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And sure he was a man of mickle might,

Had he had governaunce it well to guyde:

But, when the frantick fitt infland his spright, Guyon does Furor bind in chaines,

His force was vaine, and strooke more often wyde And stops Occasion:

Then at the aymed marke which he had eyde: Delivers Phaon, and therefore

And oft himselfe he chaunst to hurt unwares,
By Strife is rayld uppon.

Whylest reason, blent through passion, nought des

But, as a blindfold bull, at random fares, [cryde ; Ix brave poursuitt of honorable deed,

And where he hits nought knowes, and whoin he There is I know not what great difference

hurts nought cares. Betweene the vulgar and the noble seed, Which unto things of valorous pretence

His rude assault and rugged handëling Seemes to be borne by native influence;

Straunge seemed to the knight, that aye with foe As feates of armes; and love to entertaine : In fayre defence and goodly menaging But chiefly skill to ride seemes a science

Of armes was wont to fight: yet nathëmoe Proper to gentle blood : some others faine

Was he abashed now, not fighting so; To menage steeds, as did this vaunter; but in But, more enfierced through his currish play, vaine.

Him sternly grypt, and, hailing to and fro,

To overthrow him strongly did assay, But he, the rightfull owner of that steede, But overthrew himse/fe unwares, and lower lay: Who well could menage and subdew his pride, The whiles on foot was forced for to yeed

And being downe the villein sore did beate With that blacke palmer, his most trusty guide, And bruze with clownish fistes his manly face: Who suffred, not his wandring feete to slide; And eke the bag, with many a bitter threat, But when strong passion, or weake fleshlinesse, Still cald upon to kill hini in the place. Would from the right way seeke to draw him wide, with whose reproch, and odious menace, He would, through temperaunce and stedfastnesse, The knight emboyling in his haugbtie hart Teach him the weak to strengthen, and the strong Knitt all his forces, and gan soone unbrace suppresse.

His grasping hold: so lightly did upstart,

And drew his deadly weapon to maintaine his part, It fortuned, forth faring on his way, He saw from far, or seemed for to see,

Which when the palmer saw, he loudly cryde, Some troublous uprore or contentious fray, “ Not so, O Guyon, never thinke that so Whereto he drew in hast it to agree.

That monster can be maistred or destroyd : A mad man, or that feigned mad to bee,

He is not, ah! he is not such a foe, Drew by the heare along upon the grownd

As steele can wound, or strength can overthroe. A handsom stripling with great crueltee,

That same is Furor, cursed cruel wight, Whom sore be bett, and gor'd with many a wownd, That unto knighthood workes much shame and woe; That cheekes with teares, and sydes with blood, did And that same hag, his aged mother, bight all abowyd.

Occasion ; the roote of all wrath and despight. And him behynd a wicked hag did stalke, “ With her, whoso will raging Furor tame, In ragged robes and filthy disaray;

Must first begin, and well her ámepage: Her other leg was lame, that she no'te walke, First her restraine from her reprochfull blame But on a staffe her feeble steps did stay :

And evill meanes, with which she doth enrage Her lockes, that loathly were and hoarie gray, Her frantick sonne, and kindles his corage; Grew all afore, and loosly hong unrold;

Then, when she is withdrawne or strong withstood, But all behinde was bald, and worne away,

It's eath his ydle fury to aswage, That none thereof could ever taken hold;

And calm the tempest of his passion wood: And eke her face ill-favour'd, full of wrinckles old. The bankes are overflowne when stopped is the food." And, ever as she went, her toung did walke Therewith sir Guyon left his first emprise, I fowle reproch and termies of vile despight, And, turning to that woman, fast her hent Provoking him, by her outrageous talke,

By the hoare lockes that hong before her eyes, To heape more vengeance on that wretched wight: And to the ground her threw: yet n'ould she stent Sometimes she raught him stones, wherwith to smite; Her bitter rayling and foule révilement; Sometimes her staffe, though it ber one leg were, But still provokt her sonne to wreake her wrong: Withouten which she could not goe upright; But nathëlesse he did her still torment, Ne any evil meanes she did forbeare, (reare. And, catching hold of her ungratious tong, That might him move to wrath, and indignation Thereon an yron lock did fasten firme and strong. The noble Guyon, mov'd with great remorse, Then, whenas use of speach was from her reft, Approcbing, first the hag did thrust away; With her two crooked handes she signes did make, And after, adding more impetuous forse,

And beckned him; the last help she had left: His mighty hands did on the madman lay, But he that last left helpe away did take, And pluckt him backe; who, all on fire streightway, And both her handes fast bound unto a stake, Against him turning all his fell intent,

That she no'te stirre. Then gan her sonne to flye With beastly brutish rage gan him assay,

Full fast away, and did her quite forsake :
And smott, and bitt, and kickt, and scratcht, and rent, But Guyon after him in hast did hye,
And did he wist not what in his avengëment. And soone him overtooke in sad perplexitye.

In his strong armes he stifly him embraste, “ Atlast such grace I found, and meanes I wrought,
Who him gain-striving nought at all prevaild; That I that lady to iny spouse had wonne;
For all his power was utterly defaste,

Accord of friendes, consent of parents sought,
And furious fitts at earst quite weren quaild : Affyaunce made, my happinesse begonne,
Oft he re'nforst, and oft his forces fayld,

There wanted nought but few rites to be donne,
Yet yield he would not, nor bis rancor slacke. Which mariage make: that day too farre did seeme!
Then him to ground he cast, and rudely hayld, Most ioyous man, on whom the shining Sunne
And both his hands fast bound behind his backe, Did shew his face, myselfe I did esteeme,
And both his feet in fetters to an yron racke. And that my falser friend did no less joyous deeme.
With hundred yron chaines he did him bind, “ But, ere that wished day his beame disclosd,
And hundred 'knots, that did him sore constraine : He, either envying my toward good,
Yet his great yron teeth he still did grind

Or of himselfe to treason ili disposd,
And grimly gnash, threatning revenge in vaine : One day unto me came in friendly mood,
His burning eyen, whom bloody strakes did staine, And told, for secret, how he understood
Stared full wide, and threw forth sparkes of fyre; That lady, whom I had to me assynd,
And, more for ranck despight then for great paine, Had both d siaind her honorable blood,
Shakt his long locks colourd like copper-wyre,

And eke the faith which she to me did bynd;
And bitt his tawny beard to shew his raging yre. And therefore wisht me stay, till I more truth

should fynd. Thus whenas Guyon Furor had captivd, Turning about he saw that wretched squyre,

“ The gnawing anguish, and sharp gelosy, Whom that mad man of life nigh late deprivd,

Which his sad speach infixed in my brest, Lying on ground, all soild with blood and nyre:

Ranckled so sore, and festred inwardly, Whom whenas he perceived to respyre,

That my engreered mind could find no rest,

Till that the truth thereof I did out wrest;
He gan to comfort, and his woundes to dresse.
Being at last recured, he gan inqnyre

And him besought, by that same sacred band What hard mishap him brought to such distresse,

Betwixt us both, to counsell me the best :

He then with solemne oath and plighted hand and made that caytives thrall, the thrall of wretchednesse.

Assurd, ere long the truth to let me understand. With hart then throbbing, and with watry eyes,

“ Ere long with like againe he boorded mee, “Fayre sir,” quoth he, “what man can sbun the hap, Saying, he now had boulted all the flonre, That hidden lyeś unwares bim to surprise?

And that it was a groome of base degree, Misfortune waites advantage to entrap

Which of my love was partner paramoure:

Who used in a darkesome inoer bowre
The man most wary in her whelming lap.

Her oft to meete: which better to approve,
So me weake wretch, of many weakest one,
Unweeting and unware of such mishap,

He promised to bring me at that howre,

When I should see that would me nearer move, She brought to mischiefe through occasion, Where this same wicked villein did me light apon.

And drive me to withdraw my blind abused love.

“ This gracelesse man, for furtherance of his guile, “ It was a faithlesse squire, that was the sourse

Did court the handmayd of my lady deare, Of all my sorrow and of these sad tearcs,

Who, glad t'embosome his affection vile, With whom from tender dug of commune nourse

Did all she might more pleasing to appeare. Attonce I was upbrought; and eft, when yeares

One day, to worke her to bis will more neare, More rype us reason lent to chose our peares,

He woo'd her thus; • Pryené,'(so she hight). Ourselves in league of vowed love we knitt;

" What great despight doth Fortune to thee beare, In which we long time, without gealous feares

(Thus lowly to abase thy beautie bright, Or faultie thoughts, contynewd as was fitt;

That it should not deface all others lesser light? And, for my part I vow, dissembled not a whitt.

“ " But if she had her least helpe to thee lent, “ It was my fortune, commune to that age, Tadorne thy forme according thy desart, To love a lady fayre of great degree,

Their blazing pride thou wouldest soone have blent, The which was borne of noble parentage,

And staynd their prayses with thy least good part; And set in highest seat of dignitee,

Ne should faire Claribell with all her art, Yet seemd no lesse to love then lovd to bee :

Tho'she thy lady be, approch thee neare: Long I her serv'd, and found her faithfull still, For proofe thereof, this evening, as thou art, Ne ever thing could cause us disagree :

Aray thyselfe in her most gorgeous geare, Love, that two barts makes one, makes eke one will: That I may more delight in thy embracement deare.' Each strove to please, and others pleasure to fulfill.

" The mayden, proud through praise and mad " My friend, hight Philemon, I did partake

through love, Of all my love and all my privitie;

Him hearkned to, and soone herselfe arayd; Who greatly ioyous seemed for my sake,

The whiles to me the treachour did remove And gratious to that lady, as to mee;

His craftie engin; and, as he had sayd, Ne ever wigbt, that mote so welcome bee

Me leading, in a secret corner layd, As he to her, withouten blott or blame;

The sad spectatour of my tragedie: Ne ever thing, that she could think or see, Where left, he went, and his owne false part playd, But unto him she would impart the same:

Disguised like that groome of base degree, wretched man, that would abuse so gentle dame! Whom he had feignd th' abuser of my love to bee.

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« Estsoones he came unto th' appointed place, “ Wrath, Gealosie, Griefe, Love, do thus expell: And with him brought Pryené, rich arayd,

Wrath is a fire; and Gcalosie a weede; In Clarıbellaes clothes : her proper face

Griefe is a flood; and Love a monster fell; I not descerned in that darkesome shade,

The fire of sparkes, the weede of little seede, But weend it was iny love with whom he playd. The food of drops, the monster filth did breede: Ah, God! what horrour and tormenting griefe But sparks, seed, drops, and filth, do thus delay; My hart, my handes, mine eies, and all assayd! Thesparks soone quench, the springing seed outweed, Me liefer were ten thousand deathës priefe

The drops dry up, and filth wipe cleane away: Then wounde of gealous worme, and shame of such So shall Wrath, Gealosy, Griefe, Love, die and derepriefe.

cay.” “ I home retourning, fraught with fowle despight, “ Unlucky squire,” saide Guyon, “ sith thou hast And chawing vengeaquce all the way I weat,

Falne into mischiefe through intemperaunce, Soune as my loathed love appeard in sight, Henceforth take heede of that thou now hast past, With wrathful hand I slew ber innocent;

And guyde thy waies with warie governaunce, That a ler soone I dearely did lament:

Least worse betide thee by some later chaunce. For, when the cause of that outrageous deede But read how art thou nam'd, and of what kin." Demaunded I made plaine and evideat,

“ Phuon I bight," quoth he, “and do advaunce Her faultie handmayd, which that bale did breede, Mine auncestry from famous Coradin, Confest how Philemon her wrought to chaunge her Who first to rayse our house to honour did begin." weede.

Thus as he spake, lo ! far away they spyde “ Which when I heard, with horrible affright A varlet ronning towardes hastily, And hellish fury all enragd, I sought

Whose Alying feet so fast their way applyde, Upon myselfe that vengeable despight

That round about a cloud of dust did fly, To punish: yet it better first I thought

Which, mingled all with sweate, did dim bis eyr. To wreake my wrath on him, that first it wrought: He soone approched, panting, breathlesse, whit, To Philemon, false faytour Philemon,

And all so soyld, that none could him descry; I cast to pay that I so dearely bought:

His countenaupce was bold, and bashed not Of deadly drugs I gave him drinke anon,

For Guyons lookes, but scornefull ey-glaunce at And washt away his guilt with guilty potion.

him shot. “ Thus heaping crime on crime, and griefe on griefe, Behind his backe he bore a brasen shield, To losse of love adioyning losse of frend,

On which was drawen faire, in colours fit, I meant to purge both with a third mischiefe, A flaming fire in midst of bloody field, And in my woes beginner it to end :

And round about the wreath this word was writ, That was Pryené; she did first offend,

Burnt I doc burne : right well beseemed it She last should smart: with which cruell intent, To be the shield of some redoubted knight: When I at her my murdrous blacie did bend, And in his hand two dartes exceeding flit She Bed away with ghastly dreriment,

And deadly sharp he held, whose heads were dight And I, poursewing my fell purpose, after went. In poyson and in blood of malice and despight. “ Peare gave her winges, and rage enforst my flight; When he in presence came, to Guyon first Through woods and plaines so long I did her chace, He boldly spake; “Sir Knight, if knight thou bee, Till this mad man, whom your victorious might Abandon this forestalled place at erst, Hath now fast bound, me met in middle space: For feare of further harme, I counsell thee; As I her, so he me poursewd apace,

Or bide the chaunce at thine owne jeopardee." And shortly overtooke: I, breathing yre,

The knight at his great boldnesse wondered; Sore chauffed at iny stay in such a cace,

And, though he scoru'd his ydle sanitee, And with my heat kindled his crueli fyre; (spyre. Yet mildly him to purpose answered ; Which kindled once, his mother did more rage in- For not to grow of rought he is coniectured; “ Betwixt them both they have me doen to dye, “ Varlet, this place most dew to me I deeme, Through wounds, and strokes, ard stubborne handel- Yielded by him that held it forcibly: -That death were better then such agony, [ing, But whence shold come that barme, which thou As griefe and fury unto me did bring;

dost sceme Of which in me yet stickes the moriall sting, To threat to him that mindes his chaunce t'abye?" That during life will never be appeasd !"

“ Perdy,” sayd be, “ here comes, and is hard by, Whep he thus ended had his sorrowing,

A knight of wondrous po: re and great assay, Said Guyon; “ Squyre, sore have ye beene diseasd; That never yet encountred enemy, But all your hurts may soone through temperance But did him deadly daunt, or fowle dismay; be easd.”

Ne thou for better hope, if thou his presence stay." Then gan the palmer thus; “ Most wretched man, “ How hight he,” then sayd Guyon, " and from That to affections does the bridle lend !

“Pyrochles is his name, renowmed farre (whence?” In their beginning they are weake and wan, For his bold feates and hardy confidence, But soone through suffrance growe to fearefull end: Full oft approvd in many a cruell warre; Wbiles they are weake, betimes with them contend; The brother of Cymochles; both which arre For, when they once to perfect strength do grow, The sonnes of old Acrates and Despight; Strong warres they make, and cruell battry bend Acrates, sonne of Phlegeton and larte; Gainst fort of Reason, it to overthrow: [thus low. But Phlegeton is sonne of Herebus and Night; Wyrath, Gelosy, Griefe, Love, this squyre have laide But Herebus sonne of Aeternitie is hight,

So from immortall race he does proceede, After that varlets fight, it was not long
That mortall hands may not withstand his might, Ere on the plaine fast pricking Guyon spide
Drad for his derring doe and bloody deed;

One in bright armes embatteiled full strong, for all in blood and spoile is his delight.

That, as the sunny beames do glavnce and glide His am | Atin, his in wrong and right,

Upon the trembling wave, so sbined bright, That matter make for him to worke upon,

And round about him threw forth sparkling fire, And stirre him up to strife and cruell night. That seemd him to enflame on every side: Fly therefore, fly this fearefull stead anon,

His steed was bloody red, and fomed yre, (stire. Least thy foolhardize worke thy sad confusion.” When with the maistring spur he did him rougbiy “ His be that care, whom most it dotb concerne," Approching nigh, he never staid to greete, Sayd he: “ but whether with such hasty flight Ne chaffar words, prowd corage to provoke, Art thou now bownd? for well mote I discerne But prickt so fiers, that underneath his feete Great cause, that carries thee so swifte and light.” The smouldring dust did rownd about him smoke, “ My lord,” quoth he, “me sent, and streight be Both horse and man nigh able for to choke; To seeke Occasion, where so she bee : (hight And, fayrly couching his steeleheaded speare, For he is all disposd to bloody fight,

Him first saluted with a sturdy stroke: And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltee; It booted nought sir Guyon, comming neare, Hard is his hap, that first fals in his ieopardee." To thincke such hideous puissauoce on foot to beare; “ Mad man," said then the palmer, " that does But lightly shunned it; and, passing by, Occasion to wrath, and cause of strife; (setke With his briglat blade did smite at himn so fell, Shee comes unsought, and shonned followes eke. That the sharpe steele, arriving forcibly Happy! who can abstaine, when Rancor rife On his broad shield, bitt not, but glauncing fel Kindles revenge, and threats his rusty knife: On his horse necke before the quilted sell, Woe never wants, where every cause is caught; And from the head the body sundred quight: And rash Occasion makes unquiet life!" (sought," So him dismounted low he did compell “ Then loe! wher bound she sits, whom thou hast On foot with him to matchen equall fight; Said Guyon; “let that message to thy lord be The truncked beastiast bleeding did him fowly dight. brought."

Sore bruzed with the fall he slow uprose, That when the variett heard and saw, streightway and all enraged thus him loudly shent; He wexed wondrous wroth, and said ; “ Vile knight, “ Disleall knight, whose coward corage chose That knights and knighthood doest with shame up. To wreake itselfe on beast all innocent, bray,

And shund the marke at which it should be ment; And shewst th' ensample of thy childishe might, Therby thine armes seem strong, but manhood With silly weake old woman thus to fight!

frayl :
Great glory and gay spoile sure hast thou gott, So bast thou oft with guile thine honor blent;
And stoutly prov'd thy puissaunce here in sight! But litle may such guile thee now avayl,
That shall Pyrochles well requite, I wott,

If wonted force and fortune doe me not much fayl." And with thy blood abolish so reprochfull blott."

With that be drew his flaming sword, and strooke
With that, one of his thrillant darts he threw, At him so fiercely, that the upper marge
Headed with yre and vengeable despight:

Of his sevenfolded shield away it tooke,
The quivering steele his aymed end wel knew, And, glauncing on his helmet, made a large
And to his brest itselfe intended right:

And open gash therein: vere not his targe
But he was wary, and, ere it empight

That broke the violence of his intent, In the meant marke, advaunst his shield atween, The weary sowle from thence it would discharge; On which it seizing no way enter might,

Nathelesse so sore a buff to him it lent,
But backe rebownding left the forckhead keene; That made him reele, and to his brest his berer beut.
Eftsoones he fed away, and might no where he

Exceeding wroth was Guyon at that blow,
And much ashand that stroke of living arme
Should him dismay, and make him stoup so low,

Though otherwise it did him litle harme:

Tho, hurling high his yron-braced arme,
Pyrochles does with Guyon fight,

He smote so manly on his sboulder plate,
And Furors chayne untyes,

That all his left side it did quite disarme;
Who bien sore wounds; whiles Atin to

Yet there the steel stayd not, but inly bate
Cymochles for ayd Ayes.

Deepe in his flesh, and opened wide a red floodgate. WHOEVER doth to Temperaunce apply

Deadly dismayd with 'horror of that dint
H's stedfast life, and all his actions frame, Pyrochles was, and grieved eke entyre;
Trust me, shal find no greater enimy,

Yet nathëmore did it his fury stint,
Then stubborne Perturbation, to the same; But added flame unto his former fire,
To which right wel the wise doe give that wame; That wel-nigh molt his hart in raging yre:
For it the goodly peace of staied mindes

Ne thenceforth his approved skill, to ward,
Does overthrow, and troubious warre proclame: Or strike, or hurtle rownd in warlike gyre,
His owne woes author, who so bound it findes, Remembred he, ne car'd for his saufgard,
As did Pyrochles, and it wilfully unbindes. But rudely rag'd, and like a cruell tygre fard.

He hewd, and lasht, and foynd, and thondred blowes, 1“ Fly, 0 Pyrochles, dy the dreadful warre
And every way did seeke into his life ;

That in thyselfe thy lesser partes do move;
Ne plate, ne male, could ward so mighty throwes, Outrageous Anger, and woe-working larre,
But yielded passage to his cruell knife.

Direfull Impatience, and hart-murdring Love: But Guyon, in the heat of all his strife,

Those, those thy foes, those warriours, far remove, Was wary wise, and closely did awayt

Which thee to endlesse bale captived lead. Avauntage, whilest his foe did rage most rife; But, sith in might thoa didst my mercy prove, Sometimes athwart, sometimes he strook him strayt, of courtesie to me the cause aread And falsed oft his blowes t'illude him with such bayt. That thee against medrew with so impetuous dread." Like as a lyon, whose imperiall powre

“ Dreadlesse,” said he, “that shall I soone declare: A prowd rebellious unicorn defyes,

It was complaind that thou hadst done great tort T'avoide the rash assault and wrathful stowre Unto an aged woman, poore and bare, Of his fiers foe, him to a tree applyes,

And thralled her in chaines with strong effort, And wheu him ronning in full course he spyes, Voide of all succour and needfull comfort: He slips aside; the whiles that furious beast That ill beseemes thee, such as I thee see, His precious horne, sought of his enimyes,

To worke such shame: therefore I thee exhort Strikes in the stocke, ne thence can be releast, To chaunge thy will, and set Occasion free, But to the mighty victor yields a bounteous feast. And to her captive sonne yield his first libertee." With such faire sleight him Guyon often fayld, Thereat sir Guyon smylde; “ And is that all," Till at the last all breathlesse, weary, faint, Said he, “ that thee so sore displeased hath? Him spying, with fresh onsett he assayld,

Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall, And, kindling new his corage seeming queint, Whose freedom shall thee turne to greatest scath! Strooke bim so hugely, that throngh great constraint Nath'lesse now quench thy whott emboyling wrath : He made bim stoup perforce unto his knee, Loe! there they bee; to thee 1 yield them free." And doe unwilling worship to the saint,

Thereat he, wondrous glad, out of the path That on his shield depainted he did see;

Did lightly leape, where he them bound did see, Such homage till that instant never learned hee. And gan to breake the bands of their captivitee. Whom Guyon seeing stoup, poursewed fast Soone as Occasion felt her selfe untyde, The present offer of faire victory,

Before her sonne could well assoy led bee,
And soone his dreadfull blade about he cast, She to her use returnd, and streight defyde
Wherewith he smote his haughty crest so hye, Both Guyon and Pyrochles; th' one (said shee)
That streight on grownd made him full low to lye; Bycause he wonne; the other, because hee
Then on his brest his victor foote he thrust : Was wonne: so matter did she make of nought,
With that he cryde ; “ Mercy, doe me not dye, To stirre up strife, and garre them disagree :
Ne deeme thy force by Fortunes doome uniust, But, soone as Furor was enlargd, she sought
That hath (maugre her spight) thus low me laid in To kindle his quencht fyre, and thousand causes

Estsoones his cruel hand sir Guyon stayd, It was not long ere she infam'd him so,
Tempring the passion with advizement slow, That he would algates with Pyrochles fight,
And maistring might on enimy dismayd ;

And his redeemer chalengd for his foe,
For th' equall die of warre he well did know: Because he had not well mainteind bis right,
Then to bim said ; " Live, and alleagaunce owe But yielded had to that same straunger knight
To him, that gives thee life and liberty ;

Now gan Pyrocbles wex as wood as hee, And henceforth by this daies ensample trow, And him affronted with impatient might: That hasty wroth, and heedlesse hazardry, So both together fiers engrasped bee, (see, Doe breede repentaunce late, and lasting infamy." Whyles Guyon standing by their úncouth strife does So up he let him rise; who, with grim looke Him all that while Occasion did provoke And count'naunce sterne upstanding, gan to grind Against Pyrochles, and new matter fram'd His grated teeth for great disdeigne, and shooke Upon the old, him stirring to bee wroke His sandy lockes, long hanging downe behind, Of his late wronges, in which she oft him blam'd Knotted in blood and dust, for grief of mind For suffering such abuse as knighthood sham'd, That he in ods of armes was conquered ;

And him dishabled quyte: but he was wise, Yet in himselfe some comfort he did find,

Ne would with vaine occasions be inflam'd; That him so noble knigit had maystered ; [dered. Yet others she more urgent did devise : Whose boanty more then might, yet both, he won Yet nothing could him to impatience entise. Which Guyon marking said ; " Be nought agriev'd, Their fell contention still increased more, Sir Knight, that thus ye now subdewed arre: And more tberaby increased Furors might, Was never man, who most conquestes atchiev'd, That he his foe bas hurt and wounded sore, But sometimes bad the worse, and lost by warre; And him in blood and durt deformed quight. Yet shortly gaynd, that losse exceeded farre: His mother eke, more to augment his spight, Losse is no shame, nor to bee lesse then foe; Now brought to bim a flaming fyer-brond, But to bee lesser then himselfe doth marre Which she in Stygian lake, ay burning bright, Both loosers lott, and victours prayse alsoe: Had kindled : that she gave into his hond, (stond. Vainé others overthrowes who selfe doth overthrow. That armd with fire more hardly he mote him with

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