And faid, "Sir knight, fith ye this lady clame, "Whom he that hath were loth to lofe fo light, "(For fo to lofe a lady were great shame) "Yee fhall her winne, as I have done, in fight; "And lo! shee shall be placed here in sight,

Together with this hag befide her fet, "That whofo winnes her may her have by right; "But he fhall have the hag that is ybet, “And with her alwaies ride till he another get."

So furiously they both together met,
That neither could the other's force fuftaine :
As two fierce buls, that strive the rule to get
Of all the heard, meete with fo hideous maine,
That both rebutted tumble on the plaine:
So these two champions to the ground were feld,
Where in a maze they both did long remaine,
And in their hands their idle troncheors held,
Which neither able were to wag or once to weld..

And thought in mind it shortly to amend :
His fpeare he feutred, and at him it bore,
But with no better fortune then the rest afore.
XLVI.

Full many others at him likewise ran,
But all of them likewife difmounted were;
Ne certes wonder; for no powre of man
Could bide the force of that enchaunted speare,
The which this famous Britomart did beare;
With which the wondrous deeds of armes at
chieved,

And overthrew whatever came her neare,
That all thofe ftranger knights full fore aggrieved,
And that late weaker band of chalengers relieved,

XLVII.

Like as in fommer's day, when raging heat
Doth burne the earth, and boyled rivers drie,
That all brute beasts, forst to refraine fro meat,
Doe hunt for fhade, where fhrowded they may
lie,

And milling it, faine from themselves to flic;
All travellers tormented are with paine :
A watry cloud doth overcaft the skie,
And poureth forth a fudden fhoure of raine,
That all the wretched world recomforteth againe:

XLVIII.

So did the warlike Britomart restore
The prize to knights of Maydenhead that day,
Which elfe was like to have bene loft, and bore
The prayle of proweffe from them all away:
Then fhrilling trompets loudly gan to bray,
And bad them leave their labours and long toyk
To ioyous feaft and other gentle play,
Where beauties prize fhold win that pretions
fpoyle:

Where with found of trompe will also
awhylc.