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FROM MR. UPTON'S TEXT.
When SPENSER saw the fame was spredd so large
VERSES TO THE AUTHOR.
PRINTED FOR J. BELL, BOOKSELLER TO HIS
BOOK VI. CANTO IV.
Calepine by a salvage man
I. Like as a ship with dreadfull storm long tost, Having spent all her mastes and her ground-hold, Now farre from harbour likely to be lost, At last some fisher-barke doth neare behold, That giveth comfort to her courage cold; Such was the state of this most courteous knight, Being oppressed by that faytour bold, That he remayned in most perilous plight, And his sad ladie left in pitifull affright;
II. Till that by fortune, passing all foresight, A salvage man, which in those woods did wonne, Drawne with that ladies loud and piteous shright, Toward the same incessantly did ronne, To understand what there was to be donne; There he this most discourteous craven found, As fiercely yet as when he first begonne, Chasing the gentle Calepine around, Ne sparing him the more for all his grievous wound,
V He stayed not t'advize which way were hest His foe t'assayle, or how himselfe to gård, But with fierce fury and with force infest Upon him ran; who being well prepard, His first assault full warily did ward, And with the push of his sharp-pointed speare Full on the breast him strooke so strong and hard, That forst him backe recoyle and reele areare ; Yet in his bodie made no wound-nor bloud appeare, VI. With that the wyld man more enraged grew, Like to a tyger that hath mist his pray, And with mad mood againe upon him fiew, Regarding neither speare that mote him slay, Nor his fierce steed that mote him much dismay: The salvage nation doth all dread despize : Tho on his shield he griple hold did lay, And held the same so hard, that by no wize He could him force to loose, or leave his enterprize.
VII. Long did he wrest and wring it to and fro, And every way did try, but all in vaine ; For he would not his greedie grype forgoe, But hayld and puld with all his might and maine, That from his steed him nigh he drew againe; Who having now no use of his long speare So nigh at hand, nor force his shield to straine, Both speare and shield, as things that needlesse
were, He quite forsooke, and fled himselfe away for feare.
VIII. But after him the wyld man ran apace, And him pursewed with importune speed, For he was swift as any bucke in chace; And had he not in his extreamest need Bene helped through the swiftnesse of his steed, He had him overtaken in his flight; Who, ever as he saw him nigh succeed, Gan cry aloud with horrible affright, And sbrieked out; a thing uncomely for a knight.