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But when she parted hence the left her groome, ,
An yron man, which did on her attend
Always to execute her stedfast doome,
And willed him with Artegall to wend,
And doe whatever thing he did intend :
His name was Talus, made of yron mould,
Immoveable, resistlesse, without end;
Who in his hand an yron Aale did hould,
With which he thresht out falfhood, and did truth unfould.
He now went with him in this new inquest,
Him for to aide, if aide he chaunst to neede,
Against that cruell Tyrant, which opprest
The faire Irena with his foule misdeede,
And kept the crowne in which she İhould succeed :
And now together on their way they bin,
Whenas they saw a squire in squallid weed
Lamenting sore his sorrowfull sad tyne
With many bitter teares shed from his blubbred eync.
To whom as they approched, they espide
A sorie fight as ever seene with eye,
An headlesse ladie lying him beside
In her owne blood all wallow'd wofully,
That her gay clothes did in discolour die.
Much was he moved at that ruefull fight;
And flam'd with zeale of vengeance inwardly
He askt who had that dame so fouly dight,
Or whether his owne hand, or whether other wight?
Ab! woe is me, and well away, quoth hee
Bursting forth teares like springs out of a banke,
That ever I this dismall day did see !
Full farre was I from thinking such a pranke;
Yet litle lofje it were, and mickle thanke,
If I should graunt that I have doen the fame,
That I mote drinke the cup whereof the dranke ;
But that I should die guiltie of the blame,
The which another did wbo now is fled with shame.
Who was it then, fayd Artegall, that wrought?
And why ? doe it declare unto me trew.
A knight, said he, if knight be may be thought,
That did his hand in ladies bloud embrew,
for no cause, but as I mall you shew.
This day as I in solace sate hereby
With a fayre love whose lose I now do rew,
There came this knight, having in companie
This lucklesse ladie which now bere doth beadlese lie.
He, whether mine seem'd fayrer in his eye,
Or that be wexed weary of his owne,
Would change with me; but I did it denye,
So did the ladies both, as may be knowne :
But be, whose spirit was with pride upblowne,
Would not so res contented with bis right ;
But having from his courser her downe throwne
Fro me reft mine away by lawlesse might,
And on bis fteed ber set to beare ber out of hgbt.
Which wben bis ladie faw, she follow'd faft,
And on him catching hold
loud to crie
Not fo to leave her nor away to caf,
But rather of his hand befought to die :
With that his sword be drew all wrathfully,
And at one stroke cropt off ber head with scorne,
In that same place whereas it now doth lie.
with bim bath borne,
And left me bere both bis and mine owne love to morne.
Aread, fayd he, which way tben did be make ?
And by what markes may
be be knowne againe ?
To bope, quoth he, bim soone to overtake,
That bence so long departed, is but vaine :
But yet be pricked over yonder plaine,
And as I marked bore upon bis field,
By which it's eafie bim to know againe,
Å broken sword within a bloodie field ;
Expresfing well bis nature which the same did wield.
No sooner fayd, but streight he after fent
His yron page, who him pursew'd so light,
As that it seem'd above the ground he went:
For he was swift as swallow in her flight,
And strong as lyon in his lordly might.
It was not long before he overtooke
Sir Sanglier, (so cleeped was that knight)
Whom at the first he ghessed by his looke,
And by the other markes which of his shield he tooke.
He bad him stay and backe with him retire ;
Who full of scorne to be commaunded fo,
The lady to alight did eft require,
Whilest he reformed that uncivill fo ;
And streight at him with all his force did
Who mov'd no more therewith, then when a rocke
Is lightly stricken with some stones throw;
But to him leaping lent himn such a knocke,
That on the ground he layd him like a sencelesse blocke.
But ere he could himselfe recure againe,
Him in his iron paw 'he seized had ;
That when he wak’t out of his warelesse paine,
He found himself unwist so ill bestad,
That lim he could not wag: thence he him lad,
Bound like a beast appointed to the stall :
The fight whereof the lady fore adrad,
And fain’d to fly for feare of being thrall
But he her quickly stayd, and forft to wend withall.
When to the place they came where Artegall
By that same carefull squire did then abide,
He gently gan him to demaund of all
That did betwixt him and that squire betide :
Who with sterne countenance and indignant pride
Did aunswere, that of all he guiltlesse stood,
And his accuser thereuppon defide ;
For neither he did shed that ladies bloud,
Nor tooke away his love, but his owne proper good:
Well did the squire perceive himselfe too weake
To aunswere his defiaunce in the field,
And rather chose his challenge off to breake
Then to approve his right with speare and shield,
And rather guilty chose himselfe to yield.
But Artegall by signes perceiving plaine
That he it was not which that lady kild,
But that strange knight, the fairer love to gaine,
Did cast about by Neight the truth thereout to straine ;
And sayd, Now sure this doubtfull causes right
Can bardly but by facrament be tride,
Or else by ordele, or by blooddy fight;
That ill perhaps mote fall to either pide :
But if ye please that I your cause decide,
Perbaps I may all further quarrell end,
So ye will sweare my iudgement to abide.
Thereto they both did franckly condiscend,
And to his doome with liftfull eares did both attend.
Sith then, fayd he, ye both the dead deny,
And both the living lady claime
Let both the dead and living equally
Devided be betwixt you here in hgbt,
And each of either take his share aright.
But looke who does dissent from this my
He for a twelve moneths day shall in despight
Beare for bis penaunce that same ladies bead;
To witnesse to the world that she by him is dead.
Well pleased with that doome was Sangliere,
And offred streight the lady to be slaine :
But that same squire to whom she was more dere,
Whenas he saw she should be cut in twaine,
Did yield the rather should with him remaine
Alive then to himselfe be shared dead;
And rather then his love should suffer paine,
He chose with shame to beare that ladies head :
True love despiseth shame when life is cald in dread.
Whom when so willing Artegall perceaved ;
Not so, tbou squire, he sayd, but thine I deeme
I be living lady, which from thee be reaved :
For worthy thou of her doeft rightly seeme.
And you, fir knight, that love
fe light esteeme,
As that ye would for little leave the same,
Take bere your owne that doth you beft befeeme,
And with it beare the burden of defame;
Your owne dead ladies head, to tell abrode your shame.
But Sangliere disdained much his doome,
And sternly gan repine at his beheast;
Ne would for ought obay, as did become,
To beare that ladies head before his breast:
Untill that Talus had his pride represt,
And forced him maulgre it up to reare.
Who when he saw it bootelefle to resist,
He tooke it up, and thence with him did beare;
As rated spaniell takes his burden
Much did that squire Sir Artegall adore
For his great iustice held in high regard ;
And as his squire him offred evermore
To serve, for want of other meete reward,
And wend with him on his adventure hard :
But he thereto would by no meanes consent;
But leaving him forth on his iourney far’d:
Ne wight with him but onely Talus went;
They two enough t'encounter an whole regiment.