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XXVII. “ Another Grace she well deserves to be, “ In whom so many graces gathered are, “ Excelling much the meane of her degree; “ Divine resemblaunce, beauty soveraine rare, “ Firme chastity, that spight ne blemish dare ; « All which she with such courtesie doth grace, " That all her peres cannot with her compare, “ But quite are dimmed when she is in place; “ She made me often pipe, and now to pipe apace.

XXVIII. « Sunne of the world, great glory of the sky, “ That all the earth doest lighten with thy rayes, “ Great Gloriana! greatest maiesty, “ Pardon thy Shepheard, mongst so many layes As he hath sung of thee in all his dayes, “ To make one minime of thy poore handmayd, “ And underneath thy feete to place her prayse, “ That when thy glory shall be farre displayd To future age, of her this mention may be made."

XXIX. When thus that Shepheard ended had his speach, Said Calidore, “ Now sure it yrketh mee, “ That to thy blisse I made this luckelesse breach, “ As now the author of thy bale to be, Thus to bereave thy love's deare sight from thee; “ But, gentle Shepheard ! pardon thou my shame, “Who rashly sought that which I mote not see. Thus did the courteous knight excuse his blame, And to recomfort him all comely meanes did frame.

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XXX. In such discourses they together spent Long time, as fit occasion forth them led, With which the knight himselfe did much content, And with delight his greedy fancy fed Both of his words, which he with reason red, And also of the place, whose pleasures rare With such regard his sences ravished, That thence he had no will away to fare, [share. But wisht that with that shepheard he mote dwelling

But that envenim'd sting, the which of yore
His poysnous point deepe fixed in his hart
Had left, now gan afresh to rancle sore,
And to renue the rigour of his smart,
Which to recure, no skill of leaches art
Mote him availe, but to returne againe
To his wound's worker, that with lovely dart
Dinting his brest had bred his restlesse paine,
Like as the woundedwhaleto shore flies fromthemaine.

So taking leave of that same gentle swaine,
He backe returned to his rusticke wonne,
Where his faire Pastorella did remaine ;
To whome in sorte, as he at first begonne,
He daily did apply himselfe to donne
All dewfull service, voide of thoughts impure ;
Ne any paines ne perill did he shonne,
By which he might her to his love allure,
And liking in her yet untamed heart procure:
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XXXIII. And evermore the shepheard Coridon, Whatever thing he did her to aggrate, Did strive to match with strong contention, And all his paines did closely emulate ; Whether it were to caroll, as they sate Keeping their sheepe, or games to exercize, Or to present her with their labours late ; Through which if any grace chaunst to arize To him, the shepheard straight with iealousie did frize.

XXXIV. One day, as they all three together went To the greene wood to gather strawberies, There chaunst to them a dangerous accident; A tigre forth out of the wood did rise, That with fell clawes full of fierce gourmandize, And greedy mouth wide-gaping like hell-gate, Did runne at Pastorell her to surprize, Whom she beholding, now all desolate, Gan cry to them aloud to helpe her all too late.

XXXV. Which Coridon first hearing ran in hast To reskue her; but when he saw the feend, Through cowherd feare he fled away as fast, Ne durst abide the daunger of the end ; His life he steemed dearer then his frend : But Calidore soone comming to her ayde, When he the beast saw readie now to rend His love's deare spoile, in which his heart was prayde, He ran at him enraged, instead of being frayde.

XXXVI. He had no weapon but his shepheard's hooke To serve the vengeaunce of his wrathfull will, With which so sternely he the monster strooke, That to the ground astonished he fell; Whence ere he could recou'r, he did him quell, Aud hewing off his head, it presented Before the feete of the faire Pastorell, Who, scarcely yet from former feare exempted, A thousand times hin thankt that had her death

XXXVII. [prevented. From that day forth she gan him to affect, And daily more her favour to augment; But Coridon for cowherdize reiect, Fit to keepe sheepe, unfit for love's content; The gentle heart scornes base disparagement: Yet Calidore did not despise him quight, But usde him friendly for further intent, That by his fellowship he colour might Both his estate and love from skill of any wight.

XXXVIII. So well he wood her, and so well he wrought her, With humble service, and with daily sute, That at the last unto his will he brought her, Which he so wisely well did prosecute, That of his love he reapt the timely frute, And ioyed long in close felicity; Till Fortune, fraught with malice blinde and brute, That envies lovers long prosperity, Blew up a bitter storme of foule adversity.

XXXIX. It fortuned one day, when Calidore Was hunting in the woods, as was his trade, A lawlesse people, Brigants hight of yore, That never usde to live by plough or spade, But fed on spoile and booty which they made Upon their neighbours, which did nigh them border, The dwelling of these shepheards did invade, And spoyld their houses, and themselves did murder, And drove away their flocks, with other much disorXL.

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They spoyld old Melibee of all he had,
And all his people captive led away,
Mongst which this lucklesse mayd away was lad,
Faire Pastorella! sorrowfull and sad,
Most sorrowfull, most sad, that ever sight,
Now made the spoile of theeves and Brigants bad,
Which was the conquest of the gentlest knight
That ever liv'd, and th’onely glory of his might.

With them also was taken Coridon,
And carried captive by those theeves away,
Who in the covert of the night, that none
Mote them descry, nor reskue from their pray,
Unto their dwelling did them close convay :
Their dwelling in a little island was,
Covered with shrubby woods, in which no way
Appeared for people in nor out to pas,
Nor any footing fynde for over-growen gras ;

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