide.

In woods, in waues, in warres she wonts to dwell,xli

And will be found with perill and with paine;

Ne can the man, that moulds in idle cell,

Vnto her happie mansion attaine:

Before her gate high God did Sweat ordaine,

And wakefull watches euer to abide:

But easie is the way, and passage plaine

To pleasures pallace; it may soone be spide,

And day and night her dores to all stand open wide.

In Princes court, The rest she would haue said,xliiBut that the foolish man, fild with delightOf her sweet words, that all his sence dismaid,And with her wondrous beautie rauisht quight,Gan burne in filthy lust, and leaping light,Thought in his bastard armes her to embrace.With that she swaruing backe, her Iauelin brightAgainst him bent, and fiercely did menace:So turned her about, and fled away apace.

In Princes court, The rest she would haue said,xlii

But that the foolish man, fild with delight

Of her sweet words, that all his sence dismaid,

And with her wondrous beautie rauisht quight,

Gan burne in filthy lust, and leaping light,

Thought in his bastard armes her to embrace.

With that she swaruing backe, her Iauelin bright

Against him bent, and fiercely did menace:

So turned her about, and fled away apace.

Which when the Peasant saw, amazd he stood,xliiiAnd grieued[549]at her flight; yet durst he notPursew her steps, through wild vnknowen wood;Besides he feard her wrath, and threatned shotWhiles in the bush he lay, not yet forgot:Ne car’d he greatly for her presence vaine,But turning said toTrompart, What foule blotIs this to knight, that Ladie should againeDepart to woods vntoucht, and leaue so proud disdaine?Perdie (saidTrompart) let her passe at will,xlivLeast by her presence daunger mote befall.For who can tell (and sure I feare it ill)But that she is some powre celestiall?For whiles she spake, her great words did apallMy feeble courage, and my hart oppresse,That yet I quake and tremble ouer all.And I (saidBraggadocchio) thought no lesse,When first I heard her horne sound with such ghastlinesse.For from my mothers wombe this grace I hauexlvMe giuen by eternall destinie,That earthly thing may not my courage braueDismay with feare, or cause one[550]foot to flie,But either hellish feends, or powres on hie:Which was the cause, when earst that horne I heard,Weening it had beene thunder in the skie,I hid my selfe from it, as one affeard;But when I other knew, my selfe I boldly reard.But now for feare of worse, that may betide,xlviLet vs soone hence depart. They soone agree;So to his steed he got, and gan to ride,As one vnfit therefore, that all might seeHe had not trayned bene in cheualree.Which well that valiant courser did discerne;For he despysd to tread in dew degree,But chaufd and fom’d, with courage fierce and sterne,And to be easd of that base burden still did erne[551].

Which when the Peasant saw, amazd he stood,xliii

And grieued[549]at her flight; yet durst he not

Pursew her steps, through wild vnknowen wood;

Besides he feard her wrath, and threatned shot

Whiles in the bush he lay, not yet forgot:

Ne car’d he greatly for her presence vaine,

But turning said toTrompart, What foule blot

Is this to knight, that Ladie should againe

Depart to woods vntoucht, and leaue so proud disdaine?

Perdie (saidTrompart) let her passe at will,xlivLeast by her presence daunger mote befall.For who can tell (and sure I feare it ill)But that she is some powre celestiall?For whiles she spake, her great words did apallMy feeble courage, and my hart oppresse,That yet I quake and tremble ouer all.And I (saidBraggadocchio) thought no lesse,When first I heard her horne sound with such ghastlinesse.

Perdie (saidTrompart) let her passe at will,xliv

Least by her presence daunger mote befall.

For who can tell (and sure I feare it ill)

But that she is some powre celestiall?

For whiles she spake, her great words did apall

My feeble courage, and my hart oppresse,

That yet I quake and tremble ouer all.

And I (saidBraggadocchio) thought no lesse,

When first I heard her horne sound with such ghastlinesse.

For from my mothers wombe this grace I hauexlvMe giuen by eternall destinie,That earthly thing may not my courage braueDismay with feare, or cause one[550]foot to flie,But either hellish feends, or powres on hie:Which was the cause, when earst that horne I heard,Weening it had beene thunder in the skie,I hid my selfe from it, as one affeard;But when I other knew, my selfe I boldly reard.

For from my mothers wombe this grace I hauexlv

Me giuen by eternall destinie,

That earthly thing may not my courage braue

Dismay with feare, or cause one[550]foot to flie,

But either hellish feends, or powres on hie:

Which was the cause, when earst that horne I heard,

Weening it had beene thunder in the skie,

I hid my selfe from it, as one affeard;

But when I other knew, my selfe I boldly reard.

But now for feare of worse, that may betide,xlviLet vs soone hence depart. They soone agree;So to his steed he got, and gan to ride,As one vnfit therefore, that all might seeHe had not trayned bene in cheualree.Which well that valiant courser did discerne;For he despysd to tread in dew degree,But chaufd and fom’d, with courage fierce and sterne,And to be easd of that base burden still did erne[551].

But now for feare of worse, that may betide,xlvi

Let vs soone hence depart. They soone agree;

So to his steed he got, and gan to ride,

As one vnfit therefore, that all might see

He had not trayned bene in cheualree.

Which well that valiant courser did discerne;

For he despysd to tread in dew degree,

But chaufd and fom’d, with courage fierce and sterne,

And to be easd of that base burden still did erne[551].

FOOTNOTES:[525]ii 6 raught] rought1590:corr. F. E.[526]iv 5 glory vaine] glory he1590[527]v 9 aduaunce1590[528]vii 5 common1609[529]ix 7 From] For1596[530]8 slattery1590[531]x 1Braggadochio1590 &c.[532]xi 4 courser] course1590[533]xviii 6 deuice] aduise1596,1609[534]xx 5 does vnto them affeare1590: vntocorr. togreatlyin F. E.[535]xxi 5 heed,1590,1596[536]xxii 9 Able1609 passim[537]xxiii 4 pearceant1609[538]8 drad1609[539]xxvi 6 throughout,1590 &c.[540]xxvii 8 end1609[541]their] the1590[542]xxviii 1 were] did1590:corr. F. E.[543]7 play] sportconj. ed.Cf.II ii 7, 42,&c.[544]xxx 4 disspred1609[545]xxxv 1 hand1596: hand:1609[546]3 name,1590 &c.[547]xxxvi 6 forth,1590[548]xxxviii 4 haue I] I haue1590[549]xliii 2 greiued1596[550]xlv 4 one] on1590,1596[551]xlvi 9 yerne1609

[525]ii 6 raught] rought1590:corr. F. E.

[526]iv 5 glory vaine] glory he1590

[527]v 9 aduaunce1590

[528]vii 5 common1609

[529]ix 7 From] For1596

[530]8 slattery1590

[531]x 1Braggadochio1590 &c.

[532]xi 4 courser] course1590

[533]xviii 6 deuice] aduise1596,1609

[534]xx 5 does vnto them affeare1590: vntocorr. togreatlyin F. E.

[535]xxi 5 heed,1590,1596

[536]xxii 9 Able1609 passim

[537]xxiii 4 pearceant1609

[538]8 drad1609

[539]xxvi 6 throughout,1590 &c.

[540]xxvii 8 end1609

[541]their] the1590

[542]xxviii 1 were] did1590:corr. F. E.

[543]7 play] sportconj. ed.Cf.II ii 7, 42,&c.

[544]xxx 4 disspred1609

[545]xxxv 1 hand1596: hand:1609

[546]3 name,1590 &c.

[547]xxxvi 6 forth,1590

[548]xxxviii 4 haue I] I haue1590

[549]xliii 2 greiued1596

[550]xlv 4 one] on1590,1596

[551]xlvi 9 yerne1609

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