IX.

"For els my feeble veffel, craz'd and crackt "Through thy ftrong buffets and outrageous " blowes,

"Cannot endure, but needes it must be wrackt "On the rough rocks, or on the fandy fhallowes, "The whiles that Love it fteres, and Fortune "rowes;

"Love (my lewd pilott) hath a reftleffe mind, "And fortune (botcfwaine) no affuraunce knowes, But faile withouten ftarres gainst tyde and "winde :

"How can they other doe, sith both are bold and "blinde?

Her former forrow into fudden wrath
(Both coofen paffions of diftroubled spright)
Converting, forth fhe beates the dusty path;
Love and defpight attonce her corage kindled hath,

XIII.

As when a foggy mift hath overcaft

The face of heven, and the cleare ayre engroste,
The world in darknes dwels, till that at laft
The watry fouth-winde from the fea-bord cofte
Upblowing doth difperfe the vapour lofte,
And poures itselfe forth in a stormy fhowre;
So the fayre Britomart, having disclofte
Her clowdy care into a wrathfull stowre,
The mift of griefe diffolv'd did into vengeance
powre.

XIV.

Eftfoones her goodly fhield addreffing fayre, That mortall speare the in her hand did take, And unto battaill did herfelfe prepayre. The knight approaching fternely her befpake; "Sir Knight, that doest that voyage rafhly make "By this forbidden way in my defpight, "Ne docft by others death enfample take, "I read thee foone retyre, whiles thou haft might, "Leaft afterwards it be too late to take thy "flight."

XV.

Ythrild with deepe difdaine of his proud threat, She shortly thus; " Fly they that need to fly; "Wordes fearen babes; I meane not thee entreat "To paffe; but maugre thee will pass or dy." Ne lenger ftay'd for th' other to reply, But with fharpe fpeare the reft made dearly knowne :

Strongly the ftraunge knight ran, and sturdily Strooke her full on the breft, that made her downe Decline her head, and touch her crouper with her

crown.

XVI.

But the againe him in the fhield did smite
With fo fierce furie and great puiffaunce,
That through his three-square fcuchin percing
quite,

And through his mayled hauberque, by mischaunce
The wicked steele through his left fide did glaunce:
Him fo transfixed the before her bore
Beyond his croupe, the length of all her launce,
Till fadly foucing on the fandy fhore
He tombled on an heape, and wallowd in his
gore.

XVII.

Like as the facred oxe, that careleffe ftands
With gilden hornes and flowry girlonds crownd,
Proud of his dying honor and deare bandes,
Whiles th' altars fume with frankincense arownd,
All fuddeinly with mortall stroke aftownd,
Doth groveling fall, and with his ftreaming gore
Diftaines the pillours and the holy grownd,
And the faire flowres that decked him afore:
So fell proud Marinell upon the pretious shore.

XVIII.

The martiall mayd stayd not him to lament, But forward rode, and kept her ready way Along the ftrond; which, as she over-went,