He bad him stay and backe with him retire;
Who, full of scorne to be commaunded so,
The Lady to alight did eft require,
Whilest he reformed that uncivill fo;
And streight at him with all his force did
Who mov'd no more therewith, then when a rocke Is lightly stricken with some stonës throw;
But to him leaping lent him such a knocke,
That on the ground he layd him like a sencelesse blocke.
But, ere he could himselfe recure againe,
Him in his iron paw he seized had;
That when he wak't out of his warelesse paine,
He found himself unwist so ill bestad,
That lim he could not wag: thence he him lad, Bound like a beast appointed to the stall: The sight whereof the Lady sore adrad, And fain'd to fly for feare of being thrall; But he her quickly stayd, and forst to wend withall.
When to the place they came where Artegall
By that same carefull Squire did then abide,
He gently gan him to demaund of all
That did betwixt him and that Squire betide:
Who with sterne countenance and indignant pride
Did aunswere, that of all he guiltlesse stood,
And his accuser thereuppon defide;
For neither he did shed that Ladies bloud,
Nor tooke away his Love, but his owne proper good.
Well did the Squire perceive himselfe too weake
To auns were his defiaunce in the field,
And rather chose his challenge off to breake
Then to approve his right with speare and shield,
And rather guilty chose himselfe to yield.
But Artegall by signes perceiving plaine
That he it was not which that Lady kild,
But that strange Knight, the fairer Love to gaine, Did cast about by sleight the truth thereout to straine;
And sayd; "Now sure this doubtfull causes right
Can hardly but by sacrament be tride,
Or else by ordele, or by blooddy fight;
That ill perhaps mote fall to either side:
But if ye please that I your cause decide,
Perhaps I may all further quarrell end,
ye will sweare my iudgement to abide." Thereto they both did franckly condiscend, And to his doome with listfull eares did both attend.
"Sith then," sayd he, ye both the dead deny,
And both the living Lady claime your right,
Let both the dead and living equally
Devided be betwixt you here in sight,
And each of either take his share aright.
But looke, who does dissent from this He for a twelve moneths day shall in despight Beare for his penaunce that same Ladies head; To witnesse to the world that she by him is dead."
Well pleased with that doome was Sangliere,
And offred streight the Lady to be slaine:
But that same Squire to whom she was more dere,
Whenas he saw she should be cut in twaine,
Did yield she rather should with him remaine
Alive then to himselfe be shared dead;
And rather then his Love should suffer paine,
He chose with shame to beare that Ladies head:
True love despiseth shame when life is cald in dread.
Whom when so willing Artegall perceaved;
"Not sò, thou Squire," he sayd, "but thine I deeme
The living Lady, which from thee he reaved:
For worthy thou of her doest rightly seeme.
And
you, Sir Knight, that love so light esteeme,
As that would for little leave the same,
Take here your owne that doth you best beseeme, And with it beare the burden of defame; Your owne dead Ladies head, to tell abrode
But Sangliere disdained much his doome,
And sternly gan repine at his beheast;
Ne would for ought obay, as did become,
To beare that Ladies head before his breast:
Untill that Talus had his pride represt,
And forced him, maulgrè, it up to reare.
Who when he saw it bootelesse to resist,
He tooke it up, and thence with him did beare;
As rated spaniell takes his burden up for feare.
Much did that Squire Sir Artegall adore
For his great iustice held in high regard;
And as his Squire him offred evermore
To serve, for want of other meete reward,
And wend with him on his adventure hard:
But he thereto would by no meanes consent;
But leaving him forth on his iourney far'd:
Ne wight with him but onely Talus went;
They two enough t'encounter an whole regiment.
Artegall heares of Florimell;
Does with the Pagan fight:
Him slaies; drownes Lady Munera ;
Does race her Castle quight.
NOUGHT is more honourable to a Knight,
Ne better doth beseeme brave Chevalry,
Then to defend the feeble in their right,
And wrong redresse in such as wend awry:
Whilome those great heröes got thereby
Their greatest glory for their rightfull deedes,
And place deserved with the gods on hy:
Herein the noblesse of this Knight exceedes,
Who now to perils great for iustice sake proceedes:
To which as he now was uppon the way,
He chaunst to meet a Dwarfe in hasty course;
Whom he requir'd his forward hast to stay,
Till he of tidings mote with him discourse.
Loth was the Dwarfe, yet did he stay perforse,
And gan of sundry newes his store to tell,
As to his memory they had recourse ;
But chiefly of the fairest Florimell,
How she was found againe, and spousde to Marinell.
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