FOOTNOTES:

Cant. IIII.

Guyon does Furor bind in chaines,and stops Occasion:Deliuers Phedon[552], and thereforeby Strife[553]is rayld vpon.

Guyon does Furor bind in chaines,

and stops Occasion:

Deliuers Phedon[552], and therefore

by Strife[553]is rayld vpon.

In braue pursuit of honorable deed,iThere is I know not what[554]great differenceBetweene the vulgar and the noble seed,Which vnto things of valorous pretenceSeemes to be borne by natiue influence;As feates of armes, and loue to entertaine,But chiefly skill to ride, seemes a scienceProper to gentle bloud; some others faineTo menage steeds, as did this vaunter; but in vaine.But he the rightfull owner of that steed,iiWho well could menage and subdew his pride,The whiles on foot was forced for to yeed,With that blacke Palmer, his most trusty guide;Who suffred not his wandring feet to slide.But when strong passion, or weake fleshlinesseWould from the right way seeke to draw him wide,He would through temperance and stedfastnesse,Teach him the weake to strengthen, and the strong suppresse.It fortuned forth faring on his way,iiiHe saw from farre, or seemed for to seeSome troublous vprore or contentious fray,Whereto he drew in haste it to agree.A mad man, or that feigned mad to bee,Drew by the haire along vpon the ground,A handsome stripling with great crueltee,Whom sore he bett, and gor’d with many a wound,That cheekes with teares, and sides with bloud did all abound.

In braue pursuit of honorable deed,i

There is I know not what[554]great difference

Betweene the vulgar and the noble seed,

Which vnto things of valorous pretence

Seemes to be borne by natiue influence;

As feates of armes, and loue to entertaine,

But chiefly skill to ride, seemes a science

Proper to gentle bloud; some others faine

To menage steeds, as did this vaunter; but in vaine.

But he the rightfull owner of that steed,iiWho well could menage and subdew his pride,The whiles on foot was forced for to yeed,With that blacke Palmer, his most trusty guide;Who suffred not his wandring feet to slide.But when strong passion, or weake fleshlinesseWould from the right way seeke to draw him wide,He would through temperance and stedfastnesse,Teach him the weake to strengthen, and the strong suppresse.

But he the rightfull owner of that steed,ii

Who well could menage and subdew his pride,

The whiles on foot was forced for to yeed,

With that blacke Palmer, his most trusty guide;

Who suffred not his wandring feet to slide.

But when strong passion, or weake fleshlinesse

Would from the right way seeke to draw him wide,

He would through temperance and stedfastnesse,

Teach him the weake to strengthen, and the strong suppresse.

It fortuned forth faring on his way,iiiHe saw from farre, or seemed for to seeSome troublous vprore or contentious fray,Whereto he drew in haste it to agree.A mad man, or that feigned mad to bee,Drew by the haire along vpon the ground,A handsome stripling with great crueltee,Whom sore he bett, and gor’d with many a wound,That cheekes with teares, and sides with bloud did all abound.

It fortuned forth faring on his way,iii

He saw from farre, or seemed for to see

Some troublous vprore or contentious fray,

Whereto he drew in haste it to agree.

A mad man, or that feigned mad to bee,

Drew by the haire along vpon the ground,

A handsome stripling with great crueltee,

Whom sore he bett, and gor’d with many a wound,

That cheekes with teares, and sides with bloud did all abound.

And him behind, a wicked Hag did stalke,ivIn ragged robes, and filthy disaray,Her other leg was lame, that she no’te walke,[555]But on a staffe her feeble steps did stay;Her lockes, that loathly were and hoarie gray,Grew all afore, and loosely hong vnrold,But all behind was bald, and worne away,That none thereof could euer taken hold,And eke her face ill fauourd, full of wrinckles old.And euer as she went, her tongue did walkevIn foule reproch, and termes of vile despight,Prouoking him by her outrageous talke,To heape more vengeance on that wretched wight;Sometimes she raught him stones, wherwith to smite,Sometimes her staffe, though it her one leg were,Withouten which she could not go vpright;Ne any euill meanes she did forbeare,That might him moue to wrath, and indignation reare.The nobleGuyonmou’d with great remorse,viApproching, first the Hag did thrust away,And after adding more impetuous forse,His mightie hands did on the madman lay,And pluckt him backe; who all on fire streight way,Against him turning all his fell intent,With beastly brutish rage gan him assay,And smot, and bit, and kickt, and scratcht, and rent,And did he wist not what in his auengement.And sure he was a man of mickle might,viiHad he had gouernance, it well to guide:But when the franticke fit inflamd his spright,His force was vaine, and strooke more often wide,Then at the aymed marke, which he had eide:And oft himselfe he chaunst to hurt vnwares,Whilst reason blent through passion, nought descride,But as a blindfold Bull at randon fares,And where he hits, nought knowes, and whom he hurts, nought cares.

And him behind, a wicked Hag did stalke,iv

In ragged robes, and filthy disaray,

Her other leg was lame, that she no’te walke,[555]

But on a staffe her feeble steps did stay;

Her lockes, that loathly were and hoarie gray,

Grew all afore, and loosely hong vnrold,

But all behind was bald, and worne away,

That none thereof could euer taken hold,

And eke her face ill fauourd, full of wrinckles old.

And euer as she went, her tongue did walkevIn foule reproch, and termes of vile despight,Prouoking him by her outrageous talke,To heape more vengeance on that wretched wight;Sometimes she raught him stones, wherwith to smite,Sometimes her staffe, though it her one leg were,Withouten which she could not go vpright;Ne any euill meanes she did forbeare,That might him moue to wrath, and indignation reare.

And euer as she went, her tongue did walkev

In foule reproch, and termes of vile despight,

Prouoking him by her outrageous talke,

To heape more vengeance on that wretched wight;

Sometimes she raught him stones, wherwith to smite,

Sometimes her staffe, though it her one leg were,

Withouten which she could not go vpright;

Ne any euill meanes she did forbeare,

That might him moue to wrath, and indignation reare.

The nobleGuyonmou’d with great remorse,viApproching, first the Hag did thrust away,And after adding more impetuous forse,His mightie hands did on the madman lay,And pluckt him backe; who all on fire streight way,Against him turning all his fell intent,With beastly brutish rage gan him assay,And smot, and bit, and kickt, and scratcht, and rent,And did he wist not what in his auengement.

The nobleGuyonmou’d with great remorse,vi

Approching, first the Hag did thrust away,

And after adding more impetuous forse,

His mightie hands did on the madman lay,

And pluckt him backe; who all on fire streight way,

Against him turning all his fell intent,

With beastly brutish rage gan him assay,

And smot, and bit, and kickt, and scratcht, and rent,

And did he wist not what in his auengement.

And sure he was a man of mickle might,viiHad he had gouernance, it well to guide:But when the franticke fit inflamd his spright,His force was vaine, and strooke more often wide,Then at the aymed marke, which he had eide:And oft himselfe he chaunst to hurt vnwares,Whilst reason blent through passion, nought descride,But as a blindfold Bull at randon fares,And where he hits, nought knowes, and whom he hurts, nought cares.

And sure he was a man of mickle might,vii

Had he had gouernance, it well to guide:

But when the franticke fit inflamd his spright,

His force was vaine, and strooke more often wide,

Then at the aymed marke, which he had eide:

And oft himselfe he chaunst to hurt vnwares,

Whilst reason blent through passion, nought descride,

But as a blindfold Bull at randon fares,

And where he hits, nought knowes, and whom he hurts, nought cares.

His rude assault and rugged handelingviiiStraunge seemed to the knight, that aye with foeIn faire defence and goodly menagingOf armes was wont to fight, yet nathemoeWas he abashed now not fighting so,But more enfierced through his currish play,Him sternely grypt, and haling to and fro,To ouerthrow him strongly did assay,But ouerthrew himselfe vnwares, and lower lay.And being downe the villein sore did beat,ixAnd bruze with clownish fistes his manly face:And eke the Hag with many a bitter threat,Still cald vpon to kill him in the place.With whose reproch and odious menaceThe knight emboyling in his haughtie hart,Knit all his forces, and gan soone vnbraceHis grasping hold: so lightly did vpstart,And drew his deadly weapon, to maintaine his part.Which when the Palmer saw, he loudly cryde,xNot so, OGuyon, neuer thinke that soThat Monster can be maistred or destroyd:He is not[556], ah, he is not such a foe,As steele can wound, or strength can ouerthroe.That same isFuror, cursed cruell wight,That vnto knighthood workes much shame and woe;And that same Hag, his aged mother, hightOccasion, the root of all wrath and despight.With her, who so will ragingFurortame,xiMust first begin, and well her amenage:First her restraine from her reprochfull blame,And euill meanes, with which she doth enrageHer franticke sonne, and kindles his courage,Then when she is withdrawen, or strong withstood,It’s eath his idle furie to asswage,And calme the tempest of his passion wood;The bankes are ouerflowen, when stopped is the flood.

His rude assault and rugged handelingviii

Straunge seemed to the knight, that aye with foe

In faire defence and goodly menaging

Of armes was wont to fight, yet nathemoe

Was he abashed now not fighting so,

But more enfierced through his currish play,

Him sternely grypt, and haling to and fro,

To ouerthrow him strongly did assay,

But ouerthrew himselfe vnwares, and lower lay.

And being downe the villein sore did beat,ixAnd bruze with clownish fistes his manly face:And eke the Hag with many a bitter threat,Still cald vpon to kill him in the place.With whose reproch and odious menaceThe knight emboyling in his haughtie hart,Knit all his forces, and gan soone vnbraceHis grasping hold: so lightly did vpstart,And drew his deadly weapon, to maintaine his part.

And being downe the villein sore did beat,ix

And bruze with clownish fistes his manly face:

And eke the Hag with many a bitter threat,

Still cald vpon to kill him in the place.

With whose reproch and odious menace

The knight emboyling in his haughtie hart,

Knit all his forces, and gan soone vnbrace

His grasping hold: so lightly did vpstart,

And drew his deadly weapon, to maintaine his part.

Which when the Palmer saw, he loudly cryde,xNot so, OGuyon, neuer thinke that soThat Monster can be maistred or destroyd:He is not[556], ah, he is not such a foe,As steele can wound, or strength can ouerthroe.That same isFuror, cursed cruell wight,That vnto knighthood workes much shame and woe;And that same Hag, his aged mother, hightOccasion, the root of all wrath and despight.

Which when the Palmer saw, he loudly cryde,x

Not so, OGuyon, neuer thinke that so

That Monster can be maistred or destroyd:

He is not[556], ah, he is not such a foe,

As steele can wound, or strength can ouerthroe.

That same isFuror, cursed cruell wight,

That vnto knighthood workes much shame and woe;

And that same Hag, his aged mother, hight

Occasion, the root of all wrath and despight.

With her, who so will ragingFurortame,xiMust first begin, and well her amenage:First her restraine from her reprochfull blame,And euill meanes, with which she doth enrageHer franticke sonne, and kindles his courage,Then when she is withdrawen, or strong withstood,It’s eath his idle furie to asswage,And calme the tempest of his passion wood;The bankes are ouerflowen, when stopped is the flood.

With her, who so will ragingFurortame,xi

Must first begin, and well her amenage:

First her restraine from her reprochfull blame,

And euill meanes, with which she doth enrage

Her franticke sonne, and kindles his courage,

Then when she is withdrawen, or strong withstood,

It’s eath his idle furie to asswage,

And calme the tempest of his passion wood;

The bankes are ouerflowen, when stopped is the flood.

Therewith SirGuyonleft his first emprise,xiiAnd turning to that woman, fast her hentBy the hoare lockes, that hong before her eyes,And to the ground her threw: yet n’ould she stentHer bitter rayling and foule reuilement,But still prouokt her sonne to wreake her wrong;But nathelesse he did her still torment,And catching hold of her vngratious tong[557],Thereon an yron lock[558]did fasten firme and strong.Then when as vse of speach was from her reft,xiiiWith her two crooked handes she signes did make,And beckned him, the last helpe she had left:But he that last left helpe away did take,And both her hands fast bound vnto a stake,That she note stirre. Then gan her sonne to flieFull fast away, and did her quite forsake;ButGuyonafter him in haste did hie,And soone him ouertooke in sad perplexitie.In his strong armes he stiffely him embraste,xivWho him gainstriuing, nought at all preuaild:For all his power was vtterly defaste,And furious fits at earst quite weren quaild:Oft he re’nforst, and oft his forces fayld,Yet yield he would not, nor his rancour slacke.Then him to ground he cast, and rudely hayld,And both his hands fast bound behind his backe,And both his feet in fetters to an yron racke.With hundred yron chaines he did him bind,xvAnd hundred knots that did him sore constraine:Yet his great yron teeth he still did grind,And grimly gnash, threatning reuenge in vaine;His burning eyen, whom bloudie strakes did staine,Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of fire,And more for ranck despight, then for great paine,Shakt his long lockes, colourd like copper-wire,And bit his tawny beard to shew his raging ire.

Therewith SirGuyonleft his first emprise,xii

And turning to that woman, fast her hent

By the hoare lockes, that hong before her eyes,

And to the ground her threw: yet n’ould she stent

Her bitter rayling and foule reuilement,

But still prouokt her sonne to wreake her wrong;

But nathelesse he did her still torment,

And catching hold of her vngratious tong[557],

Thereon an yron lock[558]did fasten firme and strong.

Then when as vse of speach was from her reft,xiiiWith her two crooked handes she signes did make,And beckned him, the last helpe she had left:But he that last left helpe away did take,And both her hands fast bound vnto a stake,That she note stirre. Then gan her sonne to flieFull fast away, and did her quite forsake;ButGuyonafter him in haste did hie,And soone him ouertooke in sad perplexitie.

Then when as vse of speach was from her reft,xiii

With her two crooked handes she signes did make,

And beckned him, the last helpe she had left:

But he that last left helpe away did take,

And both her hands fast bound vnto a stake,

That she note stirre. Then gan her sonne to flie

Full fast away, and did her quite forsake;

ButGuyonafter him in haste did hie,

And soone him ouertooke in sad perplexitie.

In his strong armes he stiffely him embraste,xivWho him gainstriuing, nought at all preuaild:For all his power was vtterly defaste,And furious fits at earst quite weren quaild:Oft he re’nforst, and oft his forces fayld,Yet yield he would not, nor his rancour slacke.Then him to ground he cast, and rudely hayld,And both his hands fast bound behind his backe,And both his feet in fetters to an yron racke.

In his strong armes he stiffely him embraste,xiv

Who him gainstriuing, nought at all preuaild:

For all his power was vtterly defaste,

And furious fits at earst quite weren quaild:

Oft he re’nforst, and oft his forces fayld,

Yet yield he would not, nor his rancour slacke.

Then him to ground he cast, and rudely hayld,

And both his hands fast bound behind his backe,

And both his feet in fetters to an yron racke.

With hundred yron chaines he did him bind,xvAnd hundred knots that did him sore constraine:Yet his great yron teeth he still did grind,And grimly gnash, threatning reuenge in vaine;His burning eyen, whom bloudie strakes did staine,Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of fire,And more for ranck despight, then for great paine,Shakt his long lockes, colourd like copper-wire,And bit his tawny beard to shew his raging ire.

With hundred yron chaines he did him bind,xv

And hundred knots that did him sore constraine:

Yet his great yron teeth he still did grind,

And grimly gnash, threatning reuenge in vaine;

His burning eyen, whom bloudie strakes did staine,

Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of fire,

And more for ranck despight, then for great paine,

Shakt his long lockes, colourd like copper-wire,

And bit his tawny beard to shew his raging ire.

Thus when asGuyonFurorhad captiu’d,xviTurning about he saw that wretched Squire,Whom that mad man of life nigh late depriu’d,Lying on ground, all soild with bloud and mire:Whom when as he perceiued to respire,He gan to comfort, and his wounds to dresse.Being at last recured, he gan inquire,What hard mishap him brought to such distresse,And made that caitiues thral, the thral of wretchednesse.With hart then throbbing, and with watry eyes,xviiFaire Sir (quoth he) what man can shun the hap,That hidden lyes vnwares him to surpryse?[559]Misfortune waites aduantage to entrapThe man most warie in her whelming lap.So me weake wretch, of many weakest one[560],Vnweeting, and vnware of such mishap,She brought to mischiefe through occasion[561],Where this same wicked villein did me light vpon[562].It was a faithlesse Squire, that was the soursexviiiOf all my sorrow, and of these sad teares,With whom from tender dug of commune nourse,Attonce I was vpbrought, and eft when yearesMore rype vs reason lent to chose our Peares,Our selues in league of vowed loue we knit:In which we long time without gealous feares,Or[563]faultie thoughts continewd, as was fit;And for my part I vow, dissembled not a whit.It was my fortune commune to that age,xixTo loue a Ladie faire of great degree,The which was borne of noble parentage,And set in highest seat of dignitee,Yet seemd no lesse to loue, then loued to bee:Long I her seru’d, and found her faithfull still,Ne euer thing could cause vs disagree:Loue that two harts makes one,[564]makes eke one will:Each stroue to please, and others pleasure to fulfill.

Thus when asGuyonFurorhad captiu’d,xvi

Turning about he saw that wretched Squire,

Whom that mad man of life nigh late depriu’d,

Lying on ground, all soild with bloud and mire:

Whom when as he perceiued to respire,

He gan to comfort, and his wounds to dresse.

Being at last recured, he gan inquire,

What hard mishap him brought to such distresse,

And made that caitiues thral, the thral of wretchednesse.

With hart then throbbing, and with watry eyes,xviiFaire Sir (quoth he) what man can shun the hap,That hidden lyes vnwares him to surpryse?[559]Misfortune waites aduantage to entrapThe man most warie in her whelming lap.So me weake wretch, of many weakest one[560],Vnweeting, and vnware of such mishap,She brought to mischiefe through occasion[561],Where this same wicked villein did me light vpon[562].

With hart then throbbing, and with watry eyes,xvii

Faire Sir (quoth he) what man can shun the hap,

That hidden lyes vnwares him to surpryse?[559]

Misfortune waites aduantage to entrap

The man most warie in her whelming lap.

So me weake wretch, of many weakest one[560],

Vnweeting, and vnware of such mishap,

She brought to mischiefe through occasion[561],

Where this same wicked villein did me light vpon[562].

It was a faithlesse Squire, that was the soursexviiiOf all my sorrow, and of these sad teares,With whom from tender dug of commune nourse,Attonce I was vpbrought, and eft when yearesMore rype vs reason lent to chose our Peares,Our selues in league of vowed loue we knit:In which we long time without gealous feares,Or[563]faultie thoughts continewd, as was fit;And for my part I vow, dissembled not a whit.

It was a faithlesse Squire, that was the soursexviii

Of all my sorrow, and of these sad teares,

With whom from tender dug of commune nourse,

Attonce I was vpbrought, and eft when yeares

More rype vs reason lent to chose our Peares,

Our selues in league of vowed loue we knit:

In which we long time without gealous feares,

Or[563]faultie thoughts continewd, as was fit;

And for my part I vow, dissembled not a whit.

It was my fortune commune to that age,xixTo loue a Ladie faire of great degree,The which was borne of noble parentage,And set in highest seat of dignitee,Yet seemd no lesse to loue, then loued to bee:Long I her seru’d, and found her faithfull still,Ne euer thing could cause vs disagree:Loue that two harts makes one,[564]makes eke one will:Each stroue to please, and others pleasure to fulfill.

It was my fortune commune to that age,xix

To loue a Ladie faire of great degree,

The which was borne of noble parentage,

And set in highest seat of dignitee,

Yet seemd no lesse to loue, then loued to bee:

Long I her seru’d, and found her faithfull still,

Ne euer thing could cause vs disagree:

Loue that two harts makes one,[564]makes eke one will:

Each stroue to please, and others pleasure to fulfill.

My friend, hightPhilemon, I did partake[565]xxOf all my loue and all my priuitie;Who greatly ioyous seemed for my sake,And gratious to that Ladie, as to mee,Ne euer wight, that mote so welcome bee,As he to her, withouten blot or blame,Ne euer thing, that she could thinke or see,But vnto him she would impart the same:O wretched man, that would abuse so gentle Dame.At last such grace I found, and meanes I wrought,xxiThat I that Ladie to my spouse had wonne;Accord of friends, consent of parents sought,Affiance made, my happinesse begonne,There wanted nought but few rites to be donne,Which mariage make; that day too farre did seeme:Most ioyous man, on whom the shining Sunne[566]Did shew his face, my selfe I did esteeme,And that my falser friend did no lesse ioyous deeme.But ere[567]that wished day his beame disclosd,xxiiHe either enuying my toward good,Or of himselfe to treason ill disposd,[568]One day vnto me came in friendly mood,And told for secret how he vnderstoodThat Ladie whom I had to me assynd,Had both distaind her honorable blood,And eke the faith, which she to me did bynd;And therfore wisht me stay, till I more truth should fynd.The gnawing anguish and sharpe gelosy,xxiiiWhich his sad speech infixed in my brest,Ranckled so sore, and festred inwardly,That my engreeued mind could find no rest,Till that the truth thereof I did outwrest,And him besought by that same sacred bandBetwixt vs both, to counsell me the best.He then with solemne oath and plighted handAssur’d, ere long the truth to let me vnderstand.

My friend, hightPhilemon, I did partake[565]xx

Of all my loue and all my priuitie;

Who greatly ioyous seemed for my sake,

And gratious to that Ladie, as to mee,

Ne euer wight, that mote so welcome bee,

As he to her, withouten blot or blame,

Ne euer thing, that she could thinke or see,

But vnto him she would impart the same:

O wretched man, that would abuse so gentle Dame.

At last such grace I found, and meanes I wrought,xxiThat I that Ladie to my spouse had wonne;Accord of friends, consent of parents sought,Affiance made, my happinesse begonne,There wanted nought but few rites to be donne,Which mariage make; that day too farre did seeme:Most ioyous man, on whom the shining Sunne[566]Did shew his face, my selfe I did esteeme,And that my falser friend did no lesse ioyous deeme.

At last such grace I found, and meanes I wrought,xxi

That I that Ladie to my spouse had wonne;

Accord of friends, consent of parents sought,

Affiance made, my happinesse begonne,

There wanted nought but few rites to be donne,

Which mariage make; that day too farre did seeme:

Most ioyous man, on whom the shining Sunne[566]

Did shew his face, my selfe I did esteeme,

And that my falser friend did no lesse ioyous deeme.

But ere[567]that wished day his beame disclosd,xxiiHe either enuying my toward good,Or of himselfe to treason ill disposd,[568]One day vnto me came in friendly mood,And told for secret how he vnderstoodThat Ladie whom I had to me assynd,Had both distaind her honorable blood,And eke the faith, which she to me did bynd;And therfore wisht me stay, till I more truth should fynd.

But ere[567]that wished day his beame disclosd,xxii

He either enuying my toward good,

Or of himselfe to treason ill disposd,[568]

One day vnto me came in friendly mood,

And told for secret how he vnderstood

That Ladie whom I had to me assynd,

Had both distaind her honorable blood,

And eke the faith, which she to me did bynd;

And therfore wisht me stay, till I more truth should fynd.

The gnawing anguish and sharpe gelosy,xxiiiWhich his sad speech infixed in my brest,Ranckled so sore, and festred inwardly,That my engreeued mind could find no rest,Till that the truth thereof I did outwrest,And him besought by that same sacred bandBetwixt vs both, to counsell me the best.He then with solemne oath and plighted handAssur’d, ere long the truth to let me vnderstand.

The gnawing anguish and sharpe gelosy,xxiii

Which his sad speech infixed in my brest,

Ranckled so sore, and festred inwardly,

That my engreeued mind could find no rest,

Till that the truth thereof I did outwrest,

And him besought by that same sacred band

Betwixt vs both, to counsell me the best.

He then with solemne oath and plighted hand

Assur’d, ere long the truth to let me vnderstand.

Ere long with like againe he boorded mee,xxivSaying, he now had boulted all the floure,And that it was a groome of base degree,Which of my loue was partner Paramoure:Who vsed in a darkesome inner bowreHer oft to meet: which better to approue,He promised to bring me at that howre,When I should see, that would me nearer moue,And driue me to withdraw my blind abused loue.This gracelesse man for furtherance of his guile,xxvDid court the handmayd of my Lady deare,Who glad t’embosome his affection vile,Did all she might, more pleasing to appeare.One day to worke her to his will more neare,He woo’d her thus:Pryene(so she hight)What great despight doth fortune to thee beare,Thus lowly to abase thy beautie bright,That it should not deface all others lesser light?But if she had her least helpe to thee lent,xxviT’adorne thy forme according thy desart,Their blazing pride thou wouldest soone haue blent,And staynd their prayses with thy least good part;Ne should faireClaribellwith all her art,Though she thy Lady be, approch thee neare:For proofe thereof, this euening, as thou art,Aray thy selfe in her most gorgeous geare,That I may more delight in thy embracement deare.The Maiden proud through prayse, and mad through louexxviiHim hearkned to, and soone her selfe arayd,The whiles to me the treachour did remoueHis craftie engin, and as he had sayd,Me leading, in a secret corner layd,The sad spectatour of my Tragedie;Where left, he went, and his owne false part playd,Disguised like that groome of base degree,Whom he had feignd th’abuser of my loue to bee.

Ere long with like againe he boorded mee,xxiv

Saying, he now had boulted all the floure,

And that it was a groome of base degree,

Which of my loue was partner Paramoure:

Who vsed in a darkesome inner bowre

Her oft to meet: which better to approue,

He promised to bring me at that howre,

When I should see, that would me nearer moue,

And driue me to withdraw my blind abused loue.

This gracelesse man for furtherance of his guile,xxvDid court the handmayd of my Lady deare,Who glad t’embosome his affection vile,Did all she might, more pleasing to appeare.One day to worke her to his will more neare,He woo’d her thus:Pryene(so she hight)What great despight doth fortune to thee beare,Thus lowly to abase thy beautie bright,That it should not deface all others lesser light?

This gracelesse man for furtherance of his guile,xxv

Did court the handmayd of my Lady deare,

Who glad t’embosome his affection vile,

Did all she might, more pleasing to appeare.

One day to worke her to his will more neare,

He woo’d her thus:Pryene(so she hight)

What great despight doth fortune to thee beare,

Thus lowly to abase thy beautie bright,

That it should not deface all others lesser light?

But if she had her least helpe to thee lent,xxviT’adorne thy forme according thy desart,Their blazing pride thou wouldest soone haue blent,And staynd their prayses with thy least good part;Ne should faireClaribellwith all her art,Though she thy Lady be, approch thee neare:For proofe thereof, this euening, as thou art,Aray thy selfe in her most gorgeous geare,That I may more delight in thy embracement deare.

But if she had her least helpe to thee lent,xxvi

T’adorne thy forme according thy desart,

Their blazing pride thou wouldest soone haue blent,

And staynd their prayses with thy least good part;

Ne should faireClaribellwith all her art,

Though she thy Lady be, approch thee neare:

For proofe thereof, this euening, as thou art,

Aray thy selfe in her most gorgeous geare,

That I may more delight in thy embracement deare.

The Maiden proud through prayse, and mad through louexxviiHim hearkned to, and soone her selfe arayd,The whiles to me the treachour did remoueHis craftie engin, and as he had sayd,Me leading, in a secret corner layd,The sad spectatour of my Tragedie;Where left, he went, and his owne false part playd,Disguised like that groome of base degree,Whom he had feignd th’abuser of my loue to bee.

The Maiden proud through prayse, and mad through louexxvii

Him hearkned to, and soone her selfe arayd,

The whiles to me the treachour did remoue

His craftie engin, and as he had sayd,

Me leading, in a secret corner layd,

The sad spectatour of my Tragedie;

Where left, he went, and his owne false part playd,

Disguised like that groome of base degree,

Whom he had feignd th’abuser of my loue to bee.

Eftsoones he came vnto th’appointed place,xxviiiAnd with him broughtPryene,[569]rich arayd,InClaribellaesclothes. Her proper faceI not descerned[570]in that darkesome shade,But weend it was my loue, with whom he playd.Ah God, what horrour and tormenting griefeMy hart, my hands, mine eyes, and all assayd?Me liefer were ten thousand deathes[571]priefe,Then wound of gealous worme, and shame of such repriefe.I home returning, fraught with fowle despight,xxixAnd chawing vengeance all the way I went,Soone as my loathed loue appeard in sight,With wrathfull hand I slew her innocent;That after soone I dearely did lament:For when the cause of that outrageous deedeDemaunded, I made plaine and euident,Her faultie Handmayd, which that bale did breede,Confest, howPhilemonher wrought to chaunge her weede.Which when I heard, with horrible affrightxxxAnd hellish fury all enragd, I soughtVpon my selfe that vengeable despightTo punish: yet it better first I thought,To wreake my wrath on him, that first it wrought.ToPhilemon, false faytourPhilemonI cast to pay, that I so dearely bought;Of deadly drugs I gaue him drinke anon,And washt away his guilt with guiltie potion.Thus heaping crime on crime, and griefe on griefe,xxxiTo losse of loue adioyning losse of frend,I meant to purge both with a third mischiefe,And in my woes beginner it to end:That wasPryene; she did first offend,She last should smart: with which cruell intent,When I at her my murdrous blade did bend,She fled away with ghastly dreriment,And I pursewing my fell purpose, after went.

Eftsoones he came vnto th’appointed place,xxviii

And with him broughtPryene,[569]rich arayd,

InClaribellaesclothes. Her proper face

I not descerned[570]in that darkesome shade,

But weend it was my loue, with whom he playd.

Ah God, what horrour and tormenting griefe

My hart, my hands, mine eyes, and all assayd?

Me liefer were ten thousand deathes[571]priefe,

Then wound of gealous worme, and shame of such repriefe.

I home returning, fraught with fowle despight,xxixAnd chawing vengeance all the way I went,Soone as my loathed loue appeard in sight,With wrathfull hand I slew her innocent;That after soone I dearely did lament:For when the cause of that outrageous deedeDemaunded, I made plaine and euident,Her faultie Handmayd, which that bale did breede,Confest, howPhilemonher wrought to chaunge her weede.

I home returning, fraught with fowle despight,xxix

And chawing vengeance all the way I went,

Soone as my loathed loue appeard in sight,

With wrathfull hand I slew her innocent;

That after soone I dearely did lament:

For when the cause of that outrageous deede

Demaunded, I made plaine and euident,

Her faultie Handmayd, which that bale did breede,

Confest, howPhilemonher wrought to chaunge her weede.

Which when I heard, with horrible affrightxxxAnd hellish fury all enragd, I soughtVpon my selfe that vengeable despightTo punish: yet it better first I thought,To wreake my wrath on him, that first it wrought.ToPhilemon, false faytourPhilemonI cast to pay, that I so dearely bought;Of deadly drugs I gaue him drinke anon,And washt away his guilt with guiltie potion.

Which when I heard, with horrible affrightxxx

And hellish fury all enragd, I sought

Vpon my selfe that vengeable despight

To punish: yet it better first I thought,

To wreake my wrath on him, that first it wrought.

ToPhilemon, false faytourPhilemon

I cast to pay, that I so dearely bought;

Of deadly drugs I gaue him drinke anon,

And washt away his guilt with guiltie potion.

Thus heaping crime on crime, and griefe on griefe,xxxiTo losse of loue adioyning losse of frend,I meant to purge both with a third mischiefe,And in my woes beginner it to end:That wasPryene; she did first offend,She last should smart: with which cruell intent,When I at her my murdrous blade did bend,She fled away with ghastly dreriment,And I pursewing my fell purpose, after went.

Thus heaping crime on crime, and griefe on griefe,xxxi

To losse of loue adioyning losse of frend,

I meant to purge both with a third mischiefe,

And in my woes beginner it to end:

That wasPryene; she did first offend,

She last should smart: with which cruell intent,

When I at her my murdrous blade did bend,

She fled away with ghastly dreriment,

And I pursewing my fell purpose, after went.

Feare gaue her wings, and rage enforst my flight;xxxiiThrough woods and plaines so long I did her chace,Till this mad man, whom your victorious mightHath now fast bound, me met in middle space,As I her, so he me pursewd apace,And shortly ouertooke: I,[572]breathing yre,Sore chauffed at my stay in such a cace,And with my heat kindled his cruell fyre;Which kindled once, his mother did more rage inspyre.Betwixt them both, they haue me doen to dye,xxxiiiThrough wounds, and strokes, and stubborne handeling,That death were better, then such agony,As griefe and furie vnto me did bring;Of which in me yet stickes the mortall sting,That during life will neuer be appeasd.When he thus ended had his sorrowing,SaidGuyon, Squire, sore haue ye beene diseasd;But all your hurts may soone through temperance be easd.Then gan the Palmer thus, Most[573]wretched man,xxxivThat to affections does the bridle lend;In their beginning they are weake and wan,But soone through suff’rance grow to fearefull end;Whiles they are weake betimes with them contend:For when they once to perfect strength do grow,Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bendGainst fort of Reason, it to ouerthrow:Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue this Squire haue layd thus low.Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue do thus expell:xxxvWrath is a fire, and gealosie a weede,Griefe is a flood, and loue a monster fell;The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede,The flood of drops, the Monster filth did breede:But sparks, seed, drops, and filth do thus delay;The sparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed,[574]The drops dry vp, and filth wipe cleane away:So shall wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue dye and decay.

Feare gaue her wings, and rage enforst my flight;xxxii

Through woods and plaines so long I did her chace,

Till this mad man, whom your victorious might

Hath now fast bound, me met in middle space,

As I her, so he me pursewd apace,

And shortly ouertooke: I,[572]breathing yre,

Sore chauffed at my stay in such a cace,

And with my heat kindled his cruell fyre;

Which kindled once, his mother did more rage inspyre.

Betwixt them both, they haue me doen to dye,xxxiiiThrough wounds, and strokes, and stubborne handeling,That death were better, then such agony,As griefe and furie vnto me did bring;Of which in me yet stickes the mortall sting,That during life will neuer be appeasd.When he thus ended had his sorrowing,SaidGuyon, Squire, sore haue ye beene diseasd;But all your hurts may soone through temperance be easd.

Betwixt them both, they haue me doen to dye,xxxiii

Through wounds, and strokes, and stubborne handeling,

That death were better, then such agony,

As griefe and furie vnto me did bring;

Of which in me yet stickes the mortall sting,

That during life will neuer be appeasd.

When he thus ended had his sorrowing,

SaidGuyon, Squire, sore haue ye beene diseasd;

But all your hurts may soone through temperance be easd.

Then gan the Palmer thus, Most[573]wretched man,xxxivThat to affections does the bridle lend;In their beginning they are weake and wan,But soone through suff’rance grow to fearefull end;Whiles they are weake betimes with them contend:For when they once to perfect strength do grow,Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bendGainst fort of Reason, it to ouerthrow:Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue this Squire haue layd thus low.

Then gan the Palmer thus, Most[573]wretched man,xxxiv

That to affections does the bridle lend;

In their beginning they are weake and wan,

But soone through suff’rance grow to fearefull end;

Whiles they are weake betimes with them contend:

For when they once to perfect strength do grow,

Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bend

Gainst fort of Reason, it to ouerthrow:

Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue this Squire haue layd thus low.

Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue do thus expell:xxxvWrath is a fire, and gealosie a weede,Griefe is a flood, and loue a monster fell;The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede,The flood of drops, the Monster filth did breede:But sparks, seed, drops, and filth do thus delay;The sparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed,[574]The drops dry vp, and filth wipe cleane away:So shall wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue dye and decay.

Wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue do thus expell:xxxv

Wrath is a fire, and gealosie a weede,

Griefe is a flood, and loue a monster fell;

The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede,

The flood of drops, the Monster filth did breede:

But sparks, seed, drops, and filth do thus delay;

The sparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed,[574]

The drops dry vp, and filth wipe cleane away:

So shall wrath, gealosie, griefe, loue dye and decay.

Vnlucky Squire (saidGuyon) sith thou hastxxxviFalne into[575]mischiefe through intemperaunce,Henceforth take heede of that thou now hast past,And guide thy wayes with warie gouernaunce,Least worse betide thee by some later chaunce.But read how art thou nam’d, and of what kin.Phedon[576]I hight (quoth he) and do aduaunceMine auncestry from famousCoradin,Who first to rayse our house to honour did begin.Thus as he spake, lo far away they spydexxxviiA varlet running towards hastily,Whose flying feet so fast their way applyde,That round about a cloud of dust did fly,Which mingled all with sweate, did dim his eye.He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whot,And all so soyld, that none could him descry;His countenaunce was bold, and bashed notForGuyonslookes, but scornefull eyglaunce at him shot.Behind his backe he bore a brasen shield,xxxviiiOn which was drawen faire, in colours fit,A flaming fire in midst of bloudy field,And round about the wreath this word was writ,Burnt I do burne. Right well beseemed it,To be the shield of some redoubted knight;And in his hand two darts exceeding flit,And deadly sharpe he held, whose heads were dightIn poyson and in bloud, of malice and despight.When he in presence came, toGuyonfirstxxxixHe boldly spake, Sir knight, if knight thou bee,Abandon this forestalled place at erst,For feare of further harme, I counsell thee,Or bide the chaunce at thine owne ieoperdie.The knight at his great boldnesse wondered,And though he scornd his idle vanitie,Yet mildly him to purpose answered;For not to grow of nought he it coniectured.

Vnlucky Squire (saidGuyon) sith thou hastxxxvi

Falne into[575]mischiefe through intemperaunce,

Henceforth take heede of that thou now hast past,

And guide thy wayes with warie gouernaunce,

Least worse betide thee by some later chaunce.

But read how art thou nam’d, and of what kin.

Phedon[576]I hight (quoth he) and do aduaunce

Mine auncestry from famousCoradin,

Who first to rayse our house to honour did begin.

Thus as he spake, lo far away they spydexxxviiA varlet running towards hastily,Whose flying feet so fast their way applyde,That round about a cloud of dust did fly,Which mingled all with sweate, did dim his eye.He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whot,And all so soyld, that none could him descry;His countenaunce was bold, and bashed notForGuyonslookes, but scornefull eyglaunce at him shot.

Thus as he spake, lo far away they spydexxxvii

A varlet running towards hastily,

Whose flying feet so fast their way applyde,

That round about a cloud of dust did fly,

Which mingled all with sweate, did dim his eye.

He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whot,

And all so soyld, that none could him descry;

His countenaunce was bold, and bashed not

ForGuyonslookes, but scornefull eyglaunce at him shot.

Behind his backe he bore a brasen shield,xxxviiiOn which was drawen faire, in colours fit,A flaming fire in midst of bloudy field,And round about the wreath this word was writ,Burnt I do burne. Right well beseemed it,To be the shield of some redoubted knight;And in his hand two darts exceeding flit,And deadly sharpe he held, whose heads were dightIn poyson and in bloud, of malice and despight.

Behind his backe he bore a brasen shield,xxxviii

On which was drawen faire, in colours fit,

A flaming fire in midst of bloudy field,

And round about the wreath this word was writ,

Burnt I do burne. Right well beseemed it,

To be the shield of some redoubted knight;

And in his hand two darts exceeding flit,

And deadly sharpe he held, whose heads were dight

In poyson and in bloud, of malice and despight.

When he in presence came, toGuyonfirstxxxixHe boldly spake, Sir knight, if knight thou bee,Abandon this forestalled place at erst,For feare of further harme, I counsell thee,Or bide the chaunce at thine owne ieoperdie.The knight at his great boldnesse wondered,And though he scornd his idle vanitie,Yet mildly him to purpose answered;For not to grow of nought he it coniectured.

When he in presence came, toGuyonfirstxxxix

He boldly spake, Sir knight, if knight thou bee,

Abandon this forestalled place at erst,

For feare of further harme, I counsell thee,

Or bide the chaunce at thine owne ieoperdie.

The knight at his great boldnesse wondered,

And though he scornd his idle vanitie,

Yet mildly him to purpose answered;

For not to grow of nought he it coniectured.

Varlet, this place most dew to me I deeme,xlYielded by him, that held it forcibly.But whence should come that harme, which thou doest seemeTo threat to him, that minds his chaunce t’abye?Perdy (said he) here comes, and is hard byA knight of wondrous powre, and great assay,That neuer yet encountred enemy,But did him deadly daunt, or fowle dismay;Ne thou for better hope, if thou his presence stay.How hight he then (saidGuyon) and from whence?xliPyrochles[577]is his name, renowmed farreFor his bold feats and hardy confidence,Full oft approu’d in many a cruell warre,The brother ofCymochles, both which arreThe sonnes of oldAcratesandDespight,Acratessonne ofPhlegetonandIarre;ButPhlegetonis sonne ofHerebusandNight;ButHerebussonne ofAeternitieis hight.So from immortall race he does proceede,xliiThat mortall hands may not withstand his might,Drad for his derring do, and bloudy deed;For all in bloud and spoile is his delight.His am IAtin, his in wrong and right,That matter make for him to worke vpon,And stirre him vp to strife and cruell fight.Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon,Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion.His be that care, whom most it doth concerne,xliii(Said he) but whither with such hasty flightArt thou now bound? for well mote I discerneGreat cause, that carries thee so swift and light.My Lord (quoth he) me sent, and streight behightTo seekeOccasion,[578]where so she bee:For he is all disposd to bloudy fight,And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltie;Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardie.

Varlet, this place most dew to me I deeme,xl

Yielded by him, that held it forcibly.

But whence should come that harme, which thou doest seeme

To threat to him, that minds his chaunce t’abye?

Perdy (said he) here comes, and is hard by

A knight of wondrous powre, and great assay,

That neuer yet encountred enemy,

But did him deadly daunt, or fowle dismay;

Ne thou for better hope, if thou his presence stay.

How hight he then (saidGuyon) and from whence?xliPyrochles[577]is his name, renowmed farreFor his bold feats and hardy confidence,Full oft approu’d in many a cruell warre,The brother ofCymochles, both which arreThe sonnes of oldAcratesandDespight,Acratessonne ofPhlegetonandIarre;ButPhlegetonis sonne ofHerebusandNight;ButHerebussonne ofAeternitieis hight.

How hight he then (saidGuyon) and from whence?xli

Pyrochles[577]is his name, renowmed farre

For his bold feats and hardy confidence,

Full oft approu’d in many a cruell warre,

The brother ofCymochles, both which arre

The sonnes of oldAcratesandDespight,

Acratessonne ofPhlegetonandIarre;

ButPhlegetonis sonne ofHerebusandNight;

ButHerebussonne ofAeternitieis hight.

So from immortall race he does proceede,xliiThat mortall hands may not withstand his might,Drad for his derring do, and bloudy deed;For all in bloud and spoile is his delight.His am IAtin, his in wrong and right,That matter make for him to worke vpon,And stirre him vp to strife and cruell fight.Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon,Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion.

So from immortall race he does proceede,xlii

That mortall hands may not withstand his might,

Drad for his derring do, and bloudy deed;

For all in bloud and spoile is his delight.

His am IAtin, his in wrong and right,

That matter make for him to worke vpon,

And stirre him vp to strife and cruell fight.

Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon,

Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion.

His be that care, whom most it doth concerne,xliii(Said he) but whither with such hasty flightArt thou now bound? for well mote I discerneGreat cause, that carries thee so swift and light.My Lord (quoth he) me sent, and streight behightTo seekeOccasion,[578]where so she bee:For he is all disposd to bloudy fight,And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltie;Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardie.

His be that care, whom most it doth concerne,xliii

(Said he) but whither with such hasty flight

Art thou now bound? for well mote I discerne

Great cause, that carries thee so swift and light.

My Lord (quoth he) me sent, and streight behight

To seekeOccasion,[578]where so she bee:

For he is all disposd to bloudy fight,

And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltie;

Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardie.

Madman (said then the Palmer) that does seekexlivOccasionto wrath, and cause of strife;She comes vnsought, and shonned followes eke.Happy, who can abstaine, when Rancour rifeKindles Reuenge, and threats his rusty knife;Woe neuer wants, where euery cause is caught,And rashOccasionmakes vnquiet life.Then loe, where bound she sits, whom thou hast sought,(SaidGuyon,) let that message to thy Lord be brought.That when the varlet heard and saw, streight wayxlvHe wexed wondrous wroth, and said, Vile knight,That knights and knighthood doest with shame vpbray,And shewst th’ensample of thy childish might,With silly weake old woman thus to[579]fight.Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou got,And stoutly prou’d thy puissaunce here in sight;That shallPyrochleswell requite, I wot,And with thy bloud abolish so reprochfull blot.With that one of his thrillant darts he threw,xlviHeaded with ire and vengeable despight;The quiuering steele his aymed end well knew,And to his brest it selfe intended right:But he was warie, and ere it empightIn the meant marke, aduaunst his shield atweene,On which it seizing, no way enter might,But backe rebounding, left the forckhead keene;Eftsoones he fled away, and might no where be seene.

Madman (said then the Palmer) that does seekexliv

Occasionto wrath, and cause of strife;

She comes vnsought, and shonned followes eke.

Happy, who can abstaine, when Rancour rife

Kindles Reuenge, and threats his rusty knife;

Woe neuer wants, where euery cause is caught,

And rashOccasionmakes vnquiet life.

Then loe, where bound she sits, whom thou hast sought,

(SaidGuyon,) let that message to thy Lord be brought.

That when the varlet heard and saw, streight wayxlvHe wexed wondrous wroth, and said, Vile knight,That knights and knighthood doest with shame vpbray,And shewst th’ensample of thy childish might,With silly weake old woman thus to[579]fight.Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou got,And stoutly prou’d thy puissaunce here in sight;That shallPyrochleswell requite, I wot,And with thy bloud abolish so reprochfull blot.

That when the varlet heard and saw, streight wayxlv

He wexed wondrous wroth, and said, Vile knight,

That knights and knighthood doest with shame vpbray,

And shewst th’ensample of thy childish might,

With silly weake old woman thus to[579]fight.

Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou got,

And stoutly prou’d thy puissaunce here in sight;

That shallPyrochleswell requite, I wot,

And with thy bloud abolish so reprochfull blot.

With that one of his thrillant darts he threw,xlviHeaded with ire and vengeable despight;The quiuering steele his aymed end well knew,And to his brest it selfe intended right:But he was warie, and ere it empightIn the meant marke, aduaunst his shield atweene,On which it seizing, no way enter might,But backe rebounding, left the forckhead keene;Eftsoones he fled away, and might no where be seene.

With that one of his thrillant darts he threw,xlvi

Headed with ire and vengeable despight;

The quiuering steele his aymed end well knew,

And to his brest it selfe intended right:

But he was warie, and ere it empight

In the meant marke, aduaunst his shield atweene,

On which it seizing, no way enter might,

But backe rebounding, left the forckhead keene;

Eftsoones he fled away, and might no where be seene.

FOOTNOTES:[552]Arg. 3Phedon]Phaon1590[553]4strife1590,1596[554]i 2 (what)1590[555]iv 3 walke.1590,1596[556]x 4 He is not] He is no1590 &c.:corr. F. E.[557]xii 8 tongue1590: tongeF. E.[558]9 lock,1590,1596[559]xvii 3 surpryse1590,1596[560]6 one] wretch1590[561]8 occasion] her guilful trech1590[562]9 light vpon] wandring ketch1590[563]xviii 8 Or] Our1609[564]xix 8 one,] one;1596[565]xx 1 partake,1590,1596[566]xxi 7 Sunne,1590,1596[567]xxii 1 ere] ear1590[568]3 disposd1590,1596[569]xxviii 2Priene,1596[570]4 discerned1609[571]8 deathez1609[572]xxxii 6 I,] I1590,1596[573]xxxiv 1 most1590,1596[574]xxxv 7 outweed1590,1596[575]xxxvi 2 into] vnto1596[576]7Phedon]Phaon1590[577]xli 2Pyrrhochles1590 &c., passim:corr. F. E.[578]xliii 6Occasion;1590,1596[579]xlv 5 thus to] that did1590

[552]Arg. 3Phedon]Phaon1590

[553]4strife1590,1596

[554]i 2 (what)1590

[555]iv 3 walke.1590,1596

[556]x 4 He is not] He is no1590 &c.:corr. F. E.

[557]xii 8 tongue1590: tongeF. E.

[558]9 lock,1590,1596

[559]xvii 3 surpryse1590,1596

[560]6 one] wretch1590

[561]8 occasion] her guilful trech1590

[562]9 light vpon] wandring ketch1590

[563]xviii 8 Or] Our1609

[564]xix 8 one,] one;1596

[565]xx 1 partake,1590,1596

[566]xxi 7 Sunne,1590,1596

[567]xxii 1 ere] ear1590

[568]3 disposd1590,1596

[569]xxviii 2Priene,1596

[570]4 discerned1609

[571]8 deathez1609

[572]xxxii 6 I,] I1590,1596

[573]xxxiv 1 most1590,1596

[574]xxxv 7 outweed1590,1596

[575]xxxvi 2 into] vnto1596

[576]7Phedon]Phaon1590

[577]xli 2Pyrrhochles1590 &c., passim:corr. F. E.

[578]xliii 6Occasion;1590,1596

[579]xlv 5 thus to] that did1590

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