FOOTNOTES:

Cant. IX.Calidore hostes with Melibœand loues fayre Pastorell;Coridon enuies him, yet hefor ill rewards him well.

Cant. IX.

Calidore hostes with Melibœand loues fayre Pastorell;Coridon enuies him, yet hefor ill rewards him well.

Calidore hostes with Melibœ

and loues fayre Pastorell;

Coridon enuies him, yet he

for ill rewards him well.

Now turne againe my teme thou iolly swayne,iBacke to the furrow which I lately left;I lately left a furrow, one or twayneVnplough’d, the which my coulter hath not cleft:Yet seem’d the soyle both fayre and frutefull eft,As I it past, that were too great a shame,That so rich frute should be from vs bereft;Besides the great dishonour and defame,Which should befall toCalidoresimmortall name.Great trauell hath the gentleCalidoreiiAnd toyle endured, sith I left him lastSewing theBlatant beast, which I forboreTo finish then, for other present hast.Full many pathes and perils he hath past,Through hils, through dales, throgh forests, and throgh plainesIn that same quest which fortune on him cast,Which he atchieued to his owne great gaines,Reaping eternall glorie of his restlesse paines.So sharply he the Monster did pursew,iiiThat day nor night he suffred him to rest,Ne rested he himselfe but natures dew,For dread of daunger, not to be redrest,If he for slouth forslackt so famous quest.Him first from court he to the citties coursed,And from the citties to the townes him prest,And from the townes into the countrie forsed,And from the country back to priuate farmes he scorsed.From thence into the open fields he fled,ivWhereas the Heardes were keeping of their neat,And shepheards singing to their flockes, that fed,Layes of sweete loue and youthes delightfull heat:Him thether eke for all his fearefull threatHe followed fast, and chaced him so nie,That to the folds, where sheepe at night doe seat,And to the litle cots[541], where shepherds lieIn winters wrathfull time[542], he forced him to flie.There on a day as he pursew’d the chace,vHe chaunst to spy a sort of shepheard groomes,Playing on pypes, and caroling apace,The whyles their beasts there in the budded broomesBeside them fed, and nipt the tender bloomes:For other worldly wealth they cared nought.To whom SirCalidoreyet sweating comes,And them to tell him courteously besought,If such a beast they saw, which he had thether brought.They answer’d him, that no such beast they saw,viNor any wicked feend, that mote offendTheir happie flockes, nor daunger to them draw:But if that such there were (as none they kend)They prayd high God him[543] farre from them[543]to send.Then one of them him seeing so to sweat,After his rusticke wise, that well he weend,Offred him drinke, to quench his thirstie heat,And if he hungry were, him offred eke to eat.The knight was nothing nice, where was no need,viiAnd tooke their gentle offer: so adowneThey prayd him sit, and gaue him for to feedSuch homely what, as serues the simple clowne,That doth despise the dainties of the towne.Tho having fed his fill, he there besydeSaw a faire damzell, which did weare a crowneOf sundry flowres, with silken ribbands tyde[544],Yclad in home-made greene that her owne hands had dyde.Vpon a litle hillocke she was placedviiiHigher then all the rest, and round aboutEnuiron’d with a girland, goodly graced,Of louely lasses, and them all withoutThe lustie shepheard swaynes sate in a rout,The which did pype and sing her prayses dew,And oft reioyce, and oft for wonder shout,As if some miracle of heauenly hewWere downe to them descended in that earthly vew.And soothly sure she was full fayre of face,ixAnd perfectly well shapt in euery lim,Which she did more augment with modest grace,And comely carriage of her count’nance trim,That all the rest like lesser lamps did dim:Who her admiring as some heauenly wight,Did for their soueraine goddesse her esteeme,And caroling her name both day and night,The fayrestPastorellaher by name did hight.Ne was there heard, ne was there shepheards swaynexBut her did honour, and eke many a oneBurnt in her loue, and with sweet pleasing payneFull many a night for her did sigh and grone:But most of all the shepheardCoridonFor her did languish, and his deare life spend;Yet neither she for him, nor other noneDid care a whit, ne any liking lend:Though meane her lot, yet higher did her mind ascend.Her whyles SirCalidorethere vewed well,xiAnd markt her rare demeanure, which him seemedSo farre the meane of shepheards to excell,As that he in his mind her worthy deemed,To be a Princes Paragone esteemed,He was vnwares surprisd in subtile bandsOf the blynd boy, ne thence could be redeemedBy any skill out of his cruell hands,Caught like the bird, which gazing still on others stands.So stood he still long gazing thereupon,xiiNe any will had thence to moue away,Although his quest were farre afore him gon;But after he had fed, yet did he stay,And sate there still, vntill the flying dayWas farre forth spent, discoursing diuerslyOf sundry things, as fell,[545]to worke delay;And euermore his speach he did applyTo th’heards, but meant them to the damzels fantazy.By this the moystie night approching fast,xiiiHer deawy humour gan on th’earth to shed,That warn’d the shepheards to their homes to hastTheir tender flocks, now being fully fed,For feare of wetting them before their bed;Then came to them a good old aged syre,Whose siluer lockes bedeckt his beard and hed,With shepheards hooke in hand, and fit attyre,That wild the damzell rise; the day did now expyre.He was to weet by common voice esteemedxivThe father of the fayrestPastorell,And of her selfe in very deede so deemed;Yet was not so, but as old stories tellFound her by fortune, which to him befell,In th’open fields an Infant left alone,And taking vp brought home, and noursed wellAs his owne chyld; for other he had none,That she in tract of time accompted was his owne.She at his bidding meekely did arise,xvAnd streight vnto her litle flocke did fare:Then all the rest about her rose likewise,And each his sundrie sheepe with seuerall careGathered together, and them homeward bare:Whylest euerie one with helping hands did striueAmongst themselues, and did their labours share,To helpe fairePastorella, home to driueHer fleecie flocke; butCoridonmost helpe did giue.ButMelibœe(so hight that good old man)xviNow seeingCalidoreleft all alone,And night arriued hard at hand, beganHim to inuite vnto his simple home;Which though it were a cottage clad with lome,And all things therein meane, yet better soTo lodge, then in the saluage fields to rome.The knight full gladly soone agreed thereto,Being his harts owne wish, and home with him did go.There he was welcom’d of that honest syre,xviiAnd of his aged Beldame homely well;Who him besought himselfe to disattyre,And rest himselfe, till supper time befell.By which home came the fayrestPastorell,After her flocke she in their fold had tyde,And supper readie dight, they to it fellWith small adoe, and nature satisfyde,The which doth litle craue contented to abyde.Tho when they had their hunger slaked well,xviiiAnd the fayre mayd the table ta’ne away,The gentle knight, as he that did excellIn courtesie, and well could doe and say,For so great kindnesse as he found that day,Gan greatly thanke his host and his good wife;And drawing thence his speach another way,Gan highly to commend the happie life,Which Shepheards lead, without debate or bitter strife.How much (sayd he) more happie is the state,xixIn which ye father here doe dwell at ease,Leading a life so free and fortunate,From all the tempests of these worldly seas,Which tosse the rest in daungerous disease;Where warres, and wreckes, and wicked enmitieDoe them afflict, which no man can appease,That certes I your happinesse enuie,And wish my lot were plast in such felicitie.Surely my sonne (then answer’d he againe)xxIf happie, then it is in this intent,That hauing small, yet doe I not complaineOf want, ne wish for more it to augment,But doe my self, with that I haue, content;So taught of nature, which doth litle needOf forreine helpes to lifes due nourishment:The fields my food, my flocke my rayment breed;No better doe I weare, no better doe I feed.Therefore I doe not any one enuy,xxiNor am enuyde of any one therefore;They that haue much, feare much to loose thereby,And store of cares doth follow riches store.The litle that I haue, growes dayly moreWithout my care, but onely to attend it;My lambes doe euery yeare increase their score,And my flockes father daily doth amend it.What haue I, but to praise th’Almighty, that doth send it?To them, that list, the worlds gay showes I leaue,xxiiAnd to great ones such follies doe forgiue,Which oft through pride do their owne perill weaue,And through ambition downe themselues doe driueTo sad decay, that might contented liue.Me no such cares nor combrous thoughts offend,Ne once my minds vnmoued quiet grieue,But all the night in siluer sleepe I spend,And all the day, to what I list, I doe attend.Sometimes I hunt the Fox, the vowed foexxiiiVnto my Lambes, and him dislodge away;Sometime the fawne I practise from the Doe,Or from the Goat her kidde how to conuay;Another while I baytes and nets display,The birds to catch, or fishes to beguyle:And when I wearie am, I downe doe layMy limbes in euery shade, to rest from toyle,And drinke of euery brooke, when thirst my throte doth boyle.The time was once, in my first prime of yeares,xxivWhen pride of youth forth pricked my desire,That I disdain’d amongst mine equall pearesTo follow sheepe, and shepheards base attire:For further fortune then I would inquire.And leauing home, to roiall court I sought;Where I did sell my selfe for yearely hire,And in the Princes gardin daily wrought:There I beheld such vainenesse, as I neuer thought.With sight whereof soone cloyd, and long deludedxxvWith idle hopes, which them doe entertaine,After I had ten yeares my selfe excludedFrom natiue home, and spent my youth in vaine,I gan my follies to my selfe to plaine,And this sweet peace, whose lacke did then appeare.Tho backe returning to my sheepe againe,I from thenceforth haue learn’d to loue more deareThis lowly quiet life, which I inherite here.Whylest thus he talkt, the knight with greedy eare[546]xxviHong still vpon his melting mouth attent;Whose sensefull words empierst his hart so neare,That he was rapt[547]with double rauishment,Both of his speach that wrought him great content,And also of the obiect of his vew,On which his hungry eye was alwayes bent;That twixt his pleasing tongue, and her faire hew,He lost himselfe, and like one halfe entraunced grew.Yet to occasion meanes, to worke his mind,xxviiAnd to insinuate his harts desire,He thus replyde; Now surely syre, I find,That all this worlds gay showes, which we admire,Be but vaine shadowes to this safe retyreOf life, which here in lowlinesse ye lead,Fearelesse of foes, or fortunes wrackfull yre,Which tosseth states, and vnder foot doth treadThe mightie ones, affrayd of euery chaunges dread.That euen I which daily doe beholdxxviiiThe glorie of the great, mongst whom I won,And now haue prou’d, what happinesse ye holdIn this small plot of your dominion,Now loath great Lordship and ambition;And wish the heauens[548]so much had graced mee,As graunt me liue in like condition;Or that my fortunes might transposed beeFrom pitch of higher place, vnto this low degree.In vaine (said then oldMelibœ) doe menxxixThe heauens of their fortunes fault accuse,Sith they know best, what is the best for them:For they to each such fortune doe diffuse,As they doe know each can most aptly vse.For not that, which men couet most, is best,Nor that thing worst, which men do most refuse;But fittest is, that all contented restWith that they hold: each hath his fortune in his brest.It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill,xxxThat maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore:For some, that hath abundance at his will,Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store;And other, that hath litle, askes no more,But in that litle is both rich and wise.For wisedome is most riches; fooles thereforeThey are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize,Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize.Since then in each mans self (saidCalidore)xxxiIt is, to fashion his owne lyfes estate,Giue leaue awhyle, good father, in this shoreTo rest my barcke, which hath bene beaten lateWith stormes of fortune and tempestuous fate,In seas of troubles and of toylesome paine,That whether quite from them for to retrateI shall resolue, or backe to turne againe,I may here with your selfe some small repose obtaine.Not that the burden of so bold a guestxxxiiShall chargefull be, or chaunge to you at all;For your meane food shall be my daily feast,And this your cabin both my bowre and hall.Besides for recompence hereof, I shallYou well reward, and golden guerdon giue,That may perhaps you better much withall,And in this quiet make you safer liue.So forth he drew much gold, and toward him it driue.But the good man, nought tempted with the offerxxxiiiOf his rich mould, did thrust it farre away,And thus bespake; Sir knight, your bounteous profferBe farre fro me, to whom ye ill displayThat mucky masse, the cause of mens decay,That mote empaire my peace with daungers dread.But if ye algates couet to assayThis simple sort of life, that shepheards lead,Be it your owne: our rudenesse to your selfe aread.So there that night SirCalidoredid dwell,xxxivAnd long while after, whilest him list remaine,Dayly beholding the fairePastorell,And feeding on the bayt of his owne bane.During which time he did her entertaineWith all kind courtesies, he could inuent;And euery day, her companie to gaine,When to the field she went, he with her went:So for to quench his fire, he did it more augment.But she that neuer had acquainted beenexxxvWith such queint vsage, fit for Queenes and Kings,Ne euer had such knightly seruice seene,But being bred vnder base shepheards wings,Had euer learn’d to loue the lowly things,Did litle whit regard his courteous guize,But cared more forColinscarolingsThen all that he could doe, or euer[549]deuize:His layes, his loues, his lookes she did them all despize.WhichCalidoreperceiuing, thought it bestxxxviTo chaunge the manner of his loftie looke;And doffing his bright armes, himselfe addrestIn shepheards weed, and in his hand he tooke,In stead of steelehead speare, a shepheards hooke,That who had seene him then, would haue bethoughtOnPhrygian ParisbyPlexippusbrooke,When he the loue of fayreOenone[550]sought,What time the golden apple was vnto him brought.So being clad, vnto the fields he wentxxxviiWith the fairePastorellaeuery day,And kept her sheepe with diligent attent,Watching to driue the rauenous Wolfe away,The whylest at pleasure she mote sport and play;And euery euening helping them to fold:And otherwhiles for need, he did assayIn his strong hand their rugged teats to hold,And out of them to presse the milke: loue so much could.Which seeingCoridon, who her likewisexxxviiiLong time had lou’d, and hop’d her loue to gaine,He much was troubled at that straungers guize,And many gealous thoughts conceiu’d in vaine,That this of all his labour and long paineShould reap the haruest, ere it ripened were,That made him scoule, and pout, and oft complaineOfPastorellto all the shepheards there,That she did loue a stranger swayne then him more dere.And euer when he came in companie,xxxixWhereCalidorewas present, he would loure,And byte his lip, and euen for gealousieWas readie oft his owne hart to deuoure,Impatient of any paramoure:Who on the other side did seeme so farreFrom malicing, or grudging his good houre,That all he could, he graced him with her,Ne euer shewed signe of rancour or of iarre.And oft, whenCoridonvnto her broughtxlOr litle sparrowes, stolen from their nest,Or wanton squirrels, in the woods farre sought,Or other daintie thing for her addrest,He would commend his guift, and make the best.Yet she no whit his presents did regard,Ne him could find to fancie in her brest:This newcome shepheard had his market mard.Old loue is litle worth when new is more prefard.One day when as the shepheard swaynes togetherxliWere met, to make their sports and merrie glee,As they are wont in faire sunshynie weather,The whiles their flockes in shadowes shrouded bee,They fell to daunce: then did they all agree,ThatColin Clout[551]should pipe as one most fit;AndCalidoreshould lead the ring, as heeThat most inPastorellaesgrace did sit.Thereat frown’dCoridon, and his lip closely bit.ButCalidoreof courteous inclinationxliiTookeCoridon, and set him in his place,That he should lead the daunce, as was his fashion;ForCoridoncould daunce, and trimly trace.And when asPastorella, him to grace,Her flowry garlond tooke from her owne head,And plast on his, he did it soone displace,And did it put onCoridonsin stead:ThenCoridonwoxe frollicke, that earst seemed dead.Another time, when as they did disposexliiiTo practise games, and maisteries[552]to try,They for their Iudge didPastorellachose;A garland was the meed of victory.ThereCoridonforth stepping openly,Did chalengeCalidoreto wrestling game:For he through long and perfect industry,Therein well practisd was, and in the sameThought sure t’auenge his grudge, and worke his foe great shame.ButCalidorehe greatly did mistake;xlivFor he was strong and mightily stiffe pight,That with one fall his necke he almost brake,And had he not vpon him fallen light,His dearest ioynt he sure had broken quight.Then was the oaken crowne byPastorellGiuen toCalidore, as his due right;But he, that did in courtesie excell,Gaue it toCoridon, and said he wonne it well.Thus did the gentle knight himselfe abearexlvAmongst that rusticke rout in all his deeds,That euen they, the which his riuals were,Could not maligne him, but commend him needs:For courtesie amongst the rudest breeds[553]Good will and fauour. So it surely wroughtWith this faire Mayd, and in her mynde the seedsOf perfect loue did sow, that last forth broughtThe fruite of ioy and blisse, though long time dearely bought[554].ThusCalidorecontinu’d there long time,xlviTo winne the loue of the fairePastorell;Which hauing got, he vsed without crimeOr blamefull blot, but menaged so well,That he of all the rest, which there did dwell[555],Was fauoured, and to her grace commended.But what straunge fortunes vnto him befell,Ere he attain’d the point by him intended,Shall more conueniently in other place be ended.

Now turne againe my teme thou iolly swayne,i

Backe to the furrow which I lately left;

I lately left a furrow, one or twayne

Vnplough’d, the which my coulter hath not cleft:

Yet seem’d the soyle both fayre and frutefull eft,

As I it past, that were too great a shame,

That so rich frute should be from vs bereft;

Besides the great dishonour and defame,

Which should befall toCalidoresimmortall name.

Great trauell hath the gentleCalidoreiiAnd toyle endured, sith I left him lastSewing theBlatant beast, which I forboreTo finish then, for other present hast.Full many pathes and perils he hath past,Through hils, through dales, throgh forests, and throgh plainesIn that same quest which fortune on him cast,Which he atchieued to his owne great gaines,Reaping eternall glorie of his restlesse paines.

Great trauell hath the gentleCalidoreii

And toyle endured, sith I left him last

Sewing theBlatant beast, which I forbore

To finish then, for other present hast.

Full many pathes and perils he hath past,

Through hils, through dales, throgh forests, and throgh plaines

In that same quest which fortune on him cast,

Which he atchieued to his owne great gaines,

Reaping eternall glorie of his restlesse paines.

So sharply he the Monster did pursew,iiiThat day nor night he suffred him to rest,Ne rested he himselfe but natures dew,For dread of daunger, not to be redrest,If he for slouth forslackt so famous quest.Him first from court he to the citties coursed,And from the citties to the townes him prest,And from the townes into the countrie forsed,And from the country back to priuate farmes he scorsed.

So sharply he the Monster did pursew,iii

That day nor night he suffred him to rest,

Ne rested he himselfe but natures dew,

For dread of daunger, not to be redrest,

If he for slouth forslackt so famous quest.

Him first from court he to the citties coursed,

And from the citties to the townes him prest,

And from the townes into the countrie forsed,

And from the country back to priuate farmes he scorsed.

From thence into the open fields he fled,ivWhereas the Heardes were keeping of their neat,And shepheards singing to their flockes, that fed,Layes of sweete loue and youthes delightfull heat:Him thether eke for all his fearefull threatHe followed fast, and chaced him so nie,That to the folds, where sheepe at night doe seat,And to the litle cots[541], where shepherds lieIn winters wrathfull time[542], he forced him to flie.

From thence into the open fields he fled,iv

Whereas the Heardes were keeping of their neat,

And shepheards singing to their flockes, that fed,

Layes of sweete loue and youthes delightfull heat:

Him thether eke for all his fearefull threat

He followed fast, and chaced him so nie,

That to the folds, where sheepe at night doe seat,

And to the litle cots[541], where shepherds lie

In winters wrathfull time[542], he forced him to flie.

There on a day as he pursew’d the chace,vHe chaunst to spy a sort of shepheard groomes,Playing on pypes, and caroling apace,The whyles their beasts there in the budded broomesBeside them fed, and nipt the tender bloomes:For other worldly wealth they cared nought.To whom SirCalidoreyet sweating comes,And them to tell him courteously besought,If such a beast they saw, which he had thether brought.

There on a day as he pursew’d the chace,v

He chaunst to spy a sort of shepheard groomes,

Playing on pypes, and caroling apace,

The whyles their beasts there in the budded broomes

Beside them fed, and nipt the tender bloomes:

For other worldly wealth they cared nought.

To whom SirCalidoreyet sweating comes,

And them to tell him courteously besought,

If such a beast they saw, which he had thether brought.

They answer’d him, that no such beast they saw,viNor any wicked feend, that mote offendTheir happie flockes, nor daunger to them draw:But if that such there were (as none they kend)They prayd high God him[543] farre from them[543]to send.Then one of them him seeing so to sweat,After his rusticke wise, that well he weend,Offred him drinke, to quench his thirstie heat,And if he hungry were, him offred eke to eat.

They answer’d him, that no such beast they saw,vi

Nor any wicked feend, that mote offend

Their happie flockes, nor daunger to them draw:

But if that such there were (as none they kend)

They prayd high God him[543] farre from them[543]to send.

Then one of them him seeing so to sweat,

After his rusticke wise, that well he weend,

Offred him drinke, to quench his thirstie heat,

And if he hungry were, him offred eke to eat.

The knight was nothing nice, where was no need,viiAnd tooke their gentle offer: so adowneThey prayd him sit, and gaue him for to feedSuch homely what, as serues the simple clowne,That doth despise the dainties of the towne.Tho having fed his fill, he there besydeSaw a faire damzell, which did weare a crowneOf sundry flowres, with silken ribbands tyde[544],Yclad in home-made greene that her owne hands had dyde.

The knight was nothing nice, where was no need,vii

And tooke their gentle offer: so adowne

They prayd him sit, and gaue him for to feed

Such homely what, as serues the simple clowne,

That doth despise the dainties of the towne.

Tho having fed his fill, he there besyde

Saw a faire damzell, which did weare a crowne

Of sundry flowres, with silken ribbands tyde[544],

Yclad in home-made greene that her owne hands had dyde.

Vpon a litle hillocke she was placedviiiHigher then all the rest, and round aboutEnuiron’d with a girland, goodly graced,Of louely lasses, and them all withoutThe lustie shepheard swaynes sate in a rout,The which did pype and sing her prayses dew,And oft reioyce, and oft for wonder shout,As if some miracle of heauenly hewWere downe to them descended in that earthly vew.

Vpon a litle hillocke she was placedviii

Higher then all the rest, and round about

Enuiron’d with a girland, goodly graced,

Of louely lasses, and them all without

The lustie shepheard swaynes sate in a rout,

The which did pype and sing her prayses dew,

And oft reioyce, and oft for wonder shout,

As if some miracle of heauenly hew

Were downe to them descended in that earthly vew.

And soothly sure she was full fayre of face,ixAnd perfectly well shapt in euery lim,Which she did more augment with modest grace,And comely carriage of her count’nance trim,That all the rest like lesser lamps did dim:Who her admiring as some heauenly wight,Did for their soueraine goddesse her esteeme,And caroling her name both day and night,The fayrestPastorellaher by name did hight.

And soothly sure she was full fayre of face,ix

And perfectly well shapt in euery lim,

Which she did more augment with modest grace,

And comely carriage of her count’nance trim,

That all the rest like lesser lamps did dim:

Who her admiring as some heauenly wight,

Did for their soueraine goddesse her esteeme,

And caroling her name both day and night,

The fayrestPastorellaher by name did hight.

Ne was there heard, ne was there shepheards swaynexBut her did honour, and eke many a oneBurnt in her loue, and with sweet pleasing payneFull many a night for her did sigh and grone:But most of all the shepheardCoridonFor her did languish, and his deare life spend;Yet neither she for him, nor other noneDid care a whit, ne any liking lend:Though meane her lot, yet higher did her mind ascend.

Ne was there heard, ne was there shepheards swaynex

But her did honour, and eke many a one

Burnt in her loue, and with sweet pleasing payne

Full many a night for her did sigh and grone:

But most of all the shepheardCoridon

For her did languish, and his deare life spend;

Yet neither she for him, nor other none

Did care a whit, ne any liking lend:

Though meane her lot, yet higher did her mind ascend.

Her whyles SirCalidorethere vewed well,xiAnd markt her rare demeanure, which him seemedSo farre the meane of shepheards to excell,As that he in his mind her worthy deemed,To be a Princes Paragone esteemed,He was vnwares surprisd in subtile bandsOf the blynd boy, ne thence could be redeemedBy any skill out of his cruell hands,Caught like the bird, which gazing still on others stands.

Her whyles SirCalidorethere vewed well,xi

And markt her rare demeanure, which him seemed

So farre the meane of shepheards to excell,

As that he in his mind her worthy deemed,

To be a Princes Paragone esteemed,

He was vnwares surprisd in subtile bands

Of the blynd boy, ne thence could be redeemed

By any skill out of his cruell hands,

Caught like the bird, which gazing still on others stands.

So stood he still long gazing thereupon,xiiNe any will had thence to moue away,Although his quest were farre afore him gon;But after he had fed, yet did he stay,And sate there still, vntill the flying dayWas farre forth spent, discoursing diuerslyOf sundry things, as fell,[545]to worke delay;And euermore his speach he did applyTo th’heards, but meant them to the damzels fantazy.

So stood he still long gazing thereupon,xii

Ne any will had thence to moue away,

Although his quest were farre afore him gon;

But after he had fed, yet did he stay,

And sate there still, vntill the flying day

Was farre forth spent, discoursing diuersly

Of sundry things, as fell,[545]to worke delay;

And euermore his speach he did apply

To th’heards, but meant them to the damzels fantazy.

By this the moystie night approching fast,xiiiHer deawy humour gan on th’earth to shed,That warn’d the shepheards to their homes to hastTheir tender flocks, now being fully fed,For feare of wetting them before their bed;Then came to them a good old aged syre,Whose siluer lockes bedeckt his beard and hed,With shepheards hooke in hand, and fit attyre,That wild the damzell rise; the day did now expyre.

By this the moystie night approching fast,xiii

Her deawy humour gan on th’earth to shed,

That warn’d the shepheards to their homes to hast

Their tender flocks, now being fully fed,

For feare of wetting them before their bed;

Then came to them a good old aged syre,

Whose siluer lockes bedeckt his beard and hed,

With shepheards hooke in hand, and fit attyre,

That wild the damzell rise; the day did now expyre.

He was to weet by common voice esteemedxivThe father of the fayrestPastorell,And of her selfe in very deede so deemed;Yet was not so, but as old stories tellFound her by fortune, which to him befell,In th’open fields an Infant left alone,And taking vp brought home, and noursed wellAs his owne chyld; for other he had none,That she in tract of time accompted was his owne.

He was to weet by common voice esteemedxiv

The father of the fayrestPastorell,

And of her selfe in very deede so deemed;

Yet was not so, but as old stories tell

Found her by fortune, which to him befell,

In th’open fields an Infant left alone,

And taking vp brought home, and noursed well

As his owne chyld; for other he had none,

That she in tract of time accompted was his owne.

She at his bidding meekely did arise,xvAnd streight vnto her litle flocke did fare:Then all the rest about her rose likewise,And each his sundrie sheepe with seuerall careGathered together, and them homeward bare:Whylest euerie one with helping hands did striueAmongst themselues, and did their labours share,To helpe fairePastorella, home to driueHer fleecie flocke; butCoridonmost helpe did giue.

She at his bidding meekely did arise,xv

And streight vnto her litle flocke did fare:

Then all the rest about her rose likewise,

And each his sundrie sheepe with seuerall care

Gathered together, and them homeward bare:

Whylest euerie one with helping hands did striue

Amongst themselues, and did their labours share,

To helpe fairePastorella, home to driue

Her fleecie flocke; butCoridonmost helpe did giue.

ButMelibœe(so hight that good old man)xviNow seeingCalidoreleft all alone,And night arriued hard at hand, beganHim to inuite vnto his simple home;Which though it were a cottage clad with lome,And all things therein meane, yet better soTo lodge, then in the saluage fields to rome.The knight full gladly soone agreed thereto,Being his harts owne wish, and home with him did go.

ButMelibœe(so hight that good old man)xvi

Now seeingCalidoreleft all alone,

And night arriued hard at hand, began

Him to inuite vnto his simple home;

Which though it were a cottage clad with lome,

And all things therein meane, yet better so

To lodge, then in the saluage fields to rome.

The knight full gladly soone agreed thereto,

Being his harts owne wish, and home with him did go.

There he was welcom’d of that honest syre,xviiAnd of his aged Beldame homely well;Who him besought himselfe to disattyre,And rest himselfe, till supper time befell.By which home came the fayrestPastorell,After her flocke she in their fold had tyde,And supper readie dight, they to it fellWith small adoe, and nature satisfyde,The which doth litle craue contented to abyde.

There he was welcom’d of that honest syre,xvii

And of his aged Beldame homely well;

Who him besought himselfe to disattyre,

And rest himselfe, till supper time befell.

By which home came the fayrestPastorell,

After her flocke she in their fold had tyde,

And supper readie dight, they to it fell

With small adoe, and nature satisfyde,

The which doth litle craue contented to abyde.

Tho when they had their hunger slaked well,xviiiAnd the fayre mayd the table ta’ne away,The gentle knight, as he that did excellIn courtesie, and well could doe and say,For so great kindnesse as he found that day,Gan greatly thanke his host and his good wife;And drawing thence his speach another way,Gan highly to commend the happie life,Which Shepheards lead, without debate or bitter strife.

Tho when they had their hunger slaked well,xviii

And the fayre mayd the table ta’ne away,

The gentle knight, as he that did excell

In courtesie, and well could doe and say,

For so great kindnesse as he found that day,

Gan greatly thanke his host and his good wife;

And drawing thence his speach another way,

Gan highly to commend the happie life,

Which Shepheards lead, without debate or bitter strife.

How much (sayd he) more happie is the state,xixIn which ye father here doe dwell at ease,Leading a life so free and fortunate,From all the tempests of these worldly seas,Which tosse the rest in daungerous disease;Where warres, and wreckes, and wicked enmitieDoe them afflict, which no man can appease,That certes I your happinesse enuie,And wish my lot were plast in such felicitie.

How much (sayd he) more happie is the state,xix

In which ye father here doe dwell at ease,

Leading a life so free and fortunate,

From all the tempests of these worldly seas,

Which tosse the rest in daungerous disease;

Where warres, and wreckes, and wicked enmitie

Doe them afflict, which no man can appease,

That certes I your happinesse enuie,

And wish my lot were plast in such felicitie.

Surely my sonne (then answer’d he againe)xxIf happie, then it is in this intent,That hauing small, yet doe I not complaineOf want, ne wish for more it to augment,But doe my self, with that I haue, content;So taught of nature, which doth litle needOf forreine helpes to lifes due nourishment:The fields my food, my flocke my rayment breed;No better doe I weare, no better doe I feed.

Surely my sonne (then answer’d he againe)xx

If happie, then it is in this intent,

That hauing small, yet doe I not complaine

Of want, ne wish for more it to augment,

But doe my self, with that I haue, content;

So taught of nature, which doth litle need

Of forreine helpes to lifes due nourishment:

The fields my food, my flocke my rayment breed;

No better doe I weare, no better doe I feed.

Therefore I doe not any one enuy,xxiNor am enuyde of any one therefore;They that haue much, feare much to loose thereby,And store of cares doth follow riches store.The litle that I haue, growes dayly moreWithout my care, but onely to attend it;My lambes doe euery yeare increase their score,And my flockes father daily doth amend it.What haue I, but to praise th’Almighty, that doth send it?

Therefore I doe not any one enuy,xxi

Nor am enuyde of any one therefore;

They that haue much, feare much to loose thereby,

And store of cares doth follow riches store.

The litle that I haue, growes dayly more

Without my care, but onely to attend it;

My lambes doe euery yeare increase their score,

And my flockes father daily doth amend it.

What haue I, but to praise th’Almighty, that doth send it?

To them, that list, the worlds gay showes I leaue,xxiiAnd to great ones such follies doe forgiue,Which oft through pride do their owne perill weaue,And through ambition downe themselues doe driueTo sad decay, that might contented liue.Me no such cares nor combrous thoughts offend,Ne once my minds vnmoued quiet grieue,But all the night in siluer sleepe I spend,And all the day, to what I list, I doe attend.

To them, that list, the worlds gay showes I leaue,xxii

And to great ones such follies doe forgiue,

Which oft through pride do their owne perill weaue,

And through ambition downe themselues doe driue

To sad decay, that might contented liue.

Me no such cares nor combrous thoughts offend,

Ne once my minds vnmoued quiet grieue,

But all the night in siluer sleepe I spend,

And all the day, to what I list, I doe attend.

Sometimes I hunt the Fox, the vowed foexxiiiVnto my Lambes, and him dislodge away;Sometime the fawne I practise from the Doe,Or from the Goat her kidde how to conuay;Another while I baytes and nets display,The birds to catch, or fishes to beguyle:And when I wearie am, I downe doe layMy limbes in euery shade, to rest from toyle,And drinke of euery brooke, when thirst my throte doth boyle.

Sometimes I hunt the Fox, the vowed foexxiii

Vnto my Lambes, and him dislodge away;

Sometime the fawne I practise from the Doe,

Or from the Goat her kidde how to conuay;

Another while I baytes and nets display,

The birds to catch, or fishes to beguyle:

And when I wearie am, I downe doe lay

My limbes in euery shade, to rest from toyle,

And drinke of euery brooke, when thirst my throte doth boyle.

The time was once, in my first prime of yeares,xxivWhen pride of youth forth pricked my desire,That I disdain’d amongst mine equall pearesTo follow sheepe, and shepheards base attire:For further fortune then I would inquire.And leauing home, to roiall court I sought;Where I did sell my selfe for yearely hire,And in the Princes gardin daily wrought:There I beheld such vainenesse, as I neuer thought.

The time was once, in my first prime of yeares,xxiv

When pride of youth forth pricked my desire,

That I disdain’d amongst mine equall peares

To follow sheepe, and shepheards base attire:

For further fortune then I would inquire.

And leauing home, to roiall court I sought;

Where I did sell my selfe for yearely hire,

And in the Princes gardin daily wrought:

There I beheld such vainenesse, as I neuer thought.

With sight whereof soone cloyd, and long deludedxxvWith idle hopes, which them doe entertaine,After I had ten yeares my selfe excludedFrom natiue home, and spent my youth in vaine,I gan my follies to my selfe to plaine,And this sweet peace, whose lacke did then appeare.Tho backe returning to my sheepe againe,I from thenceforth haue learn’d to loue more deareThis lowly quiet life, which I inherite here.

With sight whereof soone cloyd, and long deludedxxv

With idle hopes, which them doe entertaine,

After I had ten yeares my selfe excluded

From natiue home, and spent my youth in vaine,

I gan my follies to my selfe to plaine,

And this sweet peace, whose lacke did then appeare.

Tho backe returning to my sheepe againe,

I from thenceforth haue learn’d to loue more deare

This lowly quiet life, which I inherite here.

Whylest thus he talkt, the knight with greedy eare[546]xxviHong still vpon his melting mouth attent;Whose sensefull words empierst his hart so neare,That he was rapt[547]with double rauishment,Both of his speach that wrought him great content,And also of the obiect of his vew,On which his hungry eye was alwayes bent;That twixt his pleasing tongue, and her faire hew,He lost himselfe, and like one halfe entraunced grew.

Whylest thus he talkt, the knight with greedy eare[546]xxvi

Hong still vpon his melting mouth attent;

Whose sensefull words empierst his hart so neare,

That he was rapt[547]with double rauishment,

Both of his speach that wrought him great content,

And also of the obiect of his vew,

On which his hungry eye was alwayes bent;

That twixt his pleasing tongue, and her faire hew,

He lost himselfe, and like one halfe entraunced grew.

Yet to occasion meanes, to worke his mind,xxviiAnd to insinuate his harts desire,He thus replyde; Now surely syre, I find,That all this worlds gay showes, which we admire,Be but vaine shadowes to this safe retyreOf life, which here in lowlinesse ye lead,Fearelesse of foes, or fortunes wrackfull yre,Which tosseth states, and vnder foot doth treadThe mightie ones, affrayd of euery chaunges dread.

Yet to occasion meanes, to worke his mind,xxvii

And to insinuate his harts desire,

He thus replyde; Now surely syre, I find,

That all this worlds gay showes, which we admire,

Be but vaine shadowes to this safe retyre

Of life, which here in lowlinesse ye lead,

Fearelesse of foes, or fortunes wrackfull yre,

Which tosseth states, and vnder foot doth tread

The mightie ones, affrayd of euery chaunges dread.

That euen I which daily doe beholdxxviiiThe glorie of the great, mongst whom I won,And now haue prou’d, what happinesse ye holdIn this small plot of your dominion,Now loath great Lordship and ambition;And wish the heauens[548]so much had graced mee,As graunt me liue in like condition;Or that my fortunes might transposed beeFrom pitch of higher place, vnto this low degree.

That euen I which daily doe beholdxxviii

The glorie of the great, mongst whom I won,

And now haue prou’d, what happinesse ye hold

In this small plot of your dominion,

Now loath great Lordship and ambition;

And wish the heauens[548]so much had graced mee,

As graunt me liue in like condition;

Or that my fortunes might transposed bee

From pitch of higher place, vnto this low degree.

In vaine (said then oldMelibœ) doe menxxixThe heauens of their fortunes fault accuse,Sith they know best, what is the best for them:For they to each such fortune doe diffuse,As they doe know each can most aptly vse.For not that, which men couet most, is best,Nor that thing worst, which men do most refuse;But fittest is, that all contented restWith that they hold: each hath his fortune in his brest.

In vaine (said then oldMelibœ) doe menxxix

The heauens of their fortunes fault accuse,

Sith they know best, what is the best for them:

For they to each such fortune doe diffuse,

As they doe know each can most aptly vse.

For not that, which men couet most, is best,

Nor that thing worst, which men do most refuse;

But fittest is, that all contented rest

With that they hold: each hath his fortune in his brest.

It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill,xxxThat maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore:For some, that hath abundance at his will,Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store;And other, that hath litle, askes no more,But in that litle is both rich and wise.For wisedome is most riches; fooles thereforeThey are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize,Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize.

It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill,xxx

That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore:

For some, that hath abundance at his will,

Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store;

And other, that hath litle, askes no more,

But in that litle is both rich and wise.

For wisedome is most riches; fooles therefore

They are, which fortunes doe by vowes deuize,

Sith each vnto himselfe his life may fortunize.

Since then in each mans self (saidCalidore)xxxiIt is, to fashion his owne lyfes estate,Giue leaue awhyle, good father, in this shoreTo rest my barcke, which hath bene beaten lateWith stormes of fortune and tempestuous fate,In seas of troubles and of toylesome paine,That whether quite from them for to retrateI shall resolue, or backe to turne againe,I may here with your selfe some small repose obtaine.

Since then in each mans self (saidCalidore)xxxi

It is, to fashion his owne lyfes estate,

Giue leaue awhyle, good father, in this shore

To rest my barcke, which hath bene beaten late

With stormes of fortune and tempestuous fate,

In seas of troubles and of toylesome paine,

That whether quite from them for to retrate

I shall resolue, or backe to turne againe,

I may here with your selfe some small repose obtaine.

Not that the burden of so bold a guestxxxiiShall chargefull be, or chaunge to you at all;For your meane food shall be my daily feast,And this your cabin both my bowre and hall.Besides for recompence hereof, I shallYou well reward, and golden guerdon giue,That may perhaps you better much withall,And in this quiet make you safer liue.So forth he drew much gold, and toward him it driue.

Not that the burden of so bold a guestxxxii

Shall chargefull be, or chaunge to you at all;

For your meane food shall be my daily feast,

And this your cabin both my bowre and hall.

Besides for recompence hereof, I shall

You well reward, and golden guerdon giue,

That may perhaps you better much withall,

And in this quiet make you safer liue.

So forth he drew much gold, and toward him it driue.

But the good man, nought tempted with the offerxxxiiiOf his rich mould, did thrust it farre away,And thus bespake; Sir knight, your bounteous profferBe farre fro me, to whom ye ill displayThat mucky masse, the cause of mens decay,That mote empaire my peace with daungers dread.But if ye algates couet to assayThis simple sort of life, that shepheards lead,Be it your owne: our rudenesse to your selfe aread.

But the good man, nought tempted with the offerxxxiii

Of his rich mould, did thrust it farre away,

And thus bespake; Sir knight, your bounteous proffer

Be farre fro me, to whom ye ill display

That mucky masse, the cause of mens decay,

That mote empaire my peace with daungers dread.

But if ye algates couet to assay

This simple sort of life, that shepheards lead,

Be it your owne: our rudenesse to your selfe aread.

So there that night SirCalidoredid dwell,xxxivAnd long while after, whilest him list remaine,Dayly beholding the fairePastorell,And feeding on the bayt of his owne bane.During which time he did her entertaineWith all kind courtesies, he could inuent;And euery day, her companie to gaine,When to the field she went, he with her went:So for to quench his fire, he did it more augment.

So there that night SirCalidoredid dwell,xxxiv

And long while after, whilest him list remaine,

Dayly beholding the fairePastorell,

And feeding on the bayt of his owne bane.

During which time he did her entertaine

With all kind courtesies, he could inuent;

And euery day, her companie to gaine,

When to the field she went, he with her went:

So for to quench his fire, he did it more augment.

But she that neuer had acquainted beenexxxvWith such queint vsage, fit for Queenes and Kings,Ne euer had such knightly seruice seene,But being bred vnder base shepheards wings,Had euer learn’d to loue the lowly things,Did litle whit regard his courteous guize,But cared more forColinscarolingsThen all that he could doe, or euer[549]deuize:His layes, his loues, his lookes she did them all despize.

But she that neuer had acquainted beenexxxv

With such queint vsage, fit for Queenes and Kings,

Ne euer had such knightly seruice seene,

But being bred vnder base shepheards wings,

Had euer learn’d to loue the lowly things,

Did litle whit regard his courteous guize,

But cared more forColinscarolings

Then all that he could doe, or euer[549]deuize:

His layes, his loues, his lookes she did them all despize.

WhichCalidoreperceiuing, thought it bestxxxviTo chaunge the manner of his loftie looke;And doffing his bright armes, himselfe addrestIn shepheards weed, and in his hand he tooke,In stead of steelehead speare, a shepheards hooke,That who had seene him then, would haue bethoughtOnPhrygian ParisbyPlexippusbrooke,When he the loue of fayreOenone[550]sought,What time the golden apple was vnto him brought.

WhichCalidoreperceiuing, thought it bestxxxvi

To chaunge the manner of his loftie looke;

And doffing his bright armes, himselfe addrest

In shepheards weed, and in his hand he tooke,

In stead of steelehead speare, a shepheards hooke,

That who had seene him then, would haue bethought

OnPhrygian ParisbyPlexippusbrooke,

When he the loue of fayreOenone[550]sought,

What time the golden apple was vnto him brought.

So being clad, vnto the fields he wentxxxviiWith the fairePastorellaeuery day,And kept her sheepe with diligent attent,Watching to driue the rauenous Wolfe away,The whylest at pleasure she mote sport and play;And euery euening helping them to fold:And otherwhiles for need, he did assayIn his strong hand their rugged teats to hold,And out of them to presse the milke: loue so much could.

So being clad, vnto the fields he wentxxxvii

With the fairePastorellaeuery day,

And kept her sheepe with diligent attent,

Watching to driue the rauenous Wolfe away,

The whylest at pleasure she mote sport and play;

And euery euening helping them to fold:

And otherwhiles for need, he did assay

In his strong hand their rugged teats to hold,

And out of them to presse the milke: loue so much could.

Which seeingCoridon, who her likewisexxxviiiLong time had lou’d, and hop’d her loue to gaine,He much was troubled at that straungers guize,And many gealous thoughts conceiu’d in vaine,That this of all his labour and long paineShould reap the haruest, ere it ripened were,That made him scoule, and pout, and oft complaineOfPastorellto all the shepheards there,That she did loue a stranger swayne then him more dere.

Which seeingCoridon, who her likewisexxxviii

Long time had lou’d, and hop’d her loue to gaine,

He much was troubled at that straungers guize,

And many gealous thoughts conceiu’d in vaine,

That this of all his labour and long paine

Should reap the haruest, ere it ripened were,

That made him scoule, and pout, and oft complaine

OfPastorellto all the shepheards there,

That she did loue a stranger swayne then him more dere.

And euer when he came in companie,xxxixWhereCalidorewas present, he would loure,And byte his lip, and euen for gealousieWas readie oft his owne hart to deuoure,Impatient of any paramoure:Who on the other side did seeme so farreFrom malicing, or grudging his good houre,That all he could, he graced him with her,Ne euer shewed signe of rancour or of iarre.

And euer when he came in companie,xxxix

WhereCalidorewas present, he would loure,

And byte his lip, and euen for gealousie

Was readie oft his owne hart to deuoure,

Impatient of any paramoure:

Who on the other side did seeme so farre

From malicing, or grudging his good houre,

That all he could, he graced him with her,

Ne euer shewed signe of rancour or of iarre.

And oft, whenCoridonvnto her broughtxlOr litle sparrowes, stolen from their nest,Or wanton squirrels, in the woods farre sought,Or other daintie thing for her addrest,He would commend his guift, and make the best.Yet she no whit his presents did regard,Ne him could find to fancie in her brest:This newcome shepheard had his market mard.Old loue is litle worth when new is more prefard.

And oft, whenCoridonvnto her broughtxl

Or litle sparrowes, stolen from their nest,

Or wanton squirrels, in the woods farre sought,

Or other daintie thing for her addrest,

He would commend his guift, and make the best.

Yet she no whit his presents did regard,

Ne him could find to fancie in her brest:

This newcome shepheard had his market mard.

Old loue is litle worth when new is more prefard.

One day when as the shepheard swaynes togetherxliWere met, to make their sports and merrie glee,As they are wont in faire sunshynie weather,The whiles their flockes in shadowes shrouded bee,They fell to daunce: then did they all agree,ThatColin Clout[551]should pipe as one most fit;AndCalidoreshould lead the ring, as heeThat most inPastorellaesgrace did sit.Thereat frown’dCoridon, and his lip closely bit.

One day when as the shepheard swaynes togetherxli

Were met, to make their sports and merrie glee,

As they are wont in faire sunshynie weather,

The whiles their flockes in shadowes shrouded bee,

They fell to daunce: then did they all agree,

ThatColin Clout[551]should pipe as one most fit;

AndCalidoreshould lead the ring, as hee

That most inPastorellaesgrace did sit.

Thereat frown’dCoridon, and his lip closely bit.

ButCalidoreof courteous inclinationxliiTookeCoridon, and set him in his place,That he should lead the daunce, as was his fashion;ForCoridoncould daunce, and trimly trace.And when asPastorella, him to grace,Her flowry garlond tooke from her owne head,And plast on his, he did it soone displace,And did it put onCoridonsin stead:ThenCoridonwoxe frollicke, that earst seemed dead.

ButCalidoreof courteous inclinationxlii

TookeCoridon, and set him in his place,

That he should lead the daunce, as was his fashion;

ForCoridoncould daunce, and trimly trace.

And when asPastorella, him to grace,

Her flowry garlond tooke from her owne head,

And plast on his, he did it soone displace,

And did it put onCoridonsin stead:

ThenCoridonwoxe frollicke, that earst seemed dead.

Another time, when as they did disposexliiiTo practise games, and maisteries[552]to try,They for their Iudge didPastorellachose;A garland was the meed of victory.ThereCoridonforth stepping openly,Did chalengeCalidoreto wrestling game:For he through long and perfect industry,Therein well practisd was, and in the sameThought sure t’auenge his grudge, and worke his foe great shame.

Another time, when as they did disposexliii

To practise games, and maisteries[552]to try,

They for their Iudge didPastorellachose;

A garland was the meed of victory.

ThereCoridonforth stepping openly,

Did chalengeCalidoreto wrestling game:

For he through long and perfect industry,

Therein well practisd was, and in the same

Thought sure t’auenge his grudge, and worke his foe great shame.

ButCalidorehe greatly did mistake;xlivFor he was strong and mightily stiffe pight,That with one fall his necke he almost brake,And had he not vpon him fallen light,His dearest ioynt he sure had broken quight.Then was the oaken crowne byPastorellGiuen toCalidore, as his due right;But he, that did in courtesie excell,Gaue it toCoridon, and said he wonne it well.

ButCalidorehe greatly did mistake;xliv

For he was strong and mightily stiffe pight,

That with one fall his necke he almost brake,

And had he not vpon him fallen light,

His dearest ioynt he sure had broken quight.

Then was the oaken crowne byPastorell

Giuen toCalidore, as his due right;

But he, that did in courtesie excell,

Gaue it toCoridon, and said he wonne it well.

Thus did the gentle knight himselfe abearexlvAmongst that rusticke rout in all his deeds,That euen they, the which his riuals were,Could not maligne him, but commend him needs:For courtesie amongst the rudest breeds[553]Good will and fauour. So it surely wroughtWith this faire Mayd, and in her mynde the seedsOf perfect loue did sow, that last forth broughtThe fruite of ioy and blisse, though long time dearely bought[554].

Thus did the gentle knight himselfe abearexlv

Amongst that rusticke rout in all his deeds,

That euen they, the which his riuals were,

Could not maligne him, but commend him needs:

For courtesie amongst the rudest breeds[553]

Good will and fauour. So it surely wrought

With this faire Mayd, and in her mynde the seeds

Of perfect loue did sow, that last forth brought

The fruite of ioy and blisse, though long time dearely bought[554].

ThusCalidorecontinu’d there long time,xlviTo winne the loue of the fairePastorell;Which hauing got, he vsed without crimeOr blamefull blot, but menaged so well,That he of all the rest, which there did dwell[555],Was fauoured, and to her grace commended.But what straunge fortunes vnto him befell,Ere he attain’d the point by him intended,Shall more conueniently in other place be ended.

ThusCalidorecontinu’d there long time,xlvi

To winne the loue of the fairePastorell;

Which hauing got, he vsed without crime

Or blamefull blot, but menaged so well,

That he of all the rest, which there did dwell[555],

Was fauoured, and to her grace commended.

But what straunge fortunes vnto him befell,

Ere he attain’d the point by him intended,

Shall more conueniently in other place be ended.

FOOTNOTES:[541]iv 8 cotes1609[542]9 time] tineconj. Church[543]vi 5 him] them1596[544]vii 8 tyde.1596[545]xii 7 fell1596[546]xxvi 1 care1609[547]4 wrapt1609[548]xxviii 6 th’heauens1596,1609[549]xxxv 8 ev’r1609[550]xxxvi 8Benone1596,1609:corr. Hughes[551]xli 6clout1596[552]xliii 2 masteries1609[553]xlv 5 breeds:1596[554]9 bought] soughtconj. Church[555]xlvi 5 dwell] well1596,1609:corr. 1611

[541]iv 8 cotes1609

[542]9 time] tineconj. Church

[543]vi 5 him] them1596

[544]vii 8 tyde.1596

[545]xii 7 fell1596

[546]xxvi 1 care1609

[547]4 wrapt1609

[548]xxviii 6 th’heauens1596,1609

[549]xxxv 8 ev’r1609

[550]xxxvi 8Benone1596,1609:corr. Hughes

[551]xli 6clout1596

[552]xliii 2 masteries1609

[553]xlv 5 breeds:1596

[554]9 bought] soughtconj. Church

[555]xlvi 5 dwell] well1596,1609:corr. 1611

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