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The foolish man thereat woxe wondrous blith, They all agree, and forward them addrest:
As if the word so spoken were halfe donne,

“ Ah ! but,” said crafty Trompart, “weete ye well, And humbly thanked him a thousand sith

That yonder in that wastefull wildernesse That had from death to life him newly wonne, Huge monsters haunt, and many dangers dwell; Tho forth the boaster marching brave begonne Dragons, and minotaures, and feendes of Hell, His stolen steed to thunder furiously,

And many wilde woodmen which robbe and rend As if he Heaven and Hell would over-ronne, All traveilers; therefore advise ye well, And all the world confound with cruelty ;

Before ye enterprise that way to wend : That much Malbecco ioyed in his iollity.

One may his journey bring too soone to evill end.” Thus long they three together traveiled,

Malbecco stopt in great astonishment, Through many a wood and many an uncouth way, And, with pale eyes fast fixed on the rest, To seeke his wife that was far wandered :

Their counsell cravid in daunger imminent. But those two sought nought but the present pray, Said Trompart; “ You, that are the most opprest To weete, the treasure which he did bewray, With burdein of great treasure, I thinke best On which their eies and harts were wholly sett, Here for to stay in safëtie bebynd : With purpose how they might it best betray; My lord and I will search the wide forést.” For, sith the howre that first he did them lett That counsell pleased not Malbeccoes mynd ; The same behold, therwith their keene desires were For he was much afraid himselfe alone to fynd. whett.

“ Then is it best,” said he, “ that ye doe leave It fortnned, as they together far'd,

Your treasure here in some security,
They spide where Paridell came pricking fast Either fast closed in some hollow grcave,
Upon the plaine, the which himselfe prepar'd Or buried in the ground from ieopardy,
To giust with that brave straunger knight a cast, Till we returne againe in safety :
As on adventure by the way he past :

As for us two, least doubt of us ye have,
Alone he rode without his paragone ;

Hence farre away we will blyndfolded ly, Por, having filcht her bells, her up he cast Ne privy bee unto your treasures grave.” (brave. To the wide world, and lett her fly alone;

It pleased; so he did: then they march forward He nould be clogd: so !iad he served many one.

Now when amid the thickest woodes they were, The gentle lady, loose at randon lefte,

They heard a poyse of many bagpipes shrill, The greene-wood long did walke, and wander wide And shrieking hububs them approching nere, At wilde adventure, like a forlorne wefte;

Which all the forest did with horrour fill: Till on a day the Satyres her espide

That dreadfull gound the bosters hart did thrill Straying alone withouten groome or guide: With such amazment, that in hast be fledd, Her up they tooke, and with them home her ledd, Ne ever looked back for good or ill; With them as housewife ever to abide, (bredd ; And after him eke fearefull Trompart spedd: To milk their gotes, and make them cheese and The old man could not fly, but fell to ground half And every one as commune good her handeled :

dedd: That shortly she Malbecco has forgott,

Yet afterwardes, close creeping as he might, And eke sir Paridell all were he deare;

He in a bush did hyde his fearefull hedd. Who from her went to seeke another lott,

The jolly Satyres full of fresh delight And now by fortune was arrived here,

Came dauncing forth, and with them nimbly ledd Where those two guilers with Malbecco were. Faire Helenore with girlonds all bespredd, Soone as the old man saw sir Paridell,

Whom their May-lady they had newly made:, He fainted, and was almost dead with feare, Shee, proude of that new honour which they redd, Ne word he had to speake his griefe to tell, And of their lovely fellowship full glade, But to bim louted low, and greeted goodly well; Daunst lively, and her face did with a lawrell shade. And, after, asked him for Hellenore:

The silly man that in the thickett lay “ I take no keepe of her,” sayd Paridell,

Saw all this goodly sport, and grieved sore; " She wonneth in the forrest there before." Yet durst he not against it doe or say, So forth be rode as his adventure fell;

But did his hart with bitter thoughts engore, The wbiles the boaster from his loftie sell

To see th’ unkindnes of his Hellenore. Faynd to alight, something amisse to mend; All day they daunced with great lustyhedd, But the fresh swayne would not his leasure dwell, And with their horned feet the greene gras wore; But went his way; whom when he passed kend, The whites their gotes upon the brouzes fedd, He up remounted light, and after faind to wend. Till drouping Phæbus gan to hyde his golden hedd. “ Perdy nay,” said Malbecco, “shall ye not; Tho up they gan their mery pypes to trusse, But let him passe as lightly as he came:

And all their goodly heardes did gather rownd; For litle good of him is to be got,

But every Satyre first did give a busse And mickie perill to bee jant to shame.

To Hellenore; so busses did abound. But let us goe to seeke my dearest dame,

Now gan the humid vapour shed the grownd Whom he hath left in yonder forest wyld : With perly deaw, and th' Farthës gloomy shade For of her safety in great doubt I aine,

Did dim the brightnesse of the welkin rownd, Least salvage beastes her person have despoyld: That every bird and beast awarned made [invade. Then all the world islost, and wein vaine have toyld!" | To shrowd themselves, while sleep their sences did

Which when Malbecco saw, ont of the bush Ne stayd he, till he came unto the place
Upon his bandes and feete he crept full light, Where late his treasure he entombed had ;
And like a gote emongst the gotes did rush; Where when he found it not, (for Trompart bace
That, through the helpe of his faire hornes on hight, Had it purloyned for his maister bad)
And misty dampe of misconceyving night, With extreme fury he became quite mad,
And eke through likenesse of his gotish beard, And ran away ; ran with himselfe away:
He did the better counterfeite aright:

That who so straungely had him secne bestadd,
So home he marcht emongst the horned heard, With upstart haire and staring eyes dismay,
That none of all the Satyres bim espyde or heard. From Limbo lake him late escaped sure would say.
At night, when all they went to sleepe, he vewd, High over billes and over dales he fledd,
Whereas his lovely wife emongst them lay,

As if the wind him on his winges had borne; Embraced of a Satyre rough and rude,

Ne banck nor bush could stay him, when he spedd Who all the night did mind bis ioyous play: His nimble feet, as treading still on thorne: Nine times he heard him come aloft ere day, Griefe, and Despight, and Gealosy, and Scorne, That all his hart with gealosy did swell;

Did all the way him follow hard behynd; But yet that nights ensample did bewray

And he himselfe himselfe loath'd so forlorne,
That not for nought his wife them lord so well, So shamefully forlome of womankynd :
When one so oft a night did ring his matins bell. That, as a snake, still lurked in his wounded mynd
So closely as he could he to them crept,

Still fled he forward, looking backward still;
When wearie of their sport to sleepe they fell, Ne stayd his flight nor fearefull agony
And to bis wife, that now full soundly slept, Till that he came unto a rocky hill
He whispered in her care, and did her tell, Over the sea suspended dreadfully,
That it was he which by her side did dwell; That living creature it would terrify
And therefore prayd her wake to heare him plaine. To looke adowne, or upward to the hight:
As one out of a dreame not waked well

From thence he threw himselfe dispiteously,
She turnd her, and returned backe againe : All desperate of his fore-damned spright,
Yet her for to awake he did the more constraine. That seemd no help for him was left in living sight.

At last with irkesom trouble she abrayd;

But, through long anguish and selfe-murd'ring And then perceiving, that it was indeed

He was so wasted and forpined quight, [thought, Her old Malbecco, which did her upbrayd

That all his substance was consum’d to nought, With loosenesse of her love and loathly deed, And nothing left but like an aery spright; She was astonisht with exceeding dreed,

That on the rockes he fell so fit and light, And would have wakt the Satyre by ber syde ; That he thereby receiv'd no hurt at all; But he her prayd, for mercy or for meed,

But chaunced on a craggy cliff to light; To save his life, ne let him be descryde,

Whence he with crooked clawes so long did crall, But hearken to his lore, and all his counsell hyde. That at the last he found a cave with entrance small:

Tho gan he her perswade to leave that lewd
And loathsom life, of God and man abhord,
And home returne, where all should be renewd
With perfect peace and bandes of fresh accord,
Aud she receivd againe to bed and bord,
As if no trespas ever had beene donne:
But she it all refused at one word,
And by no mcanes would to his will be wonne,
But chose emongst the jolly Satyres still to wonne.

Into the same he creepes, and thenceforth there
Resolv'd to build his balefull mansion
In drery darkenes and continuall feare
Of that rocks fall, which ever and anon
Threates with huge ruine him to fall upon,
That he dare never sleepe, but that one eye
Still ope he keepes for that occasion ;
Ne ever rests he in tranquillity,
The roring billowes beat his bowre so boystrously.

He wooed her till day-spring he espyde;

Ne erer is he wont on ought to feed
But all in vaine: and then turnd to the heard, But todes and frogs, his pasture poysonous,
Who butted him with hornes on every syde, Which in his cold complexion doe breed
And trode downe in the durt, where his bore beard A filthy blood, or humour rancorous,
Was fowly dight, and he of death afeard.

Matter of doubt and dread suspitious,
Early, before the Heavens fairest light

That doth with curelesse care consume the hart, Out of the ruddy east was fully reard,

Corrupts the stomacke with gall vitious, The heardes out of their foldes were loosed quight, Cross-cuts the liver with internall smart, [dart. And he emongst the rest crept forth in sory plight. And doth transfixe the soule with deathes eternall

So soone as he the prison-dore did pas,

Yet can he never dye, but dying lives,
He ran as fast as both his feet could beare, And doth bimselfe with sorrow new sustaine,
And never looked who behind him was,

That death and life attonce unto him gives,
Ne scarsely who before: like as a beare,

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine. That creeping close amongst the hires to reare There dwels he ever, miserable swaine, An hony-combe, the wakefull dogs espy,

Hatefull both to himselfe and every wight; And him assayling sore his carkas teare,

Where he, through privy griefe and horrour vaine, That hardly be with life away does fly,

Is woxen so deform'd, that he has quight Ne stayes, till safe himselfe be see from ieopardy. Forgot he was a man, and Gelosy is hight.

Fayre Britomart so long him followed,

That she at last came to a fountaine sheare,

By which there lay a knight all wallowed

Upon the grassy ground, and by him neare
Britomart chaceth Ollyphant;

His haberieon, his helmet, and his speare:
Findes Scudamour distrest:

A little off, his shield was rudely throwne,
Assayes the house of Busyrane,

On which the winged boy in colours cleare
Where Loves spoyles are exprest.

Depeincted was, full easie to be knowne,

And he thereby, wherever it in field was showno. OHATEFULL hellish snake! what Farie furst His face upon the grownd did groveling ly, Brought thee from balefull house of Proserpine, As if he had beene slombring in the shade; Where in her bosome she thee long had nurst, That the brave mayd would not for courtesy And fostred up with bitter milke of tine;

Out of his quiet slomber him abrade, Fowle Gealosy! that turnést love divine

Nor seeme too suddeinly him to invade: To joylesse dread, and mak’st the loving hart Still as she stood, she heard with grievous throb With hatefull thoughts to languish and to pine, Him grone, as if his hart were peeces made, And feed itselfe with selfe-consuming smart, And with most painefull pangs to sigh and sob, Of all the passions in the mind thou vilest art! That pitty did the virgins hart of patience rob. O let him far be banished away,

At last forth breaking into bitter plaintes And in his stead let Love for ever dwell !

He sayd; “O soverayne Lord, that sit'st on hye Sweete Love, that doth his golden wings embay And raingst in bli: emongst thy blessed saintes, In blessed nectar and pure Pleasures well, How suffrest thou such shamefuil cruelty Untroubled of vile feare or bitter fell.

So long unwreaked of thine enimy! And ye, faire ladies, that your kingdomes make Or hast thou, Lord, of good mens cause no heed? In th' harts of men, them governe wisely well, Or doth thy justice sleepe and silent ly? And of faire Britomart ensample take,

What booteth then the good and righteous deed, That was as trew in love as turtle to her make. If goodnesse find no grace, nor righteousnesse no

meed ! Who with sir Satyrane, as earst ye red, Forth ryding from Malbeccoes hostlesse hous, “ If good find grace, and righteousnes reward, Far off aspyde a young man, the which fled Why then is Amoret in caytive band, From an huge geaunt, that with hideous

Sith that more bounteous creature never far'd And hatefull outrage long him chaced thus ; On foot upon the face of living land? It was that Ollyphant, the brother deare

Or if that hevenly iustice may withstand Of that Argantè vile and vitious,

The wrongfull outrage of unrighteous men, From whom the Squyre of Dames was reft whylere; Why then is Busirane with wicked hand This all as bad as she, and worse, if worse ought Suffred, these seven monethes day, in secret den were.

My lady and my love so cruelly to pen?' For as the sister did in feminine

“My lady and my love is cruelly pend And filthy lust exceede all womankinde;

In dolefull darkenes from the vew of day, So he surpassed his sex masculine,

Whilest deadly torments due her chast brest rend, In beastly use, all that I ever finde:

And the sharpe steele doth rive her hart in tway, Whom when as Britomart beheld behinde

All for she Scudamore will not denay. The fearefull boy so greedily poursew,

Yet thou, vile man, vile Scudamore, art sound, She was emmoved in her noble minde

Ne canst her ayde, ne canst her foe dismay; Temploy her puissaunce to his reskew,

Unworthy wretch to tread upon the ground, And pricked fiercely forward where she did him vew. For whom so faire a lady feeles so sore a wound.” Ne was sir Satyrane her far behinde,

There an huge heape of singulfes did oppresse But with like fiercenesse did ensew the chace: His strugling soule, and swelling throbs empeach Whoin when the gyaunt saw, he soone resinde His foltring toung with pangs of drerinesse, His former suit, and from them fled apace: Choking the remnant of his plaintife speach, They after both, and boldly bad him bace, As if his dayes were come to their last reach. And each did strive the other to outgoe;

Which when she heard, and saw the ghastly fit But he them both outran a wondrous space, Threatning into his life to make a breach, For he was long, and swift as any roe,

Both with great ruth and terrour she was smit, And now made better speed t’ escape his feared foe. Fearing least from hercagethewearie soulewould fit. It was not Satyrane, whom he did feare,

Tho, stouping downe, she him amoved light; But Britomart the flowre of chastity;

Who, therewith somewhat starting, up gan looke, For he the powre of chaste hands might not beare, And seeing him behind a stranger knight, But alwayes did their dread encounter fly: Whereas no living creature he mistooke, And now so fast his feet he did apply,

With great indignaunce be that sight forsooke, That he gas gotten to a forrest neare,

And, downe againe himselfe disdainefully Where he is shrowded in security.

Abiecting, th' earth with his faire forhead strooke: The wood they enter, and search everie where; Which the bold virgin seeing, gan apply They searched diversely; so both divided were. Fit medcine to his griefe, and spake thus courtesly:

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Ah! gentle knight, whose deepe-conceived griefe, There they dismounting drew their weapons bold,
Well seemes l'exceede the powre of patience, And stontly came unto the castle gate,
Yet, if that hevenly grace some good reliefe Whereas no gate they found them to withhold,
You send, submit you to bigh Providence; Norward to waite at morne and evening late;
And ever, in your noble hart, prepense,

But in the porch, that did them sore amate,
That all the sorrow in the world is lesse

A faming fire yinixt with smouldry smoke Then vertues might and values confidence: And stinking sulphure, that with griesly hate For who nill bide the burden of distresse, (nesse. And dreadfull horror did all entraunce choke, Must not here thinke to live; for life is wretched Enforced them their forward footing to revoke.

“ Therefore, faire sir, doe comfort to you take, Greatly thereat was Britomart dismayd,
And freely read what wicked felon so

Ne in that stownd wist how herselfe to beare;
Hath outrag'd you, and thrald your gentle make. For daunger vaine it were to have assayd
Perhaps this hand may help to ease your woe, That cruell element, which all things feare,
And wreake your sorrow on your cruell foe; Ne none can suffer to approachen neare:
At least it faire endevour will apply.”

And, turning backe to Scudamour, thus sayd;
Those feeling words so neare the quicke did goe, “ What monstrous enmity provoke we heare?
That up his head he reared easily;

Poolhardy as th’ Earthes children, the which made
And, leaning on his elbowe, these few words lett fy: Batteill against the gods, so we a god invade.
“ What boots it plaine that cannot be redrest, “ Daunger without discretion to attempt,
And sow vaine sorrow in a fruitlesse eare;

Inglorious, beast-like, is: therefore, sir Knight,
Sith powre of hand, nor skill of l-arned brest, Aread what course of you is safest dempt,
Ne worldly price, cannot redeeme my deare And how we with our foe may come to fight.”
Out of her thraldome and continuall feare! “ This is,” quoth he, “ the dolorous despight,
For he, the tyrant, which her hath in ward Which earst to you I playnd: for neither may
By strong enchauntments and blacke magicke leare, This fire be quencht by any witt or might,
Hath in a dungeon deepe her close embard, Ne yet by any meanes remov'd away;
Aud many dreadfull feends hath pointed to her gard. So mighty be th' enchauntments which the same

do stay
“ There he tormenteth her most terribly,
And day and night afflicts with mortall paine, “What is there ells but cease these fruitlesse paines,
Because to yield him love she doth deny,

And leave me to my foriner languisbing ! Once to me yold, uot to be yolde againe :

Faire Amorett must dwell in wicked chaines, But yet by torture he would her constraine And Scudamore here die with sorrowing!" Love to conceive in her disdainfull brest;

“Perdy not so,” saide shee; “ for shameful thing Till so she doe, she inust in doole remaine,

Yt were t'abandon poble chevisaunce,
Ne may by living meanes be thence relest : For shewe of perill, without venturing:
What boots it then to plaine that cannot be redrest!” Rather, let try extremities of chaunce

Then enterprised praise for dread to disavaunce."
With this sad hersall of his heavy stresse
The warlike damzell was empassiond sore, Therewith, resolvid to prove her utmost might,
And sayd; “Sir Knight, your cause is nothing lesse Her ample shield she tarew before her face,
Then is your sorrow certes, if not more;

And her swords point directing forward right
For nothing so much pitty doth implore

Assayld the flame; the which eftesoones gave place, As gentle ladyes helplesse misery :

And did itselfe divide with equall space, But yet, if please ye listen to my lore,

That through she passed ; as a thonder-bolt I will, with proofe of last extremity,

Perceth the yielding ayre, and doth displace Deliver her fro thence, or with her for you dy." The soring clouds into sad showres ymolt;

So to her yold the flames, and did their force revolt.
“ Ah! gentlest knight alive," sayd Scudamore,
“ What huge heroicke magnanimity (more, Whom whenas Scudamour saw past the fire
Dwells in thy bounteous brest? what couldst thou Safe and untoucht, he likewise gan assay
If shee were thine, and thou as now am I? With greedy will and envious desire,
O spare thy happy daies, and them apply And bad the stubborne flames to yield him way:
To better boot'; but let me die that ought; But cruell Mulciber would not obay
More is more losse ; one is enough to dy !" His threatfull pride, but did the more augment
“ Life is not lost,” said she," for which is bought His mighty rage, and with imperious sway
Endlesse renowm; that, more then death, is to be | Him forst, maulgre his ferceness, to relent,

And backe retire all scorcht and pitifully brent.
Thus she at length persuaded him to rise, With huge impatience he inly swelt,
And with her wend to see what new successe More for great sorrow that he could not pas
Mote him befall upon new enterprise :

Then for the burning torment which he felt ;'
His armes, which he had vowed to disprofesse, That with fell woodnes he effierced was,
She gathered up and did about him dresse, And wilfully him throwing on the gras
And his forwandred steed unto him gott:

Did beat and bounse his head and brest full sore:
So forth they both yfere make their progrésse, The whiles the championesse now entred has
And march, not past the mountenaunce of a sbott, The utmost rowme, and past the foremost dore;
Till they arriv'd whereas their purpose they did plott. The utmost rowme abounding with all precious store:

Por, round about, the walls yclothed were In Satyres shape Antiopa he snatcht;
With goodly arras of great maiesty,

And like a fire, when he Aegin' assayd:
Woven with gold and silke so close and nere A shepeheard, when Mnemosyne he catcht;
That the rich metall iurhed privily,

And like a serpent to the Thracian mayd. [playd, As faining to be hidd from envious eye;

Whyles thus on Earth great love these pageaunts Yet here, and there, and every where, unwares The winged boy did thrust into his hrone, It shewd itselfe and shone unwillingly;

And, scoffing, thus unto bis mother sayd; Like to a discolourd snake, whose bidden snares “Lo! now the Hevens obey to me alone, (gone.” Through the greene gras his long bright burnisht and take me for their love, whiles love to Earth is back declares.

And thou, faire Phoebus, in thy colours bright And in those tapets weren fashioned

Wast there enwoven, and the sad distresse Many faire pourtraicts, and many a faire feate; In which thai boy thee plonged, for despight And all of love, and al of lusty-hed,

That thou bewray'dst his mothers wantonnesse, As seemed by their semblaunt, did entreat:

W'ben she with Mars was meynt in joyfulnesse: And eke all Cupids warres they did repeate,

Forthy ne thrild thee with a leaden dart And cruell battailes, which he whilome fought

To love fair Daphne, which thee loved lesse; Gainst all the gods to make his empire great;

Lesse she thee lov'd than was thy iust desart, Besides the huge massacres, which he wrought

Yet was thy love her death, and her death was thy

smart. On mighty kings and kesars into thraldome brought.

So lovedst thou the lusty Hyacinct; Therein was writt how often thondring love

So lovedst thou the faire Coronis deare: Had felt the po nt of bis bart-percing dart,

Yet both are of thy haplesse hand extinct; And, leaving Heavens kingdome, here did rove

Yet both in flowres doe live, and love thee beare, In straunge disguize, to slake his scalding smart;

The one a paunce, the other a sweete-breare: Now, like a ram, faire Helle to pervart,

For griefe whereof, ye mote have lively seeue Now, like a bull, Europa to withdraw:

The god himselfe rending his golden beare, Ah, how the fearefull ladies tender hart

And breaking quite his gariond ever greene, Did lively seeme to tremble, when she saw

With other signes of sorrow and impatient teene. The huge seas under her t'obay her servaunts law !

Both for those two, and for his owne deare sonne, Soone after that, into a golden showre

The sonne of Climene, he did repent; Himselfe he chaung'd, faire Danaë to vew; Who, bold to guide the charet of the Sunne, And through the roofe of her strong brasen towre Himselfe in thousand peeces fondly rent, Did raine into her lap an bony dew;

And all the world with flashing liër brent; The wbiles her foolish garde, that litle knew

So like, that all the walle did seeme to flame. Of such deceipt, kept th' yron dore fast bard, Yet cruell Cupid, not herewith content, And watcht that none should enter nor issew; Forst him eftsoones to follow other game, Vaine was the watch, and bootlesse all the ward,

And love a shepheards daughter for his dearest dame. Whenas the god to golden hew himselfe transfard.

He loved Isse for his dearest name, Then was he turnd into a snowy swan,

And for her sake her catteil fedd awhile, To win faire Leda to his lovely trade:

And for her sake a cowbeard vile became: O wondrous skill, and sweet wit of the man, The servant of Admetus, cowheard vile, That her in daffadillies sleeping made

Whiles that from Heaven he suffered exile. From scorching heat her daintie limbes to shade!

Long were to tell his other lovely fitt; Whiles the proud bird, ruffing his fethers wyde

Now, like a lyon hunting after spoile; And brushing his faire brest, did her invade, Now, like a hag; now, like a faulcon flit: She slept; yet twixt her eielids closely spyde

All which in that faire arras was most lively writ. How towards her he rusht, and smiled at his pryde,

Next unto him was Neptune pictured, Then shewd it how the Thebane Semelee,

Io his divine resemblaunce wondrous lyke: Deceivd of gealous luno, did require

His face was rugged, and his hoarie bed To see him in his soverayne marestee

Dropped with brackish deaw; his threeforkt pyke Armd with bis thunderbolts and lightning fire, He stearnly shooke, and therewith fierce did stryke Whens dearely she with death bought her desire.

The raging billowes, that on every syde But faire Alcmena better match did make, They trembling stood, and made a long broad dyke, loying his love in likenes more entire:

That bis swift cbaret might have passage wyde Three nights in one they say that for her sake

Which foure great hippodames did draw in temeHe then did put, her pleasures leuger to partake. wise tyde. Twice was he seepe in soaring eagles shape, His seaborses did seeme to snort amayne, And with wide winges to beat the buxome ayre: And from their nosethrilles blow the brynie streame, Once, when he with Asterie did scape;

That made the sparckling waves to smoke agayne Againe, whenas the Trojane boy so fayre

And fame with gold ; but the white fomy creame He snatcht from Ida hill, and with him bare: Did shine with silver, and shoot forth his beame: Wondrous delight it was there to behould

The god himselfe did pensive seeme and sad, How the rude shepheards after him did stare, And hong adowne his head as he did dreame; Trembling through feare least down he fallen should, For privy love his brest empierced bad, And often to him calling to take surer hould. Neought but deare Bisaltis ay could make him glad.

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