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Caput. XVI.

Argument.

Vodina shoes her loue but He
Fayning base birth refusde
She kills her self and Doria him
As Murderer accusde
From prisone long hes brought at last
To burne, But heauns Reuenger
A stranger fends that him redeems
And he Redeems the Straunger.

1

Whill Prince Penardo heir vnknowne abyds
Vnder the title of Pelympus still
Inconstant fortune all her fauor hyds
And turns her smylls to frouns her good to ill
O wordlie pomp: O glorie vane: O fame
A waisting lampe A shaddow and A dreame.

2

Long stayt he heir lou'd praist admeird of all
Of Dorio disdaind invy'd and feard
But poore Vodinas feidle was made thrall
By Tyrane loue loue sow'd loue reapt loue ear'd
All place to her was loathsum day and night
Except the braue Lolympus wer in sight.

3

And whil she wakes his sight her loue augments
But oft in sleip sad visiones frights her mynd
In sleep he sad and frowning him presents
Vnthankfull coy disdainfull prowd vnkynd
And death in thousand formes he showes in hate
The presage true of her ensueing fate.

4

When she awaks she calls him too vnkynd
Tears droune her eyes, and sighes o'reflowe her hair?
Yet oft she wisht that he hade knowne her mynd,
Loue bids her use some meins loue to impairt:
But shame forbids her modesty to pas
Tuix Loue and shame a crewell warre their was.

5

Shame sayes a simple Virgine and a Mayde
Should chastlie loue and modestlye desyre
And of audatious words should be afrayde
From loue propon'd should shune & thence retyre
For Mayds that heir & forts that parly lowd
Mak both the louer & the foe grow prow'd.

6

Much more if thow propone will he disdaine
Thy wanton formes and thy immodest loue
The glorious name of Virgins shall thow stain
And Maydin hoode a heauie load shall proue
Loue by refusall liues but profert dyes
A woman conqueres loue when loue she flyes

7

But Loue beguyl'd bothe Modestie and shame
And thus he sayd, A woman thow must be
O sirs thow not what stains a womans Name
No thing so much as Haite and Cruelty
Nature hath framd a womans hairt to yeeld
And Courtesie and loue to win the feeld,

8

Sure he wold speek if he wer once assurde
Of such a Princes fauor as thine owne
His birthe too base thy matche to haue procurde
Or els long since his fansie hade yow knowne
Tho base of birthe he beirs a Monarchs mynd
Then do but speik or look and He'll be kynd.

9

What if some new occasione call him hence?
Then shall some other Princes win his hairt
May thow not once with modestie dispence
Befor thy loue and lyfe be death should smairt
If health loue ease & pleasur stayeth still
Vpone a word theyr'r fools that wants their will.

10

What also if thy father the constraine
Prince Doreo to wed against thy will
For with a nother doth thy Hairt remane
Altho before thou gaue consent theirtill
Pelympus o Pelympus onlie He
The sight of Doreo wer but death to ye,

11

Haist then to tell Pelympus that thow loues
Els he goes hence and Doreo shall the wed
But o what if the Knight disdainfull proues
O he wil not disdaine a Princes bed
Altho thy beautie could not moue his mynd
Yet will the croune of Hungare mak him kynd.

12

Thus on new Hope begyld with loue she fed
Resolueing once for to vnfold her mynd
Thus argued she thus thought she in her bed
Whill Cynthia pale wan and dimlie shynd
At last heauns gett aboue the easterne streams
Oppins and day shoots furth his syluer beams.

13

With heauns bright syluer hew the Dame op rose
When Phœbus beams did guild heaune earth and sea
She in a gardine did her self repose
Alone saue loue that boire her companie
She thence her dames and Ladies all hade sent
Till on loues altar she pour'd furth her plaint.

14

Then to ane quyet arbor she reteird
Wheir long she murn'd she sighd she plain'd she prayde
She honord loue, loue prais'd and loue admeird,
For wheir abyds true luoe but in a mayde:
Oft she complaind that loue hade done her wrong
At last she took her Lute and thus she song.

15

The sensles snaik benouwd with Winters cold
With storme with frost with haill with snow with raine
If her for pitie one inbreist should hold
Till cherisht lyfe with heat returne againe
Then strength and lyfe and Nature maks her bold
To reaue the lyfe that did her lyfe obtaine
Of loue this is the true similitude
O loue the purtrat of ingratitude.

16

When thow was dead in winters of disdaine
And perisht quyt in dark obliuions flood
I cherist the with trauell cair and paine
And thy sad death my fyrie smylls with stoode
But when my breist by heat did lyfe obtaine
Thow stingd my hairt and made my bosome bleid
Ah loue how can a simple mayde offend
That this her loue should bring her lyfe to end.

17

Loue brings dispair dispair brings death & hell
Some say that musick oft proud loue withstoode
But o how can thy hairt in pleasure seall
When as thy verie soule is dround in blood
Tet pray perhaps thy pray'r mey loue compell
But meditatione is of pray're the foode
And crewell loue by meditation liues
Then eury thing Pelympus deir reviues

18

Thus whill she playes thus whill she sweitly sings
Throw emptie aer the Queir of burds doune flye
And spred a round their soft and daintye wings
To shrow'd her whill she strains her nots on hye
And when they heir her voyce her sound her noyes
Lyik hands they clap their wings in signe of ioyes.

19

When she hade doone about her heir and their
Some saye her song and strain her tender throts
Some laurell leaus and myrtles sweit prepair
In their sharpe beiks and then with merrie nots
Vpon her head they lett the leaus doun fall
And seem to croun the Virgine their with all.

20

Others wold sitt and from their throats forth send
A wofull sund that seemd to moue the skyes
To pitie her sad death and wofull end
Whil as the birds would straine such doolfull cryes
As who would say ah loue ah beautie murne
For her whoes death your day to night does turne.

21

But all this tyme she mus'd vpone her loue
Her loue her ioy her pleasure her delight
Pelympus braue whoes deids did matchles proue
Non liue'd lyke him in valour strength and might
Who walkt abroade that day to tak the air
Whill fate heaune chāce & fortune brought him thair

22

She seis him come throw bushes leaues and wands
Then lyk a mabre image vp she stoode
The Lute falls doune betuixt her snow white hands
And her fair eyes pow'r furth a syluer floode
Lyk deaw on roses whyt and reid that falls
Or syluer globs or pearle or cristall balls.

23

To wake her frome this dumpe he taks her hand
And whill he toutch'd she trembled quakd & shook
Now reid for shame then pale for fear she fand
How her fant hart his wounted roume forsooke
And vpwart fled frome paine wo greif despight
True signes of suddane loue or sad afright.

24

At last the Prince her silence thus remoues
Some saye that musick does the mynd delight
But lo Madame in yow the contrare proues
Quod she in hell death horrour and despight
Who liues melodious sounds at harmefull still
And still augments but ne're remeids their il.

25

To the perhaps my words may seame vn faitt
For basheful Mayd's or simple Virgins pure
And not agreing with my heighe estait
To sue for grace whene I should leiue secure
But o quod she if I indecent proue
Not I but shameles tyraneizing loue.

26

The ravening wolf, the simple lamb did catche,
Whom on he thought to fill, to feid, to prey,
When lo the princelie lyone did him watche,
First him he slew, then brought the lamb away,
Tho once from death he did the lamb releefe,
Afarr more crewel death he did it geue,

27

This wolf was Argælantes, I the lambe,
And thow the princilie lyone made me fre
When lo thyne eyes more crewell bands' did framme
And band and chain'd and link't my hairt to the,
Ah deir Pelympus, deir, too deir, it feares me,
Loue shame, fear, hait, in thousand peicees tears me,

28

Thow stole my hairt out throw my besome poure,
But, o, sweit stelth, sweit theef, I pardone the,
Myne eyes thow took and did their ayde procure
And thus I help't to steill my self to the
Deip sobs and tears, heir stayd hir wofull speche
And with dumbe signes his pitie did beseeche,

29

But all this tyme the Prince look't doune to ground
Rueth, reaslone, pitie, wo, amaizement bred
Yet in his besome loue no place hade founde
But myldest pitie hade so far him led,
That hardlie he from yeilding was refraind
Yet thus he answers, and from loue restraind,

30

Madame (quod he) your luckles loue I rew
And would it mend if with my life it stood
Too base my birthe fair Princes is for yow
My woorth too small to equaleize your blood
I will not hait and yet I most not loue
Mars doth my hert from Cupid far remoue.

31

Then dryue those fonde affections frome your mynd
Let your wyse hairt calme loue & leue secure
Loue is, a, monster, furius ferc and blynd
And I'm an errant Knight base woorthles poore
I'le serue yow still if yow but loue forbeir
In ioy in greif in confort hope in feir.

32

Forbeir quod she and must I then forbeir?
O? mad misluck O? loue O? chaunce O Fate!
O, loue, O, torment great? O, greif? o fear!
O? plague of plagues! O, desperat deceat!
O sting, O deadlie Poysione of the hairt
O hell of mightie mynds o death O smairt?

33

Forbeir to loue O, word of sad disgrace
The task begune by loue must loue not end?
Natur had fram'd the fair and sweet alace
But the a crewell Tygers mynd did send
O crewell nature man, O man to crewell
To foule a blot to staine so fair a Iewell.

34

And loue forbeir alace that word forbeir
O sad decrie O sentence of my death
O torment of my soule, from verteus spheir
Could suche disdane and loathsum hait tak breth
Thou loues to liue in scorn of loue and me
I liue to loue, and looth'd, for loue must die.

35

And now alace the houre approched nye
When her sweet lyfe that sweet sweet hold must leaue
She drawes a knyfe which hange low be her thie
And tuix her breist's a flood-gat vp she reaue
Wheir pitie loue and beautie long with stoode
The fatall knyfe the lyfe the vitall-bloode.

36

From him she turn'd her face & did this fact
Then turns and say's without, a shrink or pai ne
Receaue this solemne sacrafeize I mak
Vpone the altare of thy heighe disdaine
Deir sweet receaue my hairt my lyfe my loue
My Virgine soule, Fairweell I must remoue.

37

And now the starre light of her eyes grew dimme
Her fair sweet face vpone her shoulder fell
In her paill looks sad pitie lookt on him
Her trembling kneis grew weak & doun she fell
Lyik ane fair floure pure beautifull and young
By frost new slaine youth had but newly sprung

38

Eune as discoloured opell's change and turne
The whyte now wan now pale heir reid their blew
Her louelye whyte grew pale and seem'd to murne
The reid in spot's did change to azure hew
The Sune grew dimme and smylling heau'ns did lour
The cloud's did murne & floods of tears doun powre,

39

The Prince that saw both lyfe and soule was gone
His mightie mynd began for to relent
His syght his speeche his sense him left a none
Woe sorow cair greif sadnes discontent
His lyfe and breath clos'd in his hairt withall
Pale cold and dead he on her breist did fall.

40

Thow lyes Penardo dead vpoune the ground
Whom myghtie armies could not ouerthrow
Nor losse of blood nor many greuous wound
Could mak the shrink or flie or yeeld or bow
Altho she dyed for loue and for thy hait
Yet should thow not be blam'd bot crewell fate.

41

But Fortune wold extinguish & put out
His shynning lampe of conquest prais and fame
For Doreo that long hade sought them out
With ielousie and loue despight and shame
Was thither led whene he this sight did vew
Bothe ioy and greif dispair and hait ensue,

42

Ioyfull he was to sie Pelympus dead
But deadlie wofull for his mistres deir
Tuix contrar passiones finds he no remead
At last reuenge on his dead corpes he sweir
That wheir before he was renound & praisde
His infamie to heaune should now be rais'd.

43

The fatall knyfe which in her brest he spyed
He pulls away and putt's into the place
The Princes dagger, then alowd he eryede
Ah treassone tresson ah wo wo alace
Whoes dreidfull noyes throw all the palace ring's
And thither Lords Knights Erles & Barones brings.

44

When they had hard & sein this wofull sight
Their come the King the Quene the Ladyes all
Great was their cair their angwish their despight
They weep they murne they sigh they cry they cal
That roks wodes montanes sound furth sad dispair
Whoes Echos fill the earthe and emptie aer.

45

Yet some more ware and wyse perseauit the Prince
Not dead but falne a soune the whiche thy tell
In chains in cord's in gyues they brought him thence
Vnto a dungeone deep and dark lyk Hell
When he reveiu'd and fand him self in chains
He woundred muche at last he thus complains.

Penardo his complaint.

What? do I liue quod He
And speek and sie & breath?
Whoes damned soule the heaun's abhors
And skornes to geue me death
And of that guer done due
For sine they me depryue

Till I should daylie leiue and die
Ten thousand deaths a lyue
Come death teir furth my hairt
My too too crewell hairt
That of my loue more then deseru'd
Did skorne she should haue pairt
But death sence thow art vsde
Poore virgins lyfes to tak
Thow pities so to ease my paine
Since hell abhors my fact
Yow fearfull monstres all
Yow feends yow furies felt
Yow Centaurs Harpy's Hydra's foull
Yow Gorgons grim of Hell
Come Plutos damned Ghosts
Come all since death delayes
With legiouns of your greislie troups
I'le feght and end my dayes
But o yow fear to veiu
worse then your selfs can be
Mo torments in my soule abyde
Then yow in Hell can see
Fa'ine would I flie my self
Becaus my self I fear
For still my self within my self
A thousand Hells doth beir
But whein o wheir is she
Wheir is that Angell fair
With whom abod al grace al good
Al loue al beauty rair
Ah thryce vnhappie Me
Ah my disdane had pow're
To reaue the Heaun's thair Darling deir

And earthe her fairest flour
My haples slouth before
Bereft a Virgins breath
And now disdane my mad disdane
Ane other brought to death
Why stay't I not alace
With fair Philena still
She would haue geuen me due rewarde
And hade preueind this ill
O fantasyes! O dreams!
O foolish visiones! O
Why gaue I credit vnto yow
That twyce hes wroght my woe?
But wofull monstre I
Of luckles loue alace
That still must leiue in endles paine
Least death my sorowes chace.

46

Thus in this agoneizing greif he lay
Long in this doungeone filthie deep and dark
Fast bound in chains nor saw he sight of day
And still bewaild his lyfe his chance his wrak
And this his murning wo greif sorow care
Turn'd vnto madnes oft and oft dispair.

47

But all this tyme great wo great paine great greife
Prince Doreo took for his deir Ladies death
And still his mynd was bent on heighe mischeefe
He sought reuenge with furie raige and wraith
For in his craft his malice his despight
This vitious wrong he wrought that valiant Knight.

48

Whill to this gardyne I did walk (he sayd)
I harde a sound a voyce a call a cry
Ah Heauns preserue me let me die a Mayde
Thither I ranne but when I come hard by
The Murderer me saw and faind he fainted
And fell as lyfe breath sense and soule he wanted,

49

I litle caird his feir his fate his fall
But to the Ladie rann whom soone I knew
I cryd and in my wofull airmes withall
I took her vp but gone was her fair hew
I cald her once once lookt she in my face
Once spak this word ah wofull word alace.

50

Into her fair and yuorie breist abaid
The instrument of that fearce tyranes wraith
I puld it furthe and their with all she said
Thow come to lait for to preuent my death
Her hand I gote fairweell she wold haue sayde
Wheirof but (fair) her laister breath furth-layde,

51

These speeches spak Prince Doreo and with all
So wo begone and sorowfull he sem'd
Oft stopd by sighes and oft would tears doun fall
That eury one him prais'd and much esteem'd
And then the King in wraith reuenge and ire
Commands Pelympus should be brint in fyre.

52

The night before this wofull Prince should dye
For her he murnes on her he calls he cryes
So does the lap-wing when some Sheiphird by
Her brood bereaues all day all night she flies
And weips and calls Yet sleips or night be past
So weeps the Prince and so he sleeps at last.

53

And in his sleep the Angell did appeir
That wairn'd him from Philena for to flie
And lookt on him with fearce and angrie cheir
Saying Penardo O Penardo sie
Ioues wraith prononced if thow not soone repent
Thy wicked thoughts thy words and thy complaine.

54

Thow doest refuse his help his grace his ayde
Thow still rebells gainst mightie Ioues decree
Thy greif at Hells wyde mouth thy Soule has layde
O wratche O man from sinne refraine or die
O sie behold thy plaints and Ioues heighe wraith
Leids the to paine to hell to endles death,

55

Thy visiones come from heauns and not from hell
Why temps thow then heighe heaune with plaints and tears
He hes decreit what e're to the befell
Do then what he ordains leaue greifs and fears
Eune of thy good he maks thy self the meins
But thow his goodnes grace & loue preueins.

56

Vodinas blood on her owne head shall fall
A iust rewaird for her vniust desyre
For her owne sinne and her fore fathers all
That race in her must end their prowd empyre
Nor in thy loue no intrest hade ye Dame
Ane other of more woorth shall win the same

57

Who shall preserue thy lyfe ere it be long
Flie not heauns ioy heauns peace but heaune obey
This sayd his face lyk lightning beam's outflong
That fild the house with glorius glistring ray
Which doone the Angell thence him self convoyes
And left him fild with conforts hops and ioyes.

58

Then ioyfull he awaks and watis the houre
Of lyfe or death as mightie Ioue thought meit
No plaints but prayers did the Prince furthe powre
Vpone the altar of repentance sweitt
And still he sighd he murn'd he plaind he prayde
To God for grace for help releefe and ayde.

59

Now come the tyme wheirin this crewell King
Would execute his vengeance on the Knight
Furth to be brint with fyre they did him bring
When lo a weary our bold approcht their sight
In airmour cled it seem'd dreid warre he brought
He finds the King whom throw the thronge he sought

60

And sayde Sir King perhaps my comeing may
Dismay yow much yet i'le the trueth vnfold,
And what my giltie conscience bids me say
That none yow wrong as now it seems yow wold
I beir the hand that wrought your Daughters fate
Yone Knight to saue her came, but came too laitt.

61

Fearce Argalantes was my vncle deir
Whoes blood for to reuenge, I thither came
Long waited I into this forrest neir
That yoynes vnto your Park your Gardines framne
And disper at my wisht reuenge to work
At last into thai gardine did I lurk.

62

When bright Apollo gilted had the sky
Vodina by misfortune come within
The arbor wheir I secreitlie did ly
And would haue fled agane but could not win
I took her wold haue forcd her gainst her will
But she dny't whom I in raige did kill.

63

Her laittest grones yone Knight whom kill yow wold
Hade harde and come to sie I fled be twein
The Parks and Gardenes to the forrest old
The way I come vnhard vnmarkd vnseene
Euer since within the forrest did I stray
Nor out from thence could euer find the waye.

64

And still her gost vnto me does repair
And still presents Hells torments to my mynd
And still the greislie feinds throw trubled aer
Sounds furthe the pains my wofull soule should fynd
In thousand formes her murdred ghoste before me
Appeirs; & hell still gaipes for to deuore Me.

65

This day agane she did her self present
Commanding me to the the trueth to sho
Ane other giltles lyfe for to prevent
Els I tormented should in endles woe
This is the caus that I my death desyir
Then set him frie & leid me to the fyre.

66

All that this warryour hard wer much amaizd
And look't and mus'de & gaizd and silent stoode
Thought pitie in the King was neuer rais'd
Yet sham'd he was to wrongd a Knight so goode
And causd to lowse vnbind and set him frie
And armour horse and all restoird to be.

67

How soone his horse and armour he receaud
They charg'd him to depairt the court and flie
But nobly for to dye was all he crau'd
For to reuenge his wrong his infamie
Yet knew not who with death his lyfe wold by
But also sweir him to releeue or dy,

68

Whom they had tyed with cords & with a chaine
Had bound him to a staik his armour on
So he desyrt and so he did obtaine
In armour thus to burne and burne alone
O kyndnes true that feare of death remoue
O praise O vertue great o wondrous loue.

69

To sie that sight amaizd Penardo stoode
His breist begane to swell with raige wraith ire
Ritie drew from his eyes of tears a floode
Wraith pitie helpt, pitie blew angers fyre
And thus his wraith his pitie ire and wo
Brought Suddane warre and suddane conquest lo,

70

Heir loue heir proud ambitioune man'd the feild
And still contend's who most gouerns the mynde
Loue caus'd the stranger to the fyre to yeeld
Eune loue of Prince Penardo most vnkynd
Who rewld by proud ambitione skornd to be
Ore matchd in ought and cheiflie courtesye.

71

He feghts alone amongst a thousand foes
And all of them defyes and onerthrew
All whom he fand; to ground with mightie bloes
And still his wraith still his reuenge renew
Nor gaue them leaue to pray to plaine to call
Suche haist he made to kill to murder all.

72

Some at his dreidfull angrie look affray'd
Fled heir and their and some in heaps doune fell
Those that withstoode slaine on the earth wer layde
And those who leauing could not him repell
With their dead bodies rais'd a wall a none
And thus gainstoode when other means wer gone.

73

But he but ledder skalled or engyne
Martchd proudlie o're those walls and fortres strong
And wold display his sheild for ansigne fyne
And tosse his flamming sword his foes among
Till he vnto that dreedfull fyre was come
Some fear'd some fell all fled to giue him roume.

74

That amorous Knight that to the staik was tyed
Beholding his strainge deads and wonders strainge
Brek all his bands and through the fyre he hyed
Whoes threatning sword did thrist for dreid reuenge
Not that he cair'd his lyfe or feard ye fyre
But for to ayde or dye was his desyre.

75

Be this the King Prince Doreo hade sent
With him his guarde for to chasteize their pryde
Him self reteir'd that mischeef to preuent
He feard some secreitt treasone their t'abyde
This armed band and Doreo now assaild
These warryours stout but nothing yet preuaild.

76

More deadlie then more crewell grew the fray
The Prince and his Companione bak to bak
Such valoure shew such wounders wrought that day
And with such courage did such hauok mak
As Eggles Haulks or rauening Wolfs that tear
The simple sheep or sillie fowles that fear.

77

Those warryours tuo stout hardy fearce and bold
Wold thus asswage their hunger quensh their thrist
With bodies dead in gorie blood inrold
Great was the valour of the stranger first
That sharpe reuenge and vengeance sharp ordaine
Ilk blow a wound catch wound death vo and paine.

78

Those Champions disseuered wer againe
Eache one with warrelyk troups besett a round
And stroue to tak them both but all in vaine
They beat them back and kill & fell to ground
Whose arme straitcht furthe to tak them first wold enter
He seis cutt of & darrs no further venter.

81

Penardo still those forces new assaild
Whom he with strenth and might still overthrew
And lykwayes still the stranger Knight preuaild
But Doreo the Prince his strenth weel knew
And theirfore to the stranger Knight he haisted
On him both ire and honor to haue faisted.

82

That galant stranger matchles for his woorthe
Met him amid the reid blood flowing plaine
And raige bloode warre & murther breathed furthe
Eatche other stronglie hits & hitts agane
At last the stranger's airme aloft he bore.
And Doreo's heid he brak he clift he tore.

83

Dreid horrour fear and terrour of the sight
Made all to feir to tremble & to quak
Conquest once smeld by that braue stranger Knight
The Squadrones ranks & bands he roodly brak
Wholl trops to earth he brings he beats he beirs
So winds brinks doune the corne & rypned eer's.

84

As chyldren mak in pastym sport and play
Ane spaill to waft to role to tosse to flie
About their heid quick speedie nimble lay
That of one thundring spaile it seemeth thrie
So seemd the straungers sword whoes deids thy thought
Strainge wonderfull incredible wer wrought

85

This ramping lyoune sought Penardo out
And fand him in the mids of all his foes
Whom strong & valiant hardie bold & stout
The heaps of murdred bodies did inclose
So irk't he was and wearie their with all
Tho still he faught yet reddie stil to fal,

86

Their Deaths sad court deaths palace their abode
Their tropheis wer erect'd vnto his name
Their lukwarme blood did smook and flow abroade
The stranger stood amaizd to sie the same
And softlie sayd O valours onlie stoir
Whence comes his wealth of conquest fame & gloir.

87

Now Phœbus from his glorious carre doune lyes
In Neptuns azure palace whill sad nyght
A rose maskd vp and cled in dreidfull gyis
With fearfull shad's of darknes and affright
The worthie stranger to Penardo haisted
And delt so many deaths till Death was waisted.

88

But lo the tumulte munting in the are
wold pers, ye clouds with plents and vofull sounds
Men wemen bairnes with furie raige dispair
Reuenge and vengeans call's till heaune resounds
Now wes their daunger greatter then before
Thousands by heaps almost to earth them bore.

89

Yet heaun's decried their savetie thus inteir
Blak night o're all the earthe spred furth her vaill
And suche a fearfull darknes did appeir
It seem'd their was no darknes left in hell
With hands they grap't they wander & they stray
So does the blind alone that los't the way,

90

And thus confus'd now heir now their they rine
Penardos freind thus to him said but dreid
Sheath now thy sword leaue heir thy sheild & win
Out throw this lawles multitude with speid
I'le gvde the to the forrest heir but stay
Why then I go quod he show yow the way

91

Thus throw the throng vnseene vnmark't vnknowne
They marche alone but feir but cair but dreid
Nor was their feirles flight to anie showen
But saiflie to the forrest come with speid
Wheir in a groue hard by a fontane syde
They rest whill light for saifer flight prouyde.
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