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XVIII. Much was the lady troubled at that speach; And gan to question streight how she it knew, “ Most certaine markes,“ sayd she, “do me it teach; *« For on her breast I with these eyes did vew 66 The litle purple rose which thereon grew, “ Whereof her name ye then to her did give: “ Besides, her countenaunce and her likely hew, “ Matched with equall yeares, do surely prive “ That yond same is your daughter sure, which yet
[doth live." The matrone stayd no lenger to enquire, But forth in hast ran to the straunger mayd, Whom catching greedily for great desire, Rent up her brest, and bosome open layd, In which that rose she plainely saw displayd ; Then her embracing twixt her armes twaine, She long so held, and softly weeping sayd, “ And livest thou, my Daughter ! now againe ? “ And art thou yet alive, whom dead I long did
[fayne?" Tho further asking her of sundry things, And times comparing with their accidents, She found at last, by very certaine signes, And speaking markes of passed monuments, That this young mayd, whom chance to her presents, Is her owne daughter, her owne infant deare; Tho wondring long at those so straunge events, A thousand times she her embraced nere, With many a ioyfull kisseand many a melting teare.
XXIV. Into their cloysters now he broken had, Thro' which the monckes he chaced here and there, And them persu'd into their dortours sad, And searched all their cels and secrets neare, In which what filth and ordure did appeare Were yrkesome to report ; yet that foule Beast Nought sparing them, the more did tosse ond teare, And ransacke all their dennes from most to least, Regarding nought religion nor their holy heast.
XXV. From thence into the sacred church he broke, And robd the chancell, and the deskes downe threw, And altars fouled, and blasphemy spoke, And the images, for all their goodly hew, Did cast to ground, whilest none was them to rew, So all confounded and disordered there; But seeing Calidore, away he flew, Knowing his fatall hand by former feare; But he him fast pursuing, soone approached neare.
XXVI. Him in a narrow place he overtooke, And fierce assailing forst him turne againe ; Sternely he turnd againe, when he him strooke With his sharpe steele, and ran at him amaine With open mouth, that seemed to containe A full good pecke within the utmost brim, All set with yron teeth in raunges twaine, That terrifide his foes, and armed him, Appearing like the mouth of Orcus griesly grim.
XXVII. And therein were a thousand tongs empight Of sundry kindes and sundry quality ; Some were of dogs, that barked day and night, And some of cats, that wrawling still did cry, And some of beares, that groynd continually, And some of tygres, that did seeme to gren, And snar at all that ever passed by ; But most of them were tongues of mortall men, Which spake reprochfully, not caring where nor XXVIII.
[when. And them amongst were mingled here and there The tongues of serpents with three-forked stings, That spat out poyson and gore, bloudy gere, At all that came within his ravenings, And spake licentious words and hatefull things Of good and bad alike, of low and hie; Ne kesars spared he a whit nor kings, But either blotted theni with infamie, Or bit them with his banefull teeth of iniury.
.XXIX. But Calidore, thereof no whit afrayd, Rencountred him with so impetuous' might, That th' outrage of his violence he stayd, And bet abacke, threatning in vaine to bite, And spitting forth the poyson of his spight, That fomed all about his bloody iawes ;' Tho rearing up his former feete on hight, He rampt upon him with his ravenous. páwes, As if he would have rent him with his ell clawes. XXX. But he right well aware his rage to ward, Did cast his shield atweene, and therewithall Putting his puissaunce forth, pursu'd so hard, That backeward he enforced him to fall, And being downe, ere he new helpe could call, His shield he on him threw, and fast downe held; Like as a bullocke, that in bloudy stall Of butchers balefull hand to ground is fe Is forcibly kept downe till he be thoroughly queld.
XXXI. Full cruelly the Beast did rage and rore, To be downe held and maystred so with might, That he gan fret and fome out bloudy gore, Striving in vaine to rere himself upright; For still the more he strove, the more the knight Did him suppresse, and forcibly subdew, That made him almost mad for fell despight : He grind, he bit, he scracht, he venim threw, And fared like a feend, right horrible in hew :
XXXII. Or like the hell-borne hydra, which they faine That great Alcides whilome overthrew, After that he had labourd long in vaine Το his thousand heads, the which still new Forth budded, and in greater number grew : Such was the fury of this hellish Beast, Whilest Calidore him under him downe threw, Who nathemore his heavy load releast, [creast. But aye the more he rag'd, the more his powre in.