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XXIV. Thereat exceeding wroth was Satyran ; And wroth with Satyran was Blandamour ; And wroth with Blandamour was Erivan; And at them both Sir Paridell did loure. So all together stird up strifefull stoure, And readie were new battell to darraine ; Each one profest to be her paramoure, And vow'd with speare and shield it to maintaine; Neiudges powre, ne reason's rule mote them restraine.
XXV. Which troublous' stirre when Satyrane aviz'd, He gan to cast how to appease the same, And to accord them all this meanes deviz'd : First, in the midst to set that fayrest dame, To whom each one his chalenge should disclame, And he himselfe his right would eke releasse ; Then looke to whom she voluntarie came, He should without disturbance her possesse : Sweete is the love that comes alone with willingnesse.
XXVI. They all agreed ; and then that snowy mayd Was in the middest plast among them all : All on her gazing wisht, and vowd, and prayd, And to the Queene of Beautie close did call, That she unto their portion might befall. Then when she long had lookt upon each one, As though she wished to have pleasd them all, At last to Braggadochio selfe alone She came of her accord, in spight of all his fong..
XXX. So much the more her griefe the more her toyle ; Yet neither toyle nor griefe she once did spare, In seeking him that should her paine assoyle ; Whereto great comfort in her sad misfare Was Amoret, companion of her care ; Who likewise sought her lover long miswcnt, The gentle Scudamour, whose hart whileare That stryfefull hag with gealous discontent Had fild, that he to fell revenge was fully bent :
XXXI. Bent to revenge on blamelesse Britomart The crime which cursed Até kindled earst, The which like thornes did pricke his gealous hart, And through his soule like poysned arrow persa That by no reason it might be reverst For ought that Glauce could or doe or say ; For aye
the more that she the same reherst The more it gauld and griev'd him night and day, That nought but dire revenge his anger mote defray.
XXXII. So as they travelled, the drouping night, Covered with cloudie storme and bitter showre, That dreadfull seem'd to every living wight, Upon them fell, before her timely howre, That forced them to seeke some covert bowre, Where they might hide their heads in quiet rest, And shrowd their persons from that stormie stowre. Not farre away, not meete for any guest, They spide a little cottage,like some pooreman's nest. XXXIII. Under a steepe hilles side it placed was, There where the mouldred earth had cav'd the banke, And fast beside a little brooke did pas Of muddie water, that like puddle stanke, By which few crooked sallowes grew in ranke; Whereto approaching nigh, they heard the sound Of many yron hammers beating ranke, And answering their wearieturnes around, [ground. That seemed some blacksmith dwelt in that desert
XXXIV. There entring in, they found the goodman selfe Full busily unto his worke ybent, Who was to weet a wretched wearish elfe, With hollow eyes and rawbone cheekes forspent, As if he had in prison long bene pent : Full blacke and griesly did his face appeare, Besmeard with smoke that nigh his eye-sight blent, With rugged beard, and hoarie shagged heare, The which he never wont to combe, or comely sheare.
XXXV. Rude was his garment, and to rags all rent, Ne better had he, ne for better cared ; With blistred hands emongst the cinders brent, And fingers filthie, with long nayles unpared, Right fit to rend the food on which he fared's His name was Care; a blacksmith by his trade, That neither day nor night from working spared, But to small purpose yron wedges made : Those be unquiet thoughts that carefull minds invade.
XXXVI. In which his worke he had sixe servants prest, About the andvile standing evermore With huge great hammers, that did never rest From heaping stroakes which thereon soused sore All sixe strong groomes, but one then other more; For by degrees they all were disagreed : So likewise did the hammers which they bore Like belles in greatnesse orderly succeed, That he which was the last the first did farre exceede.
XXXVII. He like a monstrous gyant seem'd in sight, Farre passing Bronteus or Pyracmon great, The which in Lipari doe day and night Frame thunderbolts for love's avengefull threate : So dreadfully he did the andvile beat, That seem'd to dust he shortly would it drive; So huge his hammer, and so fierce his beat, That seem'd a rocke of diamond it could rive And rend asunder quite, if he thereto list strive.
XXXVIII. Sir Scudamour there entring, much admired The manner of their worke and wearie paine ; And having long beheld, at last enquired The cause and end thereof : but all in vaine ; For they for nought would from their worke refraine, Ne let his speeches come unto their eare. And eke the breathfull bellowes blew amaine, Like to the northerne winde, that none could heare ; Those Pensifenesse did move, and sighes the bellows