To ftirre up ftrife, twixt love, and fpight, and ire, And round about themselves awhile did gaze, Did privily put coles unto his fecret fire. XII. By fundry meanes thereto fhe prickt him forth, XII. Too boastfull Blandamour, too long I beare The open wrongs thou doest me day by day; Till seeing her, that Florimell did feeme, treme, Like two mad mastiffes, each on other flew, And fhields did fhare, and mailes did rafh, and helmes did hew. XVII. So furioufly cach other did affayle, rayle Adowne, as if their springs of life were spent, |