"Feare gave her winges, and rage enforst my "flight: "Through woods and plaines fo long I did her "chace, "Till this mad man (whom your victorious might "Hath now faft bound) me met in middle space: "As I her, fo he me pourfewd apace, "And fhortly overtooke: I breathing yre, "Sore chauffed at my ftay in fuch a cace, "And with my heat kindled his cruell fyre, "Which kindled once, his mother did more rage infpyre. Behind his backe he bore a brafen shield, XXXIX. When he in prefence came, to Guyon first He boldly fpake; " Sir Knight, if knight thou bec, "Abandon this foreftalled place at erft, "For feare of further harme, I counfell thee, "Or bide the chaunce at thine own iopardee." The knight at his great boldneffe wondered; And though he fcorn'd his ydle vanitee, Yet mildly him to purpose answered, For not to grow of nought he it coniectured. XL. "Varlet! this place moft dew to me I deeme, "Yielded by him that held it forcibly; "But whence fheld come that harme, which the ❝doft feeme "To threat to him that mindes his chaunce "t'abye?" "Perdy," fay'd he, "here comes, and is hard by "A knight of wondrons powre and great affay, "That never yet encountred enemy "But did him deadly daunt, or fowle difmay; "Ne thou for better hope, if thou his prefence "Ray." "Great caufe, that carries thee fo fwift and light." "My lord," quoth he, " me fent, and ftreight "behight *To feeke Occafion, wherefo the bee; "For he is all difpofd to bloody fight, "And breathes out wrath and hainous crueltee : With that one of his thrillant darts he threw, In the meant marke, advaunft his fhield atween; "Hard is his hap that firft falls in his iopar- Eftfoones he fled away, and might no where be " dec." fcene. G iiij THE FAERY QUEENE BOOK I. CANTO V. Pyrochles does with Guyon fight, Who him fore wounds, whiles Atin te 1. WHOEVER doth to temperaunce apply IV. But lightly fhunned it, and paffing by, To which right well the wife doe give that On his horfe necke before the quilted fell, Approching nigh, he never ftaid to greete, And from the head the body fundred quight: With that he drew his flaming (word, and strooke The weary fowle from thence it would discharge; To thincke fuch hideous puiffaunce on foot to Nathleffe fo fore a buff to him it len, beare. That made him reele, and to his breft his bever bent. Nath'leffe now quench thy whott emboyling | Him ftayd from yielding pitifull redresse, "wrath And faid, "Deare fonne! thy caufeleffe ruth " repreffe, "Ne let thy ftout hart melt in pitty vayne: "He that his forrow fought through wilfullneffe, "And his foe fettred would relcafe agayne, "Deserves to tafte his follies fruit, repented "payne." |