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XXX. “ It is the mynd that maketh good or ill, " That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore; “ For some, that hath abundance at his will, “ Hath not enough, but wants in greatest store ; “ And other, that hath litle, asks no more, “ But in that litle is both rich and wise; " For wisdome is most riches; fooles therefore “ They, are which fortunes doe by vowes devize, « Sith each unto himselfe his life

may

fortunize."

XXXI. “ Since then in each man's self,” said Calidore, “ It is to fashion his owne lyfe's estate, “ Give leave awhyle, good Father ! in this shore “ To rest my barcke, which hath bene beaten late “ With stormes of fortune and tempestuous fate, " In seas of troubles and of toylesome paine, “ That whether quite from them for to retrate “I shall resolve, or backe to turne againe, (taine. “ I may here with yourselfe some small repose ob

XXXII. se Not that the burden of so bold a guest “ Shall chargefull be, or chaunge to you at all, « For your meane food shall be my daily feast, “ And this your cabin both my bowre and hall: “ Besides, for recompence hereof, I shall “ You well reward, and golden guerdon give, " That may perhaps you better much withall, “ And in this quiet make you safer live.” So forth he drew much gold, and toward him it drive.

XXXIII. But the good man, nought tempted with the offer Of his rich mould, did thrust it farre away, And thus bespake; “ Sir Knight, your bounteous “ Be farre fro me, to whom ye ill display (proffer “ That mucky masse, the cause of mens decay, “ That mote empaire my peace with daungers dread; “ But if ye algates covet to assay “ This simple sort of life that shepheards lead, “ Be it your owne; our rudenesse to yourselfe XXXIV.

[aread." So there that night Sir Calidore did dwell, And long while after, whilest him list remaine, Dayly beholding the fayre Pastorell, And feeding on the bayt of his owne bane ; During which time he did her entertaine With all kind courtesies he could invent, And every day, her companie to gaine, When to the field she went, he with her went; So for to quench his fire he did it more augment.

XXXV. But she, that never had acquainted beene With such quient usage, fit for queens and kings, Ne ever had such knightly service seene, But being bred under base shepheards wings Had ever learn'd to love the lowly things, Did litle whit regard his courteous guize, But cared more for Colin's carolings Then all that he could doe or ev'r devize: [spize. His layes, his loves, his lookes, she did them all de

XXXVI. Which Calidore perceiving, thought it best To chaunge the manner of his loftie looke, And doffing his bright armes, himselfe addrest In shepheard's weed; and in his hand he tooke, Instead of steele-head speare, a shepheard's hooke; That who had seene him then, would have bethought On Phrygian Paris by Plexippus brooke, When he the love of fayre Oenone sought, What time the golden apple was unto him brought.

XXXVII. So being clad, unto the fields he went With the faire Pastorella every day, And kept her sheepe with diligent attent, Watching to drive the ravenous wolfe away, The whylest at pleasure she mote sport and play, And every evening helping them to fold; And otherwhiles for need he did assay In his strong hand their rugged teats to hold, [could. And out of them to presse the milke; love so much

XXXVIII. Which seeing, Coridon, who her likewise Long time had lov'd, and hop'd her love to gaine, He much was troubled at that straunger's guize, And many gealous thoughts conceiv'd in vaine, That this of all his labour and long paine Should reap the harvest ere it ripened were, That made him scoule, and pout, and oft complaine Of Pastorell to all the shepheards there, [dere. That she did love a stranger swayne then him more

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And ever when he came in companie,
Where Calidore was present, he would loure,
And byte his lip, and even for gealousie
Was readie oft his owne hart to devoure,
Impatient of any paramoure;
Who on the other side did seeme so farre
From malicing or grudging his good houre,
That all he could he graced him with her,
Ne ever shewed signe of rancour or of iarre,

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And oft, when Coridon unto her brought
Or little sparrowes stolen from their nest,
Or wanton squirrils in the woods farre sought,
Or other daintie thing for her addrest,
He would commend his guift, and make the best;
Yet she no whit his presents did regard,
Ne him could find to fancie in her brest;
This new-come shepheard had his market mard :
Old love is litle worth when new is more prefard.

XLI. One day whenas the shepheard swaynes together Were met, to make their sports and merrie glee, As they are wont in faire sunshynie weather, The whiles their flockes in shadowes shrouded bee, They fell to daunce; then did they all agree That Colin Clout should pipe, as one most fit, And Calidore should lead the ring, as hee That most in Pastorellaes grace did sit; Thereat frown'd Coridon, and his lip closely bit.

XLII. But Calidore, of courteous inclination, Tooke Coridon, and set him in his place, That he should lead the daunce, as was his fashion ; For Coridon could daunce, and trimly trace ; And whenas Pastorella, him to grace, Her flowry garlond tooke from her owne head, And plast on his, he did it soone displace, And did it put on Coridon's instead; [dead. Then Coridon woxe frollicke, that earst seemed

XLIII. Another time, whenas they did dispose To practise games and maisteries to try, They for their iudge did Pastorella chose, A garland was the meed of victory; There Coridon forth stepping, openly Did chalenge Calidore to wrestling game, For he through long and perfect industry Therein well practisd was, and in the same Thought sure t'avenge his grudge, and worke his

XLIV. [foe great shame. But Calidore he greatly did mistake; For he was strong and mightily stiffe pight, That with one fall his necke he almost brake, And had he not upon him fallen light, His dearest ioynt he sure had broken quight. Then was the oaken crowne by Pastorell Given to Calidore as his due right; But he, that did in courtesie excell, Gave it to Coridon, and said he wonne it well. Volume VI.

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