FOOTNOTES:

Cant. VI.

From lawlesse lust by wondrous gracefayre Vna is releast:Whom saluage nation does adore,and learnes her wise beheast.

From lawlesse lust by wondrous grace

fayre Vna is releast:

Whom saluage nation does adore,

and learnes her wise beheast.

As when a ship, that flyes faire vnder saile,iAn hidden rocke escaped hath vnwares,That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile,The Marriner yet halfe amazed staresAt perill past, and yet in[207]doubt ne daresTo ioy at his foole-happie ouersight:So doubly is distrest twixt ioy and caresThe dreadlesse courage[208]of this Elfin knight,Hauing escapt so sad ensamples in his sight.Yet sad he was that his too hastie speediiThe faireDuess’had forst him leaue behind;And yet more sad, thatVnahis deare dreedHer truth had staind with treason so vnkind;Yet crime in her could neuer creature find,But for his loue, and for her owne selfe sake,She wandred had from one to otherYnd,Him for to seeke, ne euer would forsake,Till her vnwares the fierceSansloydid ouertake.Who afterArchimagoesfowle defeat,iiiLed her away into a forrest wilde,And turning wrathfull fire to lustfull heat,With beastly sin thought her to haue defilde,And made the vassall of his pleasures vilde.Yet first he cast by treatie, and by traynes,Her to perswade, that stubborne fort to yilde:For greater conquest of hard loue he gaynes,That workes it to his will, then he that it constraines.

As when a ship, that flyes faire vnder saile,i

An hidden rocke escaped hath vnwares,

That lay in waite her wrack for to bewaile,

The Marriner yet halfe amazed stares

At perill past, and yet in[207]doubt ne dares

To ioy at his foole-happie ouersight:

So doubly is distrest twixt ioy and cares

The dreadlesse courage[208]of this Elfin knight,

Hauing escapt so sad ensamples in his sight.

Yet sad he was that his too hastie speediiThe faireDuess’had forst him leaue behind;And yet more sad, thatVnahis deare dreedHer truth had staind with treason so vnkind;Yet crime in her could neuer creature find,But for his loue, and for her owne selfe sake,She wandred had from one to otherYnd,Him for to seeke, ne euer would forsake,Till her vnwares the fierceSansloydid ouertake.

Yet sad he was that his too hastie speedii

The faireDuess’had forst him leaue behind;

And yet more sad, thatVnahis deare dreed

Her truth had staind with treason so vnkind;

Yet crime in her could neuer creature find,

But for his loue, and for her owne selfe sake,

She wandred had from one to otherYnd,

Him for to seeke, ne euer would forsake,

Till her vnwares the fierceSansloydid ouertake.

Who afterArchimagoesfowle defeat,iiiLed her away into a forrest wilde,And turning wrathfull fire to lustfull heat,With beastly sin thought her to haue defilde,And made the vassall of his pleasures vilde.Yet first he cast by treatie, and by traynes,Her to perswade, that stubborne fort to yilde:For greater conquest of hard loue he gaynes,That workes it to his will, then he that it constraines.

Who afterArchimagoesfowle defeat,iii

Led her away into a forrest wilde,

And turning wrathfull fire to lustfull heat,

With beastly sin thought her to haue defilde,

And made the vassall of his pleasures vilde.

Yet first he cast by treatie, and by traynes,

Her to perswade, that stubborne fort to yilde:

For greater conquest of hard loue he gaynes,

That workes it to his will, then he that it constraines.

With fawning wordes he courted her a while,ivAnd looking louely, and oft sighing sore,Her constant hart did tempt with diuerse guile:But wordes,[209]and lookes, and sighes she did abhore,As rocke of Diamond stedfast euermore.Yet for to feed his fyrie lustfull eye,He snatcht the vele, that hong her face before;Then gan her beautie shine, as brightest skye,And burnt his beastly hart t’efforce her chastitye.So when he saw his flatt’ring arts to fayle,vAnd subtile engines bet from batteree,With greedy force he gan the fort assayle,Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee,And win[210]rich spoile of ransackt chastetee.Ah heauens, that do this hideous act behold,And heauenly virgin thus outraged see,How can ye vengeance iust so long withhold,And hurle not flashing flames vpon that Paynim bold?The pitteous maiden carefull comfortlesse,viDoes throw out thrilling shriekes, and shrieking cryes,The last vaine helpe of womens great distresse,And with loud plaints importuneth the skyes,That molten starres do drop like weeping eyes;AndPhœbusflying so most shamefull sight,His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes,And hides for shame. What wit of mortall wightCan now deuise to quit a thrall from such a plight?Eternall prouidence exceeding thought,viiWhere none appeares can make her selfe a way:A wondrous way it for this Lady wrought,From Lyons clawes to pluck the griped pray.Her shrill outcryes and shriekes so loud did bray,That all the woodes and forestes did resownd;A troupe ofFaunesandSatyresfar awayWithin the wood were dauncing in a rownd,Whiles oldSyluanusslept in shady arber sownd.

With fawning wordes he courted her a while,iv

And looking louely, and oft sighing sore,

Her constant hart did tempt with diuerse guile:

But wordes,[209]and lookes, and sighes she did abhore,

As rocke of Diamond stedfast euermore.

Yet for to feed his fyrie lustfull eye,

He snatcht the vele, that hong her face before;

Then gan her beautie shine, as brightest skye,

And burnt his beastly hart t’efforce her chastitye.

So when he saw his flatt’ring arts to fayle,vAnd subtile engines bet from batteree,With greedy force he gan the fort assayle,Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee,And win[210]rich spoile of ransackt chastetee.Ah heauens, that do this hideous act behold,And heauenly virgin thus outraged see,How can ye vengeance iust so long withhold,And hurle not flashing flames vpon that Paynim bold?

So when he saw his flatt’ring arts to fayle,v

And subtile engines bet from batteree,

With greedy force he gan the fort assayle,

Whereof he weend possessed soone to bee,

And win[210]rich spoile of ransackt chastetee.

Ah heauens, that do this hideous act behold,

And heauenly virgin thus outraged see,

How can ye vengeance iust so long withhold,

And hurle not flashing flames vpon that Paynim bold?

The pitteous maiden carefull comfortlesse,viDoes throw out thrilling shriekes, and shrieking cryes,The last vaine helpe of womens great distresse,And with loud plaints importuneth the skyes,That molten starres do drop like weeping eyes;AndPhœbusflying so most shamefull sight,His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes,And hides for shame. What wit of mortall wightCan now deuise to quit a thrall from such a plight?

The pitteous maiden carefull comfortlesse,vi

Does throw out thrilling shriekes, and shrieking cryes,

The last vaine helpe of womens great distresse,

And with loud plaints importuneth the skyes,

That molten starres do drop like weeping eyes;

AndPhœbusflying so most shamefull sight,

His blushing face in foggy cloud implyes,

And hides for shame. What wit of mortall wight

Can now deuise to quit a thrall from such a plight?

Eternall prouidence exceeding thought,viiWhere none appeares can make her selfe a way:A wondrous way it for this Lady wrought,From Lyons clawes to pluck the griped pray.Her shrill outcryes and shriekes so loud did bray,That all the woodes and forestes did resownd;A troupe ofFaunesandSatyresfar awayWithin the wood were dauncing in a rownd,Whiles oldSyluanusslept in shady arber sownd.

Eternall prouidence exceeding thought,vii

Where none appeares can make her selfe a way:

A wondrous way it for this Lady wrought,

From Lyons clawes to pluck the griped pray.

Her shrill outcryes and shriekes so loud did bray,

That all the woodes and forestes did resownd;

A troupe ofFaunesandSatyresfar away

Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd,

Whiles oldSyluanusslept in shady arber sownd.

Who when they heard that pitteous strained voice,viiiIn hast forsooke their rurall meriment,And ran towards the far rebownded noyce,To weet, what wight so loudly did lament.Vnto the place they come incontinent:Whom when the raging Sarazin espide,A rude, misshapen[211], monstrous rablement,Whose like he neuer saw, he durst not bide,But got his ready steed, and fast away gan ride.The wyld woodgods arriued in the place,ixThere find the virgin dolefull[212]desolate,With ruffled rayments, and faire blubbred face,As her outrageous foe had left her late,And trembling yet through feare of former hate;All stand amazed at so vncouth sight,And gin to pittie her vnhappie state,All stand astonied at her beautie bright,In their rude eyes vnworthie of so wofull plight.She more amaz’d, in double dread doth dwell;xAnd euery tender part for feare does shake:As when a greedie Wolfe through hunger[213]fellA seely Lambe farre from the flocke does take,Of whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make,A Lyon spyes fast running towards him,The innocent pray in hast he does forsake,Which quit from death yet quakes in euery limWith chaunge of feare, to see the Lyon looke so grim.Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart,xiNe word to speake, ne ioynt to moue she had:The saluage nation feele her secret smart,And read her sorrow in her count’nance sad;Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad,And rusticke horror all a side doe lay,And gently grenning, shew a semblance gladTo comfort her, and feare to put away,Their backward bent knees teach her humbly to obay.

Who when they heard that pitteous strained voice,viii

In hast forsooke their rurall meriment,

And ran towards the far rebownded noyce,

To weet, what wight so loudly did lament.

Vnto the place they come incontinent:

Whom when the raging Sarazin espide,

A rude, misshapen[211], monstrous rablement,

Whose like he neuer saw, he durst not bide,

But got his ready steed, and fast away gan ride.

The wyld woodgods arriued in the place,ixThere find the virgin dolefull[212]desolate,With ruffled rayments, and faire blubbred face,As her outrageous foe had left her late,And trembling yet through feare of former hate;All stand amazed at so vncouth sight,And gin to pittie her vnhappie state,All stand astonied at her beautie bright,In their rude eyes vnworthie of so wofull plight.

The wyld woodgods arriued in the place,ix

There find the virgin dolefull[212]desolate,

With ruffled rayments, and faire blubbred face,

As her outrageous foe had left her late,

And trembling yet through feare of former hate;

All stand amazed at so vncouth sight,

And gin to pittie her vnhappie state,

All stand astonied at her beautie bright,

In their rude eyes vnworthie of so wofull plight.

She more amaz’d, in double dread doth dwell;xAnd euery tender part for feare does shake:As when a greedie Wolfe through hunger[213]fellA seely Lambe farre from the flocke does take,Of whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make,A Lyon spyes fast running towards him,The innocent pray in hast he does forsake,Which quit from death yet quakes in euery limWith chaunge of feare, to see the Lyon looke so grim.

She more amaz’d, in double dread doth dwell;x

And euery tender part for feare does shake:

As when a greedie Wolfe through hunger[213]fell

A seely Lambe farre from the flocke does take,

Of whom he meanes his bloudie feast to make,

A Lyon spyes fast running towards him,

The innocent pray in hast he does forsake,

Which quit from death yet quakes in euery lim

With chaunge of feare, to see the Lyon looke so grim.

Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart,xiNe word to speake, ne ioynt to moue she had:The saluage nation feele her secret smart,And read her sorrow in her count’nance sad;Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad,And rusticke horror all a side doe lay,And gently grenning, shew a semblance gladTo comfort her, and feare to put away,Their backward bent knees teach her humbly to obay.

Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart,xi

Ne word to speake, ne ioynt to moue she had:

The saluage nation feele her secret smart,

And read her sorrow in her count’nance sad;

Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad,

And rusticke horror all a side doe lay,

And gently grenning, shew a semblance glad

To comfort her, and feare to put away,

Their backward bent knees teach her humbly to obay.

The doubtfull Damzell dare not yet commitxiiHer single person to their barbarous truth,But still twixt feare and hope amazd does sit,Late learnd what harme to hastie trust ensu’th,They in compassion of her tender youth,And wonder of her beautie soueraine,Are wonne with pitty and vnwonted ruth,And all prostrate vpon the lowly plaine,Do kisse her feete, and fawne on her with count’nance faine.Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise,xiiiAnd yieldes her to extremitie of time;So from the ground she fearelesse doth arise,And walketh forth without suspect of crime:They all as glad, as birdes of ioyous Prime,Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round,Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme,And with greene braunches strowing all the ground,Do worship her, as Queene, with oliue girlond cround.And all the way their merry pipes they sound,xivThat all the woods with doubled[214]Eccho ring,And with their horned feet do weare the ground,Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant Spring.So towards oldSyluanusthey her bring;Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out,To weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning,And aged limbs on Cypresse stadle stout,And with an yuie twyne his wast[215]is girt about.Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad,xvOr[216]Bacchusmerry fruit they did inuent,OrCybelesfranticke rites haue made them mad;They drawing nigh, vnto their God presentThat flowre of faith and beautie excellent.The God himselfe vewing that mirrhour rare,Stood long amazd, and burnt in his intent;His owne faireDryopenow he thinkes not faire,AndPholoefowle, when her to this he doth compaire.

The doubtfull Damzell dare not yet commitxii

Her single person to their barbarous truth,

But still twixt feare and hope amazd does sit,

Late learnd what harme to hastie trust ensu’th,

They in compassion of her tender youth,

And wonder of her beautie soueraine,

Are wonne with pitty and vnwonted ruth,

And all prostrate vpon the lowly plaine,

Do kisse her feete, and fawne on her with count’nance faine.

Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise,xiiiAnd yieldes her to extremitie of time;So from the ground she fearelesse doth arise,And walketh forth without suspect of crime:They all as glad, as birdes of ioyous Prime,Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round,Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme,And with greene braunches strowing all the ground,Do worship her, as Queene, with oliue girlond cround.

Their harts she ghesseth by their humble guise,xiii

And yieldes her to extremitie of time;

So from the ground she fearelesse doth arise,

And walketh forth without suspect of crime:

They all as glad, as birdes of ioyous Prime,

Thence lead her forth, about her dauncing round,

Shouting, and singing all a shepheards ryme,

And with greene braunches strowing all the ground,

Do worship her, as Queene, with oliue girlond cround.

And all the way their merry pipes they sound,xivThat all the woods with doubled[214]Eccho ring,And with their horned feet do weare the ground,Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant Spring.So towards oldSyluanusthey her bring;Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out,To weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning,And aged limbs on Cypresse stadle stout,And with an yuie twyne his wast[215]is girt about.

And all the way their merry pipes they sound,xiv

That all the woods with doubled[214]Eccho ring,

And with their horned feet do weare the ground,

Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant Spring.

So towards oldSyluanusthey her bring;

Who with the noyse awaked, commeth out,

To weet the cause, his weake steps gouerning,

And aged limbs on Cypresse stadle stout,

And with an yuie twyne his wast[215]is girt about.

Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad,xvOr[216]Bacchusmerry fruit they did inuent,OrCybelesfranticke rites haue made them mad;They drawing nigh, vnto their God presentThat flowre of faith and beautie excellent.The God himselfe vewing that mirrhour rare,Stood long amazd, and burnt in his intent;His owne faireDryopenow he thinkes not faire,AndPholoefowle, when her to this he doth compaire.

Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad,xv

Or[216]Bacchusmerry fruit they did inuent,

OrCybelesfranticke rites haue made them mad;

They drawing nigh, vnto their God present

That flowre of faith and beautie excellent.

The God himselfe vewing that mirrhour rare,

Stood long amazd, and burnt in his intent;

His owne faireDryopenow he thinkes not faire,

AndPholoefowle, when her to this he doth compaire.

The woodborne people fall before her flat,xviAnd worship her as Goddesse of the wood;And oldSyluanusselfe bethinkes not, whatTo thinke of wight so faire, but gazing stood,In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly brood;Sometimes DameVenusselfe he seemes to see,ButVenusneuer had so sober mood;SometimesDianahe her takes to bee,But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins to her knee.By vew of her he ginneth to reuiuexviiHis ancient loue, and dearestCyparisse,And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue,How faire he was, and yet not faire to this,And how he slew with glauncing dart amisseA gentle Hynd, the which the louely boyDid loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse;For griefe whereof the lad n’ould after ioy,But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy.The wooddy Nymphes, faireHamadryadesxviiiHer to behold do thither runne apace,And all the troupe of light-footNaiades,Flocke all about to see her louely face:But when they vewed haue her heauenly grace,They enuie her in their malitious mind,And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace:But all theSatyresscorne their woody kind,And henceforth nothing faire, but her on earth they find.Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid,xixDid her content to please their feeble eyes,And long time with that saluage people staid,To gather breath in many miseries.During which time her gentle wit she plyes,To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine,And made her th’Image of Idolatryes;But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraineFrom her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn.

The woodborne people fall before her flat,xvi

And worship her as Goddesse of the wood;

And oldSyluanusselfe bethinkes not, what

To thinke of wight so faire, but gazing stood,

In doubt to deeme her borne of earthly brood;

Sometimes DameVenusselfe he seemes to see,

ButVenusneuer had so sober mood;

SometimesDianahe her takes to bee,

But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins to her knee.

By vew of her he ginneth to reuiuexviiHis ancient loue, and dearestCyparisse,And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue,How faire he was, and yet not faire to this,And how he slew with glauncing dart amisseA gentle Hynd, the which the louely boyDid loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse;For griefe whereof the lad n’ould after ioy,But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy.

By vew of her he ginneth to reuiuexvii

His ancient loue, and dearestCyparisse,

And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue,

How faire he was, and yet not faire to this,

And how he slew with glauncing dart amisse

A gentle Hynd, the which the louely boy

Did loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse;

For griefe whereof the lad n’ould after ioy,

But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy.

The wooddy Nymphes, faireHamadryadesxviiiHer to behold do thither runne apace,And all the troupe of light-footNaiades,Flocke all about to see her louely face:But when they vewed haue her heauenly grace,They enuie her in their malitious mind,And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace:But all theSatyresscorne their woody kind,And henceforth nothing faire, but her on earth they find.

The wooddy Nymphes, faireHamadryadesxviii

Her to behold do thither runne apace,

And all the troupe of light-footNaiades,

Flocke all about to see her louely face:

But when they vewed haue her heauenly grace,

They enuie her in their malitious mind,

And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace:

But all theSatyresscorne their woody kind,

And henceforth nothing faire, but her on earth they find.

Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid,xixDid her content to please their feeble eyes,And long time with that saluage people staid,To gather breath in many miseries.During which time her gentle wit she plyes,To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine,And made her th’Image of Idolatryes;But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraineFrom her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn.

Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid,xix

Did her content to please their feeble eyes,

And long time with that saluage people staid,

To gather breath in many miseries.

During which time her gentle wit she plyes,

To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine,

And made her th’Image of Idolatryes;

But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine

From her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn.

It fortuned a noble warlike knightxxBy iust occasion to that forrest came,To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right,From whence he tooke his well deserued name:He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame,And fild far landes with glorie of his might,Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame,And euer lou’d to fight for Ladies right,But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight.A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld,xxiBy straunge aduenture as it did betyde,And there begotten of a Lady myld,FaireThyamisthe daughter ofLabryde,That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tydeToTherion, a loose vnruly swayne;Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde,And chase the saluage beast with busie payne,Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in pleasures vayne.The forlorne mayd did with loues longing burne,xxiiAnd could not lacke her louers company,But to the wood she goes, to serue her turne,And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly,And followes other game and venery:A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to find,And kindling coles of lust in brutish eye,The loyall links of wedlocke did vnbind,And made her person thrall vnto his beastly kind.So long in secret cabin there he heldxxiiiHer captiue to his sensuall desire,Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld,And bore a boy vnto that saluage sire:Then home he suffred her for to retire,For ransome leauing him the late borne childe;Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire,He noursled[217]vp in life and manners wilde,Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde.

It fortuned a noble warlike knightxx

By iust occasion to that forrest came,

To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right,

From whence he tooke his well deserued name:

He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame,

And fild far landes with glorie of his might,

Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame,

And euer lou’d to fight for Ladies right,

But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight.

A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld,xxiBy straunge aduenture as it did betyde,And there begotten of a Lady myld,FaireThyamisthe daughter ofLabryde,That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tydeToTherion, a loose vnruly swayne;Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde,And chase the saluage beast with busie payne,Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in pleasures vayne.

A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld,xxi

By straunge aduenture as it did betyde,

And there begotten of a Lady myld,

FaireThyamisthe daughter ofLabryde,

That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tyde

ToTherion, a loose vnruly swayne;

Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde,

And chase the saluage beast with busie payne,

Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in pleasures vayne.

The forlorne mayd did with loues longing burne,xxiiAnd could not lacke her louers company,But to the wood she goes, to serue her turne,And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly,And followes other game and venery:A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to find,And kindling coles of lust in brutish eye,The loyall links of wedlocke did vnbind,And made her person thrall vnto his beastly kind.

The forlorne mayd did with loues longing burne,xxii

And could not lacke her louers company,

But to the wood she goes, to serue her turne,

And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly,

And followes other game and venery:

A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to find,

And kindling coles of lust in brutish eye,

The loyall links of wedlocke did vnbind,

And made her person thrall vnto his beastly kind.

So long in secret cabin there he heldxxiiiHer captiue to his sensuall desire,Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld,And bore a boy vnto that saluage sire:Then home he suffred her for to retire,For ransome leauing him the late borne childe;Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire,He noursled[217]vp in life and manners wilde,Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde.

So long in secret cabin there he heldxxiii

Her captiue to his sensuall desire,

Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld,

And bore a boy vnto that saluage sire:

Then home he suffred her for to retire,

For ransome leauing him the late borne childe;

Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire,

He noursled[217]vp in life and manners wilde,

Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde.

For all he taught the tender ymp, was butxxivTo banish cowardize and bastard feare;His trembling hand he would him force to putVpon the Lyon and the rugged Beare,And from the she Beares teats her whelps to teare;And eke wyld roring Buls he would him makeTo tame, and ryde their backes not made to beare;And the Robuckes in flight to ouertake,That euery beast for feare of him did fly and quake.Thereby so fearelesse, and so fell he grew,xxvThat his owne sire and maister of his guiseDid often tremble at his horrid vew,And oft for dread of hurt would him aduise,The angry beasts not rashly to despise,Nor too much to prouoke; for he would learneThe Lyon stoup to him in lowly wise,(A lesson hard) and make the Libbard sterneLeaue roaring, when in rage he for reuenge did earne.And for to make his powre approued more,xxviWyld beasts in yron yokes he would compell;The spotted Panther, and the tusked Bore,The Pardale swift, and the Tigre cruell;The Antelope, and Wolfe both fierce and fell[218];And them constraine in equall teme to draw.Such ioy he had, their stubborne harts to quell,And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw,That his beheast they feared, as a[219]tyrans law.His louing mother came vpon a dayxxviiVnto the woods, to see her little sonne;And chaunst vnwares to meet him in the way,After his sportes, and cruell pastime donne,When after him a Lyonesse did runne,That roaring all with rage, did lowd requereHer children deare, whom he away had wonne:The Lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare,And lull in rugged armes, withouten childish feare.

For all he taught the tender ymp, was butxxiv

To banish cowardize and bastard feare;

His trembling hand he would him force to put

Vpon the Lyon and the rugged Beare,

And from the she Beares teats her whelps to teare;

And eke wyld roring Buls he would him make

To tame, and ryde their backes not made to beare;

And the Robuckes in flight to ouertake,

That euery beast for feare of him did fly and quake.

Thereby so fearelesse, and so fell he grew,xxvThat his owne sire and maister of his guiseDid often tremble at his horrid vew,And oft for dread of hurt would him aduise,The angry beasts not rashly to despise,Nor too much to prouoke; for he would learneThe Lyon stoup to him in lowly wise,(A lesson hard) and make the Libbard sterneLeaue roaring, when in rage he for reuenge did earne.

Thereby so fearelesse, and so fell he grew,xxv

That his owne sire and maister of his guise

Did often tremble at his horrid vew,

And oft for dread of hurt would him aduise,

The angry beasts not rashly to despise,

Nor too much to prouoke; for he would learne

The Lyon stoup to him in lowly wise,

(A lesson hard) and make the Libbard sterne

Leaue roaring, when in rage he for reuenge did earne.

And for to make his powre approued more,xxviWyld beasts in yron yokes he would compell;The spotted Panther, and the tusked Bore,The Pardale swift, and the Tigre cruell;The Antelope, and Wolfe both fierce and fell[218];And them constraine in equall teme to draw.Such ioy he had, their stubborne harts to quell,And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw,That his beheast they feared, as a[219]tyrans law.

And for to make his powre approued more,xxvi

Wyld beasts in yron yokes he would compell;

The spotted Panther, and the tusked Bore,

The Pardale swift, and the Tigre cruell;

The Antelope, and Wolfe both fierce and fell[218];

And them constraine in equall teme to draw.

Such ioy he had, their stubborne harts to quell,

And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw,

That his beheast they feared, as a[219]tyrans law.

His louing mother came vpon a dayxxviiVnto the woods, to see her little sonne;And chaunst vnwares to meet him in the way,After his sportes, and cruell pastime donne,When after him a Lyonesse did runne,That roaring all with rage, did lowd requereHer children deare, whom he away had wonne:The Lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare,And lull in rugged armes, withouten childish feare.

His louing mother came vpon a dayxxvii

Vnto the woods, to see her little sonne;

And chaunst vnwares to meet him in the way,

After his sportes, and cruell pastime donne,

When after him a Lyonesse did runne,

That roaring all with rage, did lowd requere

Her children deare, whom he away had wonne:

The Lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare,

And lull in rugged armes, withouten childish feare.

The fearefull Dame all quaked at the sight,xxviiiAnd turning backe, gan fast to fly away,Vntill with loue reuokt from vaine affright,She hardly yet perswaded was to stay,And then to him these womanish words gan say;AhSatyrane, my dearling, and my ioy,For loue of me leaue off this dreadfull play;To dally thus with death, is no fit toy,Go find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet boy.In these and like delights of bloudy gamexxixHe trayned was, till ryper yeares he raught,And there abode, whilst any beast of nameWalkt in that forest, whom he had not taughtTo feare his force: and then his courage haughtDesird of forreine foemen to be knowne,And far abroad for straunge aduentures sought:In which his might was neuer ouerthrowne,But through all Faery lond his famous worth was blown.Yet euermore it was his manner faire,xxxAfter long labours and aduentures spent,Vnto those natiue woods for to repaire,To see his sire and ofspring auncient.And now he thither came for like intent;Where he vnwares the fairestVnafound,Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around,Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.He wondred at her wisedome heauenly rare,xxxiWhose like in womens wit he neuer knew;And when her curteous deeds he did compare,Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew,Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw,And ioyd to make proofe of her crueltieOn gentle Dame, so hurtlesse, and so trew:Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,And learnd her discipline of faith and veritie.

The fearefull Dame all quaked at the sight,xxviii

And turning backe, gan fast to fly away,

Vntill with loue reuokt from vaine affright,

She hardly yet perswaded was to stay,

And then to him these womanish words gan say;

AhSatyrane, my dearling, and my ioy,

For loue of me leaue off this dreadfull play;

To dally thus with death, is no fit toy,

Go find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet boy.

In these and like delights of bloudy gamexxixHe trayned was, till ryper yeares he raught,And there abode, whilst any beast of nameWalkt in that forest, whom he had not taughtTo feare his force: and then his courage haughtDesird of forreine foemen to be knowne,And far abroad for straunge aduentures sought:In which his might was neuer ouerthrowne,But through all Faery lond his famous worth was blown.

In these and like delights of bloudy gamexxix

He trayned was, till ryper yeares he raught,

And there abode, whilst any beast of name

Walkt in that forest, whom he had not taught

To feare his force: and then his courage haught

Desird of forreine foemen to be knowne,

And far abroad for straunge aduentures sought:

In which his might was neuer ouerthrowne,

But through all Faery lond his famous worth was blown.

Yet euermore it was his manner faire,xxxAfter long labours and aduentures spent,Vnto those natiue woods for to repaire,To see his sire and ofspring auncient.And now he thither came for like intent;Where he vnwares the fairestVnafound,Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around,Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.

Yet euermore it was his manner faire,xxx

After long labours and aduentures spent,

Vnto those natiue woods for to repaire,

To see his sire and ofspring auncient.

And now he thither came for like intent;

Where he vnwares the fairestVnafound,

Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,

Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around,

Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.

He wondred at her wisedome heauenly rare,xxxiWhose like in womens wit he neuer knew;And when her curteous deeds he did compare,Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew,Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw,And ioyd to make proofe of her crueltieOn gentle Dame, so hurtlesse, and so trew:Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,And learnd her discipline of faith and veritie.

He wondred at her wisedome heauenly rare,xxxi

Whose like in womens wit he neuer knew;

And when her curteous deeds he did compare,

Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew,

Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw,

And ioyd to make proofe of her crueltie

On gentle Dame, so hurtlesse, and so trew:

Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,

And learnd her discipline of faith and veritie.

But she all vowd vnto theRedcrosseknight,xxxiiHis wandring perill closely did lament,Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight,But her deare heart with anguish did torment,And all her wit in secret counsels spent,How to escape. At last in priuie wiseToSatyraneshe shewed her intent;Who glad to gain such fauour, gan deuise,How with that pensiue Maid he best might thence arise.So on a day when Satyres all were gone,xxxiiiTo do their seruice toSyluanusold,The gentle virgin left behind aloneHe led away with courage stout and bold.Too late it was, to Satyres to be told,Or euer hope recouer her againe:In vaine he seekes that hauing cannot hold.So fast he carried her with carefull paine,That they the woods[220]are past, and come now to the plaine.The better part now of the lingring day,xxxivThey traueild had, when as they farre espideA wearie wight forwandring by the way,And towards him they gan in hast to ride,To weet of newes, that did abroad betide,Or tydings of her knight of theRedcrosse.But he them spying, gan to turne aside,For feare as seemd, or for some feigned losse;More greedy they of newes, fast towards him do crosse.A silly man, in simple weedes forworne,xxxvAnd soild with dust of the long dried way;His sandales were with toilesome trauell torne,And face all tand with scorching sunny ray,As he had traueild many a sommers day,Through boyling sands ofArabieandYnde;And in his hand aIacobsstaffe, to stayHis wearie limbes vpon: and eke behind,His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind.

But she all vowd vnto theRedcrosseknight,xxxii

His wandring perill closely did lament,

Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight,

But her deare heart with anguish did torment,

And all her wit in secret counsels spent,

How to escape. At last in priuie wise

ToSatyraneshe shewed her intent;

Who glad to gain such fauour, gan deuise,

How with that pensiue Maid he best might thence arise.

So on a day when Satyres all were gone,xxxiiiTo do their seruice toSyluanusold,The gentle virgin left behind aloneHe led away with courage stout and bold.Too late it was, to Satyres to be told,Or euer hope recouer her againe:In vaine he seekes that hauing cannot hold.So fast he carried her with carefull paine,That they the woods[220]are past, and come now to the plaine.

So on a day when Satyres all were gone,xxxiii

To do their seruice toSyluanusold,

The gentle virgin left behind alone

He led away with courage stout and bold.

Too late it was, to Satyres to be told,

Or euer hope recouer her againe:

In vaine he seekes that hauing cannot hold.

So fast he carried her with carefull paine,

That they the woods[220]are past, and come now to the plaine.

The better part now of the lingring day,xxxivThey traueild had, when as they farre espideA wearie wight forwandring by the way,And towards him they gan in hast to ride,To weet of newes, that did abroad betide,Or tydings of her knight of theRedcrosse.But he them spying, gan to turne aside,For feare as seemd, or for some feigned losse;More greedy they of newes, fast towards him do crosse.

The better part now of the lingring day,xxxiv

They traueild had, when as they farre espide

A wearie wight forwandring by the way,

And towards him they gan in hast to ride,

To weet of newes, that did abroad betide,

Or tydings of her knight of theRedcrosse.

But he them spying, gan to turne aside,

For feare as seemd, or for some feigned losse;

More greedy they of newes, fast towards him do crosse.

A silly man, in simple weedes forworne,xxxvAnd soild with dust of the long dried way;His sandales were with toilesome trauell torne,And face all tand with scorching sunny ray,As he had traueild many a sommers day,Through boyling sands ofArabieandYnde;And in his hand aIacobsstaffe, to stayHis wearie limbes vpon: and eke behind,His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind.

A silly man, in simple weedes forworne,xxxv

And soild with dust of the long dried way;

His sandales were with toilesome trauell torne,

And face all tand with scorching sunny ray,

As he had traueild many a sommers day,

Through boyling sands ofArabieandYnde;

And in his hand aIacobsstaffe, to stay

His wearie limbes vpon: and eke behind,

His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind.

The knight approching nigh, of him inquerdxxxviTydings of warre, and of aduentures new;But warres, nor new aduentures none he herd.ThenVnagan to aske, if ought he knew,Or heard abroad of that her champion trew,That in his armour bare a croslet red.Aye me, Deare dame (quoth he) well may I rewTo tell the sad sight, which mine eies haue red:These eyes did see that knight both liuing and eke ded.That cruell word her tender hart so thrild,xxxviiThat suddein cold did runne[221]through euery vaine,And stony horrour all her sences fildWith dying fit, that downe she fell for paine.The knight her lightly reared vp againe,And comforted with curteous kind reliefe:Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaineThe further processe of her hidden griefe;The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur’d the chiefe.Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,xxxviiiThis fatall day, that shall I euer rew,To see two knights in trauell on my way(A sory sight) arraung’d in battell new,Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife,To see their blades so greedily imbrew,That drunke[222]with bloud, yet thristed[223]after life:What more? theRedcrosseknight was slaine with Paynim knife.Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee,xxxixAnd he the stoutest knight, that euer wonne?Ah dearest dame (quoth he) how might I seeThe thing, that might not be, and yet was donne?Where is (saidSatyrane) that Paynims sonne,That him of life, and vs of ioy hath reft?Not far away (quoth he[224]) he hence doth wonneForeby a fountaine, where I late him leftWashing his bloudy wounds, that through the steele were cleft.

The knight approching nigh, of him inquerdxxxvi

Tydings of warre, and of aduentures new;

But warres, nor new aduentures none he herd.

ThenVnagan to aske, if ought he knew,

Or heard abroad of that her champion trew,

That in his armour bare a croslet red.

Aye me, Deare dame (quoth he) well may I rew

To tell the sad sight, which mine eies haue red:

These eyes did see that knight both liuing and eke ded.

That cruell word her tender hart so thrild,xxxviiThat suddein cold did runne[221]through euery vaine,And stony horrour all her sences fildWith dying fit, that downe she fell for paine.The knight her lightly reared vp againe,And comforted with curteous kind reliefe:Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaineThe further processe of her hidden griefe;The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur’d the chiefe.

That cruell word her tender hart so thrild,xxxvii

That suddein cold did runne[221]through euery vaine,

And stony horrour all her sences fild

With dying fit, that downe she fell for paine.

The knight her lightly reared vp againe,

And comforted with curteous kind reliefe:

Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine

The further processe of her hidden griefe;

The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur’d the chiefe.

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,xxxviiiThis fatall day, that shall I euer rew,To see two knights in trauell on my way(A sory sight) arraung’d in battell new,Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife,To see their blades so greedily imbrew,That drunke[222]with bloud, yet thristed[223]after life:What more? theRedcrosseknight was slaine with Paynim knife.

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,xxxviii

This fatall day, that shall I euer rew,

To see two knights in trauell on my way

(A sory sight) arraung’d in battell new,

Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:

My fearefull flesh did tremble at their strife,

To see their blades so greedily imbrew,

That drunke[222]with bloud, yet thristed[223]after life:

What more? theRedcrosseknight was slaine with Paynim knife.

Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee,xxxixAnd he the stoutest knight, that euer wonne?Ah dearest dame (quoth he) how might I seeThe thing, that might not be, and yet was donne?Where is (saidSatyrane) that Paynims sonne,That him of life, and vs of ioy hath reft?Not far away (quoth he[224]) he hence doth wonneForeby a fountaine, where I late him leftWashing his bloudy wounds, that through the steele were cleft.

Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee,xxxix

And he the stoutest knight, that euer wonne?

Ah dearest dame (quoth he) how might I see

The thing, that might not be, and yet was donne?

Where is (saidSatyrane) that Paynims sonne,

That him of life, and vs of ioy hath reft?

Not far away (quoth he[224]) he hence doth wonne

Foreby a fountaine, where I late him left

Washing his bloudy wounds, that through the steele were cleft.

Therewith the knight thence marched forth in hast,xlWhilesVnawith huge heauinesse opprest,Could not for sorrow follow him so fast;And soone he came, as he the place had ghest,Whereas thatPaganproud him selfe did rest,In secret shadow by a fountaine side:Euen he it was, that earst would haue supprestFaireVna: whom whenSatyraneespide,With fowle reprochfull words he boldly him defide.And said, Arise thou cursed Miscreaunt,xliThat hast with knightlesse guile and trecherous trainFaire knighthood fowly shamed, and doest vauntThat good knight of theRedcrosseto haue slain:Arise, and with like treason now maintainThy guilty wrong, or else thee guilty yield.The Sarazin this hearing, rose amain,And catching vp in hast his three square shield,And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the field.And drawing nigh him said, Ah misborne Elfe,xliiIn euill houre thy foes thee hither sent,Anothers wrongs to wreake vpon thy selfe:Yet ill thou blamest me, for hauing blentMy name with guile and traiterous intent;ThatRedcrosseknight, perdie, I neuer slew,But had he beene, where earst his armes were lent,Th’enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew:But thou his errour shalt, I hope now prouen trew.Therewith they gan, both furious and fell,xliiiTo thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaileEach other bent his enimy to quell,That with their force they perst both plate and maile,And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile,That it would pitty any liuing eie.Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile;But floods of bloud could not them satisfie:Both hungred[225]after death: both chose to win, or die.

Therewith the knight thence marched forth in hast,xl

WhilesVnawith huge heauinesse opprest,

Could not for sorrow follow him so fast;

And soone he came, as he the place had ghest,

Whereas thatPaganproud him selfe did rest,

In secret shadow by a fountaine side:

Euen he it was, that earst would haue supprest

FaireVna: whom whenSatyraneespide,

With fowle reprochfull words he boldly him defide.

And said, Arise thou cursed Miscreaunt,xliThat hast with knightlesse guile and trecherous trainFaire knighthood fowly shamed, and doest vauntThat good knight of theRedcrosseto haue slain:Arise, and with like treason now maintainThy guilty wrong, or else thee guilty yield.The Sarazin this hearing, rose amain,And catching vp in hast his three square shield,And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the field.

And said, Arise thou cursed Miscreaunt,xli

That hast with knightlesse guile and trecherous train

Faire knighthood fowly shamed, and doest vaunt

That good knight of theRedcrosseto haue slain:

Arise, and with like treason now maintain

Thy guilty wrong, or else thee guilty yield.

The Sarazin this hearing, rose amain,

And catching vp in hast his three square shield,

And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the field.

And drawing nigh him said, Ah misborne Elfe,xliiIn euill houre thy foes thee hither sent,Anothers wrongs to wreake vpon thy selfe:Yet ill thou blamest me, for hauing blentMy name with guile and traiterous intent;ThatRedcrosseknight, perdie, I neuer slew,But had he beene, where earst his armes were lent,Th’enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew:But thou his errour shalt, I hope now prouen trew.

And drawing nigh him said, Ah misborne Elfe,xlii

In euill houre thy foes thee hither sent,

Anothers wrongs to wreake vpon thy selfe:

Yet ill thou blamest me, for hauing blent

My name with guile and traiterous intent;

ThatRedcrosseknight, perdie, I neuer slew,

But had he beene, where earst his armes were lent,

Th’enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew:

But thou his errour shalt, I hope now prouen trew.

Therewith they gan, both furious and fell,xliiiTo thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaileEach other bent his enimy to quell,That with their force they perst both plate and maile,And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile,That it would pitty any liuing eie.Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile;But floods of bloud could not them satisfie:Both hungred[225]after death: both chose to win, or die.

Therewith they gan, both furious and fell,xliii

To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile

Each other bent his enimy to quell,

That with their force they perst both plate and maile,

And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile,

That it would pitty any liuing eie.

Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile;

But floods of bloud could not them satisfie:

Both hungred[225]after death: both chose to win, or die.

So long they fight, and fell[226]reuenge pursue,xlivThat fainting each, themselues to breathen let,And oft refreshed, battell oft renue:As when two Bores with rancling malice met,Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely fret,Til breathlesse both them selues aside retire,Where foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they whet,And trample th’earth, the whiles they may respire;Then backe to fight againe, new breathed and entire.So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once,xlvThey gan to fight returne, increasing moreTheir puissant force, and cruell rage attonce,With heaped strokes more hugely, then before,That with their drerie wounds and bloudy goreThey both deformed, scarsely could be known.By this sadVnafraught with anguish sore,Led with their noise, which through the aire was thrown,[227]Arriu’d, where they in erth their fruitles bloud had sown.Whom all so soone as that proud SarazinxlviEspide, he gan reuiue the memoryOf his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin,And left the doubtfull battell hastily,To catch her, newly offred to his eie:ButSatyranewith strokes him turning, staid,And sternely bad him other businesse plie,Then hunt the steps of pure vnspotted Maid:Wherewith he all enrag’d, these bitter speaches said.O foolish faeries sonne, what furie madxlviiHath thee incenst, to hast thy dolefull fate[228]?Were it not better, I that Lady had,Then that thou hadst repented it too late?Most sencelesse man he, that himselfe doth hate,To loue another. Lo then for thine aydHere take thy louers token on thy pate.So they to[229]fight; the whiles the royall MaydFled farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd.

So long they fight, and fell[226]reuenge pursue,xliv

That fainting each, themselues to breathen let,

And oft refreshed, battell oft renue:

As when two Bores with rancling malice met,

Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely fret,

Til breathlesse both them selues aside retire,

Where foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they whet,

And trample th’earth, the whiles they may respire;

Then backe to fight againe, new breathed and entire.

So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once,xlvThey gan to fight returne, increasing moreTheir puissant force, and cruell rage attonce,With heaped strokes more hugely, then before,That with their drerie wounds and bloudy goreThey both deformed, scarsely could be known.By this sadVnafraught with anguish sore,Led with their noise, which through the aire was thrown,[227]Arriu’d, where they in erth their fruitles bloud had sown.

So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once,xlv

They gan to fight returne, increasing more

Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce,

With heaped strokes more hugely, then before,

That with their drerie wounds and bloudy gore

They both deformed, scarsely could be known.

By this sadVnafraught with anguish sore,

Led with their noise, which through the aire was thrown,[227]

Arriu’d, where they in erth their fruitles bloud had sown.

Whom all so soone as that proud SarazinxlviEspide, he gan reuiue the memoryOf his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin,And left the doubtfull battell hastily,To catch her, newly offred to his eie:ButSatyranewith strokes him turning, staid,And sternely bad him other businesse plie,Then hunt the steps of pure vnspotted Maid:Wherewith he all enrag’d, these bitter speaches said.

Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazinxlvi

Espide, he gan reuiue the memory

Of his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin,

And left the doubtfull battell hastily,

To catch her, newly offred to his eie:

ButSatyranewith strokes him turning, staid,

And sternely bad him other businesse plie,

Then hunt the steps of pure vnspotted Maid:

Wherewith he all enrag’d, these bitter speaches said.

O foolish faeries sonne, what furie madxlviiHath thee incenst, to hast thy dolefull fate[228]?Were it not better, I that Lady had,Then that thou hadst repented it too late?Most sencelesse man he, that himselfe doth hate,To loue another. Lo then for thine aydHere take thy louers token on thy pate.So they to[229]fight; the whiles the royall MaydFled farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd.

O foolish faeries sonne, what furie madxlvii

Hath thee incenst, to hast thy dolefull fate[228]?

Were it not better, I that Lady had,

Then that thou hadst repented it too late?

Most sencelesse man he, that himselfe doth hate,

To loue another. Lo then for thine ayd

Here take thy louers token on thy pate.

So they to[229]fight; the whiles the royall Mayd

Fled farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd.

But that falsePilgrim, which that leasing told,xlviiiBeing in deed oldArchimage, did stayIn secret shadow, all this to behold,And much reioyced in their bloudy fray:But when he saw the Damsell passe awayHe left his stond, and her pursewd apace,In hope to bring her to her last decay.But for to tell her lamentable cace,And eke this battels end, will need another place.

But that falsePilgrim, which that leasing told,xlviii

Being in deed oldArchimage, did stay

In secret shadow, all this to behold,

And much reioyced in their bloudy fray:

But when he saw the Damsell passe away

He left his stond, and her pursewd apace,

In hope to bring her to her last decay.

But for to tell her lamentable cace,

And eke this battels end, will need another place.

FOOTNOTES:[207]i 5 in] it1590 &c.:corr. F. E.[208]8 corage1590[209]iv 4 wordes1596[210]v 5 win] with1596,1609[211]viii 7 mishappen1590: mishapen1596[212]ix 2 doolfull1590[213]x 3 honger1590[214]xiv 2 double1609[215]9 waste1590,1609[216]xv 2 Or] Of1596,1609: Ifconj. Hughes[217]xxiii 8 nousled1590[218]xxvi 5 fierce and fell] swifte and cruell1590:corr. F. E.[219]9 aom. 1596: proud1609[220]xxxiii 9 woods] wods1590[221]xxxvii 2 ronne1590[222]xxxviii 8 dronke1590[223]thirsted1609[224]xxxix 7 quoth he] qd. she1590[225]xliii 9 hongred1590[226]xliv 1 fell] full1590[227]xlv 8 thrown:1590,1596[228]xlvii 2 fete1596[229]8 to] two1596,1609

[207]i 5 in] it1590 &c.:corr. F. E.

[208]8 corage1590

[209]iv 4 wordes1596

[210]v 5 win] with1596,1609

[211]viii 7 mishappen1590: mishapen1596

[212]ix 2 doolfull1590

[213]x 3 honger1590

[214]xiv 2 double1609

[215]9 waste1590,1609

[216]xv 2 Or] Of1596,1609: Ifconj. Hughes

[217]xxiii 8 nousled1590

[218]xxvi 5 fierce and fell] swifte and cruell1590:corr. F. E.

[219]9 aom. 1596: proud1609

[220]xxxiii 9 woods] wods1590

[221]xxxvii 2 ronne1590

[222]xxxviii 8 dronke1590

[223]thirsted1609

[224]xxxix 7 quoth he] qd. she1590

[225]xliii 9 hongred1590

[226]xliv 1 fell] full1590

[227]xlv 8 thrown:1590,1596

[228]xlvii 2 fete1596

[229]8 to] two1596,1609

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