Which being whylome launcht with louely dart, How euer she her paynd with womanish art To hide her wound, that none might it perceiue : Vaine is the art that feekes it felfe for to deceiue. So well he woo'd her, and fo well he wrought her, To lend an eare, and foftly to relent. 370 At last through many vowes which forth he pour'd, And many othes, fhe yeelded her consent To be his loue, and take him for her Lord, Tho when they had long time there taken rest, Yet he with strong perfwafions her affwaged, 11. 376-7, (who... queft). 380 That all fo foone as he by wit or art Could that atchieue, whereto he did aspire, No longer space thereto he did defire, But till the horned moone three courses did expire. With which she for the present was appeased, 390 And yeelded leaue, how euer malcontent Mongst Knights, when on aduentures they did ride, Saue that she algates him a while accompanide. And by the way she sundry purpose found At laft when all her speeches she had spent, 1. 396, 'on': 1. 414,, for period (.). 401 410 To Scudamour, who she had left behind : With whom she went to feeke faire Amoret, Her fecond care, though in another kind; For vertues onely fake, which doth beget True loue and faithfull friendship, fhe by her did fet. Backe to that defert forrest they retyred, 420 Where forie Britomart had lost her late; There they her fought, and euery where inquired, Where they might tydings get of her estate; Yet found they none. But by what hapleffe fate, Or hard misfortune fhe was thence conuayd, And stolne away from her beloued mate, Were long to tell; therefore I here will stay Vntill another tyde, that I it finish may. / G Reat God of loue, that with thy cruell darts, Doeft conquer greatest conquerors on ground, And adding anguish to the bitter wound, So whylome didst thou to faire Florimell; And fo and so to noble Britomart: So doeft thou now to her, of whom I tell, With Beares and Tygers taking heauie part, ΙΟ 20 1. 3, Belphæbe,' and for,-accepted: 1. 6, 'darts'-accepted for 'dart' of '96: 1. 13, ' launcedst.' Withouten comfort, and withouten guide, So foone as fhe with that braue Britonesse Had left that Turneyment for beauties prife, The whiles faire Amoret, of nought affeard, 30 Walkt through the wood, for pleasure, or for need ; When fuddenly behind her backe fhe heard. One rushing forth out of the thickest weed, That ere fhe backe could turne to taken heed, Had vnawares her fnatched vp from ground. Feebly she shriekt, but fo feebly indeed, That Britomart heard not the fhrilling found, There where through weary trauel she lay fleeping foŭd. It was to weet a wilde and faluage man, Yet was no man, but onely like in shape, 40 Of men and beafts; and fed on fleshly gore, The figne whereof yet ftain'd his bloudy lips afore. 50 1. 26, ; for,—accepted: 1. 33 (of nought affeard): 1. 46, ; after 'hart.' |