Which she would sure performe, betide her Perceiving well the treason which was ment;

[start With that there came unto her chamber dore Nor suffering the least twinckling sleepe to Two Knights all armed ready for to fight; Into her eye, which th' heart mote have re- And after them full many other more, lieved; [ reprieved: A raskall rout, with weapons rudely dight But if the least appear'd, her eyes she streight Whom soone as Talus spide by glims of

ridge,

And much lesse honour by that warlike kinde Streight was the passage, like a ploughed O life: for he was nothing valorous, [the lidge. But with slie shiftes and wiles did underminde That, if two met, the one mote needes fall over All noble Knights, which were adventurous, And many brought to shame by treason treacherous.

Like treacherous, like full of fraud and guile,
Of all that on this carthly compasse wonnes;
The eldest of the which was slaine erewhile
By Artegall, through his owne guilty wile:
His name was Guizor; whose untimely fate
For to avenge, full many treasons vile
His father Dolon had deviz'd of late

XXXVII

There they did thinke them selves on her to
wreake;

Who as she nigh unto them drew, the one
These vile reproches gan unto her speake
Thou recreant false traytor, that with lone
Of armes hast knighthood stolne, yet Knight

art none,

No more shall now the darkenesse of the night
Defend thee from the vengeance of thy fone;
But with thy bloud thou shalt appease the
spright
[slight.'

With these his wicked sons, and shewd his Of Guizor by thee slaine, and murdred by thy

cankred hate.

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For sure he weend that this his present guest
Was Artegall, by many tokens plaine;
But chiefly by that yron page he ghest,
Which still was wont with Artegall remaine;
And therefore ment him surely to have slaine:
But by Gods grace, and her good heedinesse,
She was preserved from their traytrous traine.
Thus she all night wore out in watchfulnesse,
Ne suffred slothfull sleepe her eyelids to op-
presse.

XXXV

The morrow next, so soone as dawning houre
Discovered had the light to living eye,
She forth yssew'd out of her loathed bowre,
With full intent t' avenge that villany
On that vilde man and all his family;
And, comming down to seeke them where
they wond,

Nor sire, nor sonnes, nor any could she spie:
Each rowme she sought, but them all empty
fond.
[nether kond.
They all were fled for feare; but whether,

XXXVI

She saw it vaine to make there lenger stay, But tooke her steede; and thereon mounting light

Gan her addresse unto her former way.

She had not rid the mountenance of a flight,
But that she saw there present in her sight
Those two false brethren on that perillous
Bridge,

On which Pollente with Artegall did fight.

Which when she saw her helmet she unlaste, Her linnen stole to robe of scarlet red,

And by the altars side her selfe to slumber plaste.