"Of all things to diffemble fouly may befall." LVII.

"Yet let me you of courtefie request,"

Said Burbon," to affift me now now at need "Against these pefants which have me oppreft, "And forced me to fo infamous deed,

"That yet my love may from their hands be "freed."

Sir Artegail, albe he erst did wyte
His wavring mind, yet to his aide agreed,
And buckling him eftfoones unto the fight,

Did fet upon those troupes with all his powre and might.

LVIII.

Who flocking round about them, as a swarme
Of flyes upon a birchen bough doth cluster,
Did them affault with terible allarme,
And over all the fields themfelves did mufter,
With bils and glayves making a dreadfull lufter,
That fort at firit thofe knights backe to retyre;
As when the wrathfull Boreas doth bluiter,
Nough may abide the tempeft of his yre,

Both man and beaft doe flie, and fuccour doe in

quyre.