XIX.

And firft him greeting, thus unto him spake; "Haile, jolly Shepheard! which thy loyous dayes "Here leadeft in this goodly merry-make, "Frequented of thefe gentle nymphes alwayes, "Which to thce flocke to heare thy lovely layes; "Tell me what m te thefe daintie damzels be, "Which here with thee doe make their pleafant "playe?

"Right happy thou, that mayeft them freely fee, "But why when I them faw fled they away from "me?"

XX.

"Not I fo happy," answered then that fwaine, "As thou unbappy, which them thence didnt "chace,

"Whom by no meanes thou canst recall againe, "For being gone, none can them bring in place, "But whom they of themfcives lift fo to grace." "Right forry 1," faid then Sir Calidore, "That my ill fortune did them hence difplace; "But fince things paffed none may now reflore, "Tell me what were they all whofe lacke thee "grieves fo fore?"

"So farre as doth the daughter of the Day All other leffer lights in light excell; "So farre doth the in beautifull array "Above all other laffes beare the bell; "Ne leffe in vertue that befeemes her well "Doth fhe excecde the rest of all her race; "For which the Graces that here wont to dwell "Have for more honour brought her to this place,

"And graced her fo much to be another Grace.

When thus that shepheard ended had his speach, Said Calidore, "Now fure it yrketh mee, "That to thy life I made this luckleffe breach, "As now the author of thy bale to be, "Thus to bereave thy love's deare fight from

Whyleft thus fhe in these hellish dens remayned,
Wrapped in wretched cares and heart's unrest,
It fo befell, as Fortune had ordayned,
That he which was their capitaine profeft,
And had the chiefe commaund of all the reft,
One day as he did all his prifoners vew,
With luftfull eyes beheld that lovely guest,

Faire Paftorella, whose sad mournefull hew, Like the faire morning clad in mifty fog did fhew.

IV.

At fight whereof his barbarous heart was fired,
And inly burnt with flames moft raging whot,
That her alone he for his part defired
Of all the other pray which they had got,
And her in mynde did to himselfe allot;
From that day forth he kyndneffe to her showed,
And fought her love by all the meanes he mote;
With looks, with words, with gifts, he oft her
wowed,

And mixed threats among, and much unto her vowed.

V.

But all that ever he could doe or fay,
Her conftant mynd could not a whit remove,
Nor draw unto the lure of his lewd lay,
To graunt him favour or afford him love;
Yet ceaft he not to few, and all waies prove,
By which he mote accomplish his request,
Saying and doing all that mote behove;
Ne day nor night he fuffred her to reft,
But her all night did watch, and all the day
moleft.

VI.

At laft, when him the fo importune faw,
Fearing least he at length the raines would lend
Unto his luft, and make his will his law,
Sith in his powre fhe was to foe or friend,
She thought it beft for fhadow to pretend