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And sayd; “ Sith then thou knowest all our griefe, « Great ayd thereto his mighty puissaunce
(For what doest not thou know ?) of grace I pray, And dreaded name shall give in that sad day;
Pitty our playnt, and yield us meet reliefe !" Where also proofe of thy prow valiaunce
With that the prophet still awhile did stay,

Thou then shalt make, l'increase thy lover's pray: And then his spirite thus gan foorth display; Long time ye both in armes shall bear e great sway, Most noble virgin, that by fatall lore

Till thy wombes barden thee from them do call, Hast learo'd to love, let no whit the dismay And his last fate him from thee take away ; The hard beginne that meetes thee in the dore, Too rathe cut off by practise criminal! And with sharpe fits thy tenderhart oppresseth sore:

Of secrete foes, that him shall make in mischiefe

fall. « For so must all things excellent begin; And eke enrooted deepe must be that tree, “ With thee yet shall he leave, for memory Whose big embodied braunches shall not lin Of his late puissaunce, his ymage dead, Till they to Hevens hight forth stretched bee. That living him in all activity For from thy wombe a famous progenee

To thee shall represent: he, from the head Shall spring out of the auncient Trojan blood, Of his coosen Constantius, without dread Which shall revive the sleeping memoree

Shall take the crowne that was his fathers right, Of those same antique peres, the Hevens brood, And therewith crowne himselfe in th' others stead; Which Greeke and Asian rivers stayned with their Then shall he issew forth with dreadfull might blood.

Against his Saxon foes in bloody field to fight. “ Renowmed kings, and sacred emperours, “ Like as a lyon that in drowsie cave Thy fruitfull offspring, shall from thee descend;

Hath long time slept, himselfe so shall be shake; Brave captaines, and most mighty warrionrs,

And, comming forth, shall spred his banner brave That shall their conquests through all lands extend, Over the troubled south, that it shall make And their decayed kingdomes shall amend : The warlike Mertians for feare to quake : The feeble Britons, broken with long warre, Thrise shall he fight with them, and twise shall win: They shall upreare, and mightily defend

But the third time shall fayre accordaunce make: Against their forren foe that commes from farre, And, if he then with victorie can lin,

[in. Till universall peace compound all civill iarre. He shall his dayes with peace bring to his earthly “ It was not, Britomart, thy wandring eye Glauncing upwares in charming looking-glas,

“ His sonne, hight Vortipore, shall him succeede

In kingdome, but not in felicity: But the streight course of hevenly destiny,

Yet shall be long time warre with happy speed, Led with Eternall Providence, that has

And with great honour many batteills try; Guyded thy glaunce, to bring his will to pas:

But at the last to th' importunity Ne is thy fate, ne is thy fortune ill,

Of froward fortune shall be forst to yield: To love the prowest knight that ever was :

But his sonne Malgo shall full mightily Therefore submit thy wayes unto his will,

Avenge his fathers losse with speare and shield, And doe, by all dew meanes, thy destiny fulfill.”

And his proud foes discomfit in victorious field. “ But read," saide Glaucè, “ thou magitian,

“ Behold the man! and tell me, Britomart, What meanesshall she out-seeke, or what waies take: How shall she know, how shall she finde the man?

If ay more goodly creature thou didst see?

How like a gyaunt in each manly part
Or what needes her to toyle, sith fates can make

Beares he himselfe with portly maiestee,
Way for themselves their purpose to pertake?”
Then Merlin thus ; “ Indeede the fates are firme,

That que of th' old heroës seemes to bee !
And may not shrinck, though all the world do shake: He the six islands, comprovinciall
Yet ought mens good endevours them confirme,

In auncient times upto great Britainee, And guyde the heavenly causes to their constant Shall to the same reduce, and to him call terme.

Their sondry kings to do their homage severall. " The man, whom Heavens have ordaynd to bee “ All which his sonne Careticus awhile The spouse of Britomart, is Arthegall:

Shall well defend, and Saxons powre suppresse; He wenneth in the land of Fayëree,

Untill a straunger king, from unknowne soyle Yet is no Pary borne, ne sib at all

Arriving, him with multitude oppresse; To Elfes, but sprong of seed terrestriall,

Great Gormond, having with huge mightinesse And whylome by false Faries stolne away,

Ireland subdewd, and therein fixt his throne, Whyles yet in infant cradle he did crall;

Like a swift otter, fell through emptinesse, Ne other to himselfe is knowne this day,

Shall overswit the sea with many one But that he by an Elfe was gotten of a Pay.

Of his Norveyses, to assist the Britons fone. “ But sooth he is the sonne of Gorloïs,

" He in his furie shall over-ronne, And brother unto Cador, Cornish king;

And holy church with faithlesse handes deface, And for his warlike feates renowmed is,

That thy sad people, utterly fordonne, From where the day out of the sea doth spring, Shall to the utmost mountaines fly apace: Untill the closure of the evening :

Was never so great waste in any place, From thence him, firmely bound with faithfull band, Nor so fowle outrage doen by living men; To this his native soyle thou backe shalt bring, For all thy citties they shall sacke and race, Strongly to ayde bis countrey to withstand [land. And the greene grasse that groweth they shall bren, The powre of forreine Paynims which invade thy That even the wilde beast shall dy in starved den. “ Whiles thus thy Britons doe in languour pine, “ Then woe, and woe, and everlasting woe, Proud Etbeldred shall from the north arise,

Be to the Briton babe that shal be borne Serving th' ambitious will of Augustine,

To live in thraldome of his fathers foe! And, passing Dee, with hardy enterprise

Late king, now captive; late lord, now forlorne ; Shall backe repulse the valiaunt Brockwell twise, The worlds reproch; the cruell victors scorne; And Bangor with massacred martyrs fill;

Banisht from princely bowre to wasteful wood! But the third time shall rew his fool-hardise : 0! who shall helpe me to lament and mourne For Cadwan, pittying his peoples ill,

The royall seed, the antique Trojan blood, Shall stoutly him defeat, and thousand Saxons kill. Whose empire lenger here the ever any stood !" “ But, after him, Cadwallin mightily

The damzell was full deepe empassioned On his sonne Edwin all those wrongs shall wreake; Both for his griefe, and for her peoples sake, Ne shall availe the wicked sorcery

Whose future woes so plaine he fashioned; Of false Pellite his purposes to breake,

And, sighing sore, at length him thus bespake; But him shall slay, and on a gallowes bleak

Ah! but will Hevens fury never slake, Shall give th' enchaunter his unhappy hire: Nor vengeaunce huge relent itselfe at last ? Then shall the Britons, late dismayd and weake, Will not long misery late mercy make, From their long vassallage gin to respire,

But shall their name for ever be defaste, (raste ?" And on their Paynim foes avenge their wranckledire. | And quite from off the Earth their memory be “ Ne shall he yet his wrath so mitigate,

Nay but the terme," sayd he, “ is limited, Till both the sonnes of Edwin he have slayne, That in this thraldome Britons shall abide; Offricke and Osricke, twinnes unfortunate,

And the just revolution measured
Both slaine in battaile upon Layburne playne, That they as strauogers shal be notifide:
Together with the king of Louthiane,

For twise fowre hundreth yeares sbal be supplide, Hight Adin, and the king of Orkeny,

Ere they to former rule restor'd shal bee, Both joynt partakers of their fatall payne: And their importune fates all satisfide: But Penda, fearefull of like desteney,

Yet, during this their most obscuritee, Shall yield himselfe his liegeman, and sweare fëalty: Their beanies shall ofte breake forth, that men them

faire may see. “ Him shall he make his fatall instrument T'affict the other Saxons unsubdewd:

“ For Rhodoricke, whose surname shal be Great, He marching forth with fury insolent

Shall of himselfe a brave ensample shew, Against the good king Oswald, who indewd That Saxon kings his friendship shall intreat; With heavenly powre, and by angels reskewd,

And Howell Dha shall goodly well indew All holding crosses in their handes on hye,

The salvage minds with skill of just and trew: Shall him defeate withouten blood imbrewd:

Then Griffyth Conan also shall upreare Of which that field for endlessé memory

His dreaded head, and the old sparkes renew Shall Hevenfield be cald to all posterity.

Of native corage, that his foes shall feare [beare.

Least back againe the kingdom he from them should “ Whereat Cadwallin wroth shall forth issew,

“ Ne shall the Saxons selves all peaceably And an huge hoste into Northumber lead,

Enioy the crowne, which they from Britons wonne With which he godly Oswald shall subdew,

First ill, and after ruled wickedly: And crowne with martiredome his sacred head:

For, ere two hundred yeares be full outronne, Whose brother Oswin, daunted with like dread,

There shall a raven, far from rising Sunde, With price of silver shall his kingdome buy;

With his wide wings upon them fiercely jy,
And Penda, seeking him adowne to tread,

And bid his faithlesse chickens overronne
Shall tread adowne, and doe him fowly dye;
But shall with gifts his lord Cadwallin pacify.

The fruitfull plaines, and with fell cruelty

In their avenge tread downe the victors surquedry. " Then shall Cadwallin die; and then the raine

“ Yet shall a third both these and thine subdew: Of Britons eke with him attonce shall dye;

There shall a lion from the sea-bord wood Ne shall the good Cadwallader, with paine

Of Neustria come roring, with a crew Or powre, be hable it to remedy,

Of hungry whelpes, his battailous bold brood, When the full time, prefixt by destiny,

Whose clawes were newly dipt in cruddy blood, Shall be expird of Britons regiment:

That from the Daniske tyrants head shall rend For Heven itselfe shall their successe envy, Th’usurped crowne, as if that he were wood, And them with plagues and murrins pestilent And the spoile of the countrey conquered Consume, till all their warlike puissaunce be spent. Emongst his young ones shall divide with bountyhed. “ Yet after all these sorrowes, and huge hills “ Tho, when the terme is full accomplishid, Of dying people, during eight yeares space, There shall a sparke of fire, which hath longwhile Cadwallader, not yielding to his ills,

Bene in bis ashes raked up and hid, From Armoricke, where long in wretched cace Be freshly kindled in the fruitfull ile He liv'd, retourning to his native place,

Of Mona, where it lurked in exile; Shal be by vision staide from his intent:

Which shall breake forth into bright burning flame, For th' Heavens have decreed to displace

And reach into the house that beares the stile The Britons for their sinnes dew punishment, Of royall maiesty and soveraine name: (clame. And to the Saxons over-give their government. So shall the Briton blood their crowne againe re

« Thenceforth eternall union shall be made “Ah! read,” quoth Britomart, “ how is she hight ? Betweene the nations different afore,

Fayre Angela," quoth she, “men do her call, And sacred Peace shall lovingly persuade

No wbit lesse fayre then terrible in fight:
The warlike minds to learne her goodly lore, She hath the leading of a martiall
And civile armes to exercise no more:

And mightie people, dreaded more then all
Then shall the royall virgin raine, which shall The other Saxons, which doe, for her sake
Stretch her white rod over the Belgicke shore, And love, themselves of her name Angles call.
And the great castle smite so sore withall, (fall. Therefore, faire infant, her ensample make
That it shall make him shake, and shortly learn to Unto thyselfe, and equall corage to thee take."
" But yet the end is not”—There Merlin stayd, Her harty wordes so deepe into the mynd
As overcomen of the spirites powre,

Of the young damzell sunke, that great desire Or other ghastly spectacle dismayd,

Of warlike armes in her forthwith they tynd, That seeretly he saw, yet note discoure:

And generous stout courage did inspyre, Which suddein fitt and halfe extatick stoure That she resolv'd, unweeting to her syre, When the two fearefull wemen saw, they grew Advent'rous knighthood on herselfe to don; Greatly confused in behaveoure :

And counseld with her nourse her maides attore
At last, the fury past, to former hew (shew. To turne into a massy habergeon;
Hee turnd againe, and chearfull looks as earst did And bad her all things put in readiness anon.
Then, when themselves they well instructed had Th’ old woman nought that needed did omit;
Of all that needed them to be inquird,

But all thinges did conveniently purvay.
They both, conceiving hope of comfort glad, It fortuned (so time their turne did fitt)
With lighter hearts unto their home retird; A band of Britons, ryding on forray
Where they in secret counsell close conspird, Few dayes before, had gotten a great pray
How to effect so hard an enterprize,

Of Saxon goods; emongst the which was seene And to possesse the purpose they desird:

A goodly armour, and full rich aray, Now this, now that, twixt them they did devize, Which long'd to Angela, the Saxon qneene, And diverse plots did frame to maske in strange dis- All fretted round with gold and goodly wel beseene. guise.

The same, with all the other ornaments, At last the nonrse in her fool-hardy wit

King Ryence caused to be hanged hy
Conceiv'd a bold devise, and thus bespake;

In his chiefe church, for endlesse moniments
Daughter, I deeine that counsel aye most fit, Of his successe and gladfu!! victory:
That of the time doth dew advauntage take: Of which herselfe avising readily,
Ye see that good king Uther now doth make In th' evening late old Glauce thether led
Strong warre upon the Paynim brethren, hight Faire Britomart, and, that same armory
Octa and Oza, whome hee lately brake

Downe taking, her there appareled (nished. Beside Cayr Verolame in victorious fight,

Well as sbe might, and with brave bauldrick garThat now all Britany, doth burne in arınës bright.

Beside those armes there stood a mightie speare, “ That therefore noughtour passage may empeach, Which Bladud made by magick art of yore, Let us in feigned armes ourselves disguize, (teach And usd the same in baiteill aye to beare; And our weake hands (need makes good schollers) | Sith which it had beene here preserv'd in store, The dreadful speare and shield to exercize: For his great virtues proved long afore: Ne certes, daughter, that same warlike wize, For never wight so fast in sell could sit, I weene, would you misseeme; for ye beene tall But him perforce unto the ground it bore: And large of limbe t'atchieve an bard emprize; Both speare she tooke and shield which hong by it; Ne ought ye want but skil, which practize small Both speare and shield of great powre, for her purWill bring, and shortly make you a mayd martiall. “ And, sooth, it ought your corage much inflame Thus when she had the virgin all arayd, To heare so often, in that royall hous,

Another harnesse which did hang thereby From whence to none inferior ye came,

About herselfe she dight, that the yong mayd Bards tell of many wemen valorous,

She might in equall armes accompany, Which have full many feats adventurous

And as her squyre attend her carefully: Performd, in paragone of proudest men;

Tho to their ready steedes they clombe full light; The bold Bunduca, whose victorious

And through back waies, that none might them espy, Exployts made Rome to quake; stout Guendolen; Covered with secret cloud of silent night, [right. Renowned Martia; and redoubted Emmilen; Themselves they forth convaid, and passed forward " And, that which more then all the rest may sway, Ne rested they, till that to Faery lond Late dayes ensample, which these ejes beheld : They came; as Merlin them directed late: In the last field before Menevia,

Where, meeting with this Redcrosse knight, she fond Which Uther with those forrein Pagans held, Of diverse thinges discourses to dilate, I saw a Saxon virgin, the which feld

But most of Arthegall and his estate. Great Ulfin thrise upon the bloody playne; At last their wayes so fell, that they mote part: And, had not Carados her hand withheld

Then each to other, well affectionate, From rasb revenge, she had him surely slayne; Friendship professed, with unfained hart: [mart. Yet Carados bimselfe from her escapt with payne." The Redcrosse knight diverst; but forth rode Brito

pose fit.

There she alighted from her light-foot beast,
And, sitting down upon the rocky shore,

Badd her old squyre unlace her lofty creast :

Tho, having vewd awhile the surges hore

'That gainst the craggy clifts did loudly rore,
Bold Marinell of Britomart

And in their raging surquedry disdaynd
Is throwne on the Rich Strond:

That the fast earth affronted them so sore,
Faire Florimell of Arthur is

And their devouring covetize restraynd;
Long followed, but not fond.

Thereat she sighed deepe, and afterthuscomplaynd: WHERE is the antique glory now become,

“ Huge sea of sorrow and tempestuous griefe, That whylome wont in wemen to appeare? Wherein my feeble barke is tossed long Where be the brave atchievements doen by some? Far from the hoped haven of reliefe, Where be the batteilles, where the shield and speare, Why doe thy cruel billowes beat so strong, And all the conquests which them high did reare, And thy moyst mountaines each on others throng, That niatter made for famous poets verse,

Threatning to swallow up my fearefull lyfe? And boastfull men so oft abasht to heare ?

0, doe thy cruell wrath and spightfull wrong Beene they all dead, and laide in dolefull herse?

At length allay, and stint thy stormy strife, (ryfe! Or doen they only sleepe, and shall againe reverse? Which in these troubled bowels raignes and rageth If they be dead, then woe is me therefore;

“ For els my feeble vessell, crazd and crackt But if they sleepe, O let them soone awake! Through thy strong buffets and outrageous blowes, For all too long I burne with envy sore

Cannot endure, but needes it must be wrackt To heare the warlike feates which Homere spake On the rough rocks, or on the sandy shallówes, Of bold Penthesilee, which made a lake

The whiles that Love it steres, and Fortune rowes: Of Greekish blood so ofte in Trojan plaine ; Love, my lewd pilott, hath a restlesse minde; But wben I reade, how stout Debora strake And Fortune, boteswaine, no assuraunce knowes ; Proud Sisera, and how Camill' hath slaine

But saile withouten starres gainst tyde and winde: The huge Orsilochus, I swell with great disdaine. How can they other doe, sith both are bold and

blinde! Yet these, and all that els had puissaunce, Cannot with noble Britomart compare,

“ Thou god of windes, that raignest in the seas, Aswell for glorie of great valiaunce,

That raignest also in the continent, As for pure chastitee and vertue rare,

At last blow up some gentle gale of ease, That all her goodly decdes doe well declare. The which may bring iny ship, ere it be rent, Well worthie stock, from which the branches sprong Unto the gladsome port of her intent! That in late yeares so faire a blossome bare, Then, when I shall myselfe in safety see, As thee, O queene, the matter of my song, A table, for eternall moniment Whose liguage from this lady I derive along' Of thy great grace and my great ieopardee,

Great Neptune, I avow to hallow unto thee!" Who when, through speaches with the Redcrosse She learned had th' estate of Arthegall, [knight, Then sighing softly sore, and inly deepe, And in each point herselfe informd aright,

She shut up all her plaint in privy griefe; A friendly league of love perpetuall

(For her great courage would not let her weepe;) She with him bound, and congè tooke withall. Till that old Glaucè gan with sharpe repriefe Then he forth on his iouruey did proceede, Her to restraine, and give her good reliefe To seeke adventures which mote him befall, Through hope of those, which Merlin had her told And win him worship through his warlike deed, Should of her name and nation be chiefe, Which alwaies of his paines he made the chiefest And fetch their being from the sacred mould meed.

Of her immortall womb, to be in Heven enrold. But Britomart kept on her former course,

Thus as she her recomforted, she spyde Ne ever dofte her armes; but all the way

Where far away one, all in armour bright,
Grew pensive through that amorous discourse, With hasty gallop towards her did ryde:
By which the Redcrosse knight did earst display Her dolour soone she ceast, and on her dight
Her lovers shape and chevalrous aray:

Her helmet, to her courser mounting light:
A thousand thoughts she fashiond in her mind ; Her former sorrow into sudden wrath
Aud in her feigning fancie did pourtray

(Both coosen passions of distroubled spright) Him, such as fittest she for love could find, Converting, forth she beates the dusty path : Wise, warlike, personable, courteous, and kind. Love and despight attonce her corage kindled hath.

With such selfe-pleasing thoughts her wound she As, when a foggy mist hath overcast
And thought so to beguile her grievous smart; (fedd, The face of Heven and the cleare ayre engroste,
But so her smart was much more grievous bredd, The world in darknes dwels; till that at last
And the deepe wound more deep engord her hart, The watry southwinde from the seabord coste
That dongbt but death her dolour mote depart. Upblowing doth disperse the vapour lo'ste,
So forth she rode, without repose or rest,

And poures itselfe forth in a stormy showre;
Searching all lands and each remotest part, So the fayre Britomart, having discloste
Following the guydance of her blinded guest, Her clowdy care into a wrathfull stowre,*
Till that to the sea-coast at length she her addrest. The mist of griefe dissolv'd did into vengeance powre.


Eftsoones, her goodly shield addressing fayre, Au hundred knights of honorable name
That mortall speare she in her hand did take, He had subdew'd, and them his vassals made:
And unto battaill did herselfe prepayre.

That through all Farie lond his noble fame
The knight, approching, sterely her bespake; Now blazed was, and feare did all invade,
“ Sir Knight, that doest thy voyage rashly make That none durst passen through that perilous glade:
By this forbidden way in my despight,

And, to advaunce his name and glory more, Ne doest by others death ensample take;

Her sea-god syre she dearely did perswade I read thee soone retyre, wbiles thou hast might, T” endow her sonne with threasure and rich store Least afterwards it be too late to take thy flight.” | Bove all the sonnes that were of earthly wombes

ybore. Ythrild with deepe disdaine of his proud threat, She shortly thus; “ Fly they, that need to fly;

The god did graunt his daughters deare demaund, Wordes fearen babes: I meane not thee entreat

To doen his nephew in all riches fiow: To passe; but maugte thee will passe or dy :"

Eftsoones his beaped waves he did commaund Ne lenger stayd for th' other to reply,

Out of their hollow bosome forth to throw But with sharpespeare the rest made dearly knowne. All the huge threasure, which the sea below Strongly the straunge knight ran, and sturdily

Had in his greedy gulfe devoured deepe, Strooke her full on the brest, that made her downe And him enriched through the overthrow Decline her head, and touch her crouper with her And wreckes of many wretches, which did weepe

And often wayle their wealth which he from them

did keepe. But she againe him in the shield did smite With so fierce furie and great puissaunce,

Shortly upon that shore there heaped was That, through his three-square scuchin percing quite The spoyle of all the world ; that it did pas

Exceeding riches and all pretious things, And through his mayled hauberque, by mischaunce The wicked steele through his left side did glaunce: The wealth of th’ East, and pompe of Persian kings: Him so transfixed she before her bore

Gold, amber, yvorie, perles, owches, rings, Beyond his croupe, the length of all her launce;

And all that els was pretious and deare, Till, sadly soucing on the sandy shore,

The sea unto him voluntary brings; He tombled on an heape, and wallowd in his gore.

That shortly he a great lord did appeare,

As was in all the lond of Faery, or elsewheare.
Like as the sacred oxe that carelesse stands Thereto he was a doughty dreaded knight,
With gilden hornes and flowry girlonds crownd, Tryde often to the scath of many deare,
Proud of his dying honor and deare bandes, That none in equall armes him matchen might:
Whiles th' altars fume with frankincense arownd, The which his mother seeing gan to feare
All suddeinly with mortall stroke astownd

Least his too haughtie hardines might reare
Doth groveling fall, and with his streaming gore Some hard mishap in hazard of bis life:
Distaines the pillours and the holy grownd, Forthy she oft bim counseld to forbeare
And the faire fowres that decked him afore:

The bloody batteill, and to stirre up strife,
So fell proud Marinell upon the Pretious Shore.

But after all his warre to rest his wearie knife: The martiall mayd stayd not him to lament, And, for his more assurance, she inquir'd But forward rode, and kept her ready way One day of Proteus by his mighty spell Along the strond; which, as she over-went, (For Proteus was with prophecy inspir’d) She saw bestrowed all with rich aray

Her deare sonnes destiny to her to tell,
of pearles and pretious stones of great assay, And the sad end of her sweet Marinell:
And all the gravell mixt with golden owre: Who, through foresight of his eternall skill,
Whereat she wondred much, but would not stay Bad her from womankind to keepe him well;
For gold, or perles, or pretious stones, an howre, For of a woman he should have much ill; [kill.
But them despised all; for all was in her powre. A virgin straunge and stout him should dismay or
Whiles thus he lay in deadly stonishment, Forthy she gave him warning every day
Tydings hereof came to his mothers eare;

The love of women not to entertaine;
His mother was the blacke-browd Cymoënt, A lesson too, too bard for living clay,
The daughter of great Nereus, which did beare From love in course of nature to refraine !
This warlike sonne unto an earthly peare,

Yet he his mothers lore did well retaine,
The famous Dumarin; who on a day

And ever from fayre ladies love did fly;
Fiuding the nymph asleepe in secret wheare, Yet many ladies fayre did oft complaine,
As he by chaunce did wander that same way, That they for love of him would algates dy:
Was taken with her love, and by her closely lay. Dy, whoso list for him, he was Loves enimy.
There he this knight of her begot, whom borne But ah! who can deceive his destiny,
She, of his father, Marinell did name;

Or weene by warning to aroyd his fate?
And in a rocky cave as wight forlorne

That, when he slecpes in most security Long time she fostred up, till he became

And safest seemes, him soonest doth amate, A mighty man at armes, and mickle fame

And findeth dew effect or soone or late; Did get through great adventures by bim donne: So feeble is the powre of fleshly arme! For never man he suffred by that same

His mother bad him weinens love to hate, Rich strond to travell, whereas he did wonne, (sonne. For she of womans force did feare no harme; But that he must do battail with the sea-nymphes So weening to have anu'd him, she did quite disarme. VOL. III.


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