They answer'd him, that no such beast they saw,
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 them farre from them 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.
VII.
The knight was nothing nice, where was no need,
And tooke their gentle offer; so adowne
They prayd him sit, and gave him offer for to feed
Such homely what as serves 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,
Yclad in home-made greene that her owne hands had
VIII.
Upon a litle hillocke she was placed
Higher then all the rest, and round about
Environ'd with a girland, goodly graced,
Of lovely 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 heavenly hew
Were downe to them descended in that earthly vew.
And soothly sure she was full fayre of face,
And perfectly well shapt in every 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 heavenly wight,
Did for their soveraine goddesse her esteeme,
And caroling her name both day and night,
The fayrest Pastorella her by name did hight.
Ne was there heard, ne was there shepheard's swayne But her did honour, and eke many a one
Burnt in her love, and with sweet pleasing payne
Full many a night for her did sigh and grone;
But most of all the shepheard Coridon
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;
[ascend. Though meane her lot, yet higher did her mind
Her whyles Sir Calidore there vewed well,
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 prince's paragone esteemed,
He was unwares surpris'd 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,
Ne any will had thence to move away,
Although his quest were farre afore him gon;
But after he had fed, yet did he stay,
And sate there still, untill the flying day
Was farre forth spent, discoursing diversly
Of sundry things, as fell, to worke delay,
And evermore his speach he did apply
Toth'heards, but meant them to the damzel's fantazy.
XIII.
By this the moystie Night approaching fast
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 silver lockes bedeckt his beard and hed,
With shepheards hooke in hand, and fit attyre,
That wil'd the damzell rize; the day did now expyre.
XIV.
He was to weet by common voice esteemed
The father of the fayrest Pastorell,
And of herselfe 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 up 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,
And streight unto her litle flocke did fare;
Then all the rest about her rose likewise,
And each his sundrie sheepe with severall care
Gathered together, and them homeward bare;
Whilest everie one with helping hands did strive
Amongst themselves, and did their labours share,
To helpe faire Pastorella home to drive
Her fleecie flocke; but Coridon most helpe did give.
But Melibee (so hight that good old man)
Now seeing Calidore left all alone,
And night arrived hard at hand, began
Him to invite unto 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 salvage fields to rome;
The knight full gladly soone agreed thereto, [go.
Being his hart's owne wish, and home with him did
XVII.
There he was welcom'd of that honest syre,
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 fayrest Pastorell,
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 crave contented to abyde.
Tho when they had their hunger slaked well,
And the fayre mayd the tables 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 greately 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 "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 envie,
"And wish my lot were plast in such felicitie.” XX.
"Surely, my Sonne," then answer'd he againe, "If happie, then it is in this intent,
"That having small, yet doe I not complaine "Of want, ne wish for more it to augment, "But doe myselfe with that I have content; "So taught of Nature, which doth litle need "Of forreine helpes to life's due nourishment; "The fields my food, my flocke my rayment breed; "Na better doe I weare, no better doe I feed.
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