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XXXIII. Sir Calepine her thanсkt, yet inly wroth Against her knight, her gentlenesse refused, And carelesly into the river goth, As in despight to be so fowle abused Of a rude churle, whom often he accused Of fowle discourtesie, unfit for knight; And strongly wading through the waves unused, With speare in th one hand, stayd himselfe upright, With th' other staide his lady up with steddy might.
XXXIV. And all the while that same discourteous knight Stood on the further bancke beholding him ; At whose calamity, for more despight, He laught, and mockt to see him like to swim ; But whenas Calepine came to the brim, And saw his carriage past that perill well, Looking at that same carle with count'nance grim, His heart with vengeaunce inwardly did swell, And forth at last did breake in speaches sharpe and XXXV.
(fell : “Unknightly Knight, the blemish of that name, “ And blot of all that armes uppon them take, " That is the badge of honour and of fame, “ Lo I defie thee, and here challenge make, " That thou for ever doe those armes forsake, “ And be for ever held a recreant knight, “ Unlesse thou dare, for thy deare ladies sake, “ And for thine owne defence, on foote alight, “To iustifie thy fault gainst me in equall fight.”
XXXVI. The dastard, that did heare himselfe defyde, Seem'd not to weigh his threatfull words at all, But laught them out, as if his greater pryde Did scorne the challenge of so base a thrall, Or had no courage, or else had no gall : So much the more was Calepine offended, That him to no revenge he forth could call, But both his challenge and himselfe contemned, Ne cared as a coward so to be condemned.
XXXVII. But he nought weighing what he sayd or did, Turned his steede about another way, And with his lady to the castle rid Where was his won; ne did the other stay, But after went directly as he may, For his sicke charge some harbour there to seeke i Where he arriving with the fall of day, Drew to the gate, and there with prayers meeke, And myld entreaty, lodging for her did beseeke.
XXXVIII. But the rude porter, that no manners had, Did shut the gate against him in his face, And entraunce boldly unto him forbad; Nathelesse the knight, now in so needy case, Gan him entreat even with submission base, And humbly praid to let them in that night; Who to him aunswer'd, that there was no place Of lodging fit for any errant knight, Unlesse that with his lord he formerly did fight.
XXXIX. “ Full loth am I," quoth he, “ as now at earst, “ When day is spent, and rest us needeth most, “ And that this lady, both whose sides are pearst * With wounds, is ready to forgo the ghost; “ Ne would I gladly combate with mine host, " That should to mesuch curtesie afford, “ Unlesse that I were thereunto enforst; “ But yet aread to me, how hight thy lord, “ That doth thus strongly ward the Castle of the
[Ford.” “ His name," quoth he, “ if that thou list to learne, • Is hight Sir Turpine, one of mickle might " And manhood rare, but terrible and stearne “ In all assaies to every errant knight, “ Because of one that wrought him fowle despight.' “ Ill seemes,” sayd he,“ if he so valiaunt be, « That he should be so sterne to stranger wight;
For seldome yet did living creature see 66 That curtesie and manhood ever disagree.
XLI. “ But go thy waies to him, and fro me say “ That here is at his gate an errant knight, “ That house-rome craves, yet would be loth t'assay “ The proofe of battell now in doubtfull night, “ Or curtesie with rudenesse to requite; “ Yet if he needes will fight, crave leave till morne ; “ And tell withall the lamentable plight “ In which this lady languisheth forlorne, " That pitty craves, as he of woman was yborne."
XLV, The morrow next, so soone as ioyous day Did shew itselfe in sunny beames bedight, Serena, full of dolorous dismay, Twixt darkenesse dread and hope of living light, Uprear’d her head to see that cherefull sight; Then Calepine, however inly wroth, And greedy to avenge that vile despight, Yet for the feeble ladies sake, full loth [goth. To make there lenger stay, forth on his journey
XLVI. He goth on foote all armed by her side, Upstaying siill herselfe uppon her steede, Being unhable else alone to ride, So sore her sides, so much her wounds did bleede; Till that at length, in his extremest neede, He chaunst far off an armed knight to spy, Pursuing him apace with greedy speede; Whom well he wist to be some enemy, That meant to make advantage of his misery.
XLVII. Wherefore he stayd, till that he nearer drew, To weet what issue would thereof betyde; Tho whenas he approched nigh in vew, By certaine signes he plainly him descryde To be the man that with such scornfull pryde Had him abusde and shamde yesterday; Therefore misdoubting least he should misguyde His former malice to some new assay, He cast to keepe himselfe so safely as he may.