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“ Whiles thus thy Britons doe in languour pine, “ Then woe, and woe, and everlasting woe, Proud Etheldred shall from the north arise, Be to the Briton babe that shal be borne Serving th' ambitious will of Augustine,

To live in thraldome of his fathers fve! And, passing Dee, with hardy enterprise

Late king, now captive; late lord, now forlorne; Shall backe repulse the valiaunt Brockwell twise, The worlds reproch; the cruell victors scorne; And Bangor with massacred martyrs fill;

Banisht from princely bowre to wasteful wood! But the third time shall rew his fool-hardise : 0! who shall helpe me to lament and mourne For Cadwan, pittying his peoples ill,

The royall seed, the antique. Trojan blood, Shall stontly him defeat, and thousand Saxons kill. Whose empire lenger here then ever any stood !" “ But, after him, Cadwallin mightily

The damzell was full deepe empassioned On his sonne Edwin all those wrongs shall wreake; Both for his griefe, and for her peoples sake, Ne shall availe the wicked sorcery

Whose futnre woes so plaine he fashioned; Of false Pellite his purposes to breake,

And, sighing sore, at length him thus bespake; But him shall slay, and on a gallowes bleak “ Ah! but will Hevens fury never slake, Shall give th' enchaunter his unhappy hire: Nor vengeaunce huge relent itselfe at last? Then shall the Britons, late dismayd and weake, Will not long misery late mercy make, From their long vassallage gin to respire,

But shall their name for erer be defaste, (raste?" And on their Paynim foes avenge their wranckled ire. And quite from off the Earth their memory be « Ne shall be yet his wrath so mitigate,

Nay but the terme,” sayd he, “ is limited, Till both the sonnes of Edwin he have slayne, That in this thraldome Britons shall abide; Ofiricke and Osricke, twinnes unfortunate,

And the just revolution measured
Both slaine in battaile upon Layburne playne, That they as straungers shal be notifide:
Together with the king of Louthiane,

For twise fowre hundreth yeares shal be supplide, Hight Adin, and the king of Orkeny,

Ere they to former rule restor'd shal bee, Both joynt partakers of their fatall payne: And their importune fates all satisfide: But Penda, fearefull of like desteney,

Yet, during this their most obscuritee, Shall yield himselfe his liegeman, and sweare fëalty: Their beames shall ofte breake forth, that men them

faire may see. “ Him shall he make his fatall instrument To afflict the other Saxons unsubdewd:

“For Rhodoricke, whose surname shal be Great, He marching forth with fury insolent

Shall of himselfe a brave ensample shew, Against the good king Oswald, who indewd

That Saxon kings his friendship shall intreat ; With heavenly powre, and by angels reskewd,

And Howell Dha shall goodly well indew All holding crosses in their handes on hye,

The salvage minds with skill of iust and trew: Shall him defeate withouten blood imbrewd:

Then Griffyth Conan also shall upreare Of which that field for endlesse memory

His dreaded head, and the old sparkes renew Shall Hevenfield be cald to all posterity.

Of native corage, that his foes shall feare [beare.

Least back againe the kingdom he from them should “ Whereat Cadwallin wroth shall forth issew,

“ Ne shall the Saxons selves all peaceably And an huge hoste into Northumber lead,

Enioy the crowne, which they from Britons wonne With which he godly Oswald shall subdew,

First ill, and after ruled wickedly : And crowne with martiredome his sacred head :

Por, ere two hundred yeares be full outronne, Whose brother Oswin, daunted with like dread,

There shall a raven, far from rising Sunne, With price of silver shall his kingdome buy;

With his wide wings upon them fiercely fly, And Penda, seeking bim adowne to tread,

And bid his faithlesse chickens overronne Shall tread adowne, and doe him fowly dye;

The fruitfull plaines, and with fell cruelty But shall with gifts his lord Cadwallin pacify.

In their avenge tread downe the victors surquedry. " Then shall Cadwallin die; and then the raine Yet shall a third both these and thine subdew: Of Britons eke with him attonce shall dye;

There shall a lion from the sea-bord wood
Ne shall the good Cadwallader, with paine Of Neustria come roring, with a crew
Or powre, be hable it to remedy,

Of hungry whelpes, his battailous bold brood, When the full time, prefixt by destiny,

Whose clawes were newly dipt in cruddy blood, Shall be expird of Britons regiment:

That from the Daniske tyrants head shall rend For Heven itselfe shall their successe envy, Th' usurped crowne, as if that he were wood, And them with plagues and murrins pestilent Ànd the spoile of the countrey conquered Consume, till all their warlike puissaunce be spent. Emongst his young ones shall divide with bountybed. " Yet after all these sorrowes, and huge hills “ Tho, when the terme is full accomplishid, Of dying people, during eight yeares space, There shall a sparke of fire, which hath long while Cadwallader, not yielding to his ills,

Bene in his ashes raked up and hid, From Armoricke, where long in wretched cace Be freshly kindled in the fruitfull ile He liv'd, retourning to his native place,

Of Mona, where it lurked in exile; Shal be by vision staide from his intent:

Which shall breake forth into bright burning flame, For th' Heavens have decreëd to displace

And reach into the house that beares the stile The Britons for their sinnes dew punishment, Of royall maiesty and soveraine name: [clame. And to the Saxons over-give their government. So shall the Briton blood their crowne againe re

# Thenceforth eternall union shall be made “ Ah! read,"quoth Britomart, “ how is she hight?.' Bet reene the nations different afore,

“ Fayre Angela,” quoth she, “men do her call, And sacred Peace shall lovingly persuade

No whit lesse fayre then terrible in fight:
The warlike minds to learne her goodly lore, She hath the leading of a martiall
And civile armes to exercise no more:

And mightie people, dreaded more then all
Then shall the royall virgin raine, which shall The other Saxons, which doe, for her sake
Stretch her white rod over the Belgicke shore, And love, themselves of her name Angles call.
And the great castle smite so sore withall, (fall. Therefore, faire infant, her ensample make
That it shall make him shake, and shortly learn to Unto thyselfe, and equall corage to thee take.”
" But yet the end is not”—There Merlin stayd, Her harty wordes so deepe into the mynd
As overcomen of the spirites powre,

Of the young damzell sunke, that great desire Or other ghastly spectacle dismayd,

Of warlike armes in her forthwith they tynd, That secretly he saw, yet note discoure:

And generous stout courage did inspyre, Which suddein fitt and halfe extatick stoure That she resolv'd, unweeting to her syre, When the two fearefull wemen saw, they grew Advent'rous knighthood on herselfe to don ; Greatly confused in behaveoure :

And counseld with her nourse her maides attyre
At last, the fury past, to former hew [shew. To turne into a massy habergeon;
Hee turnd againe, and chearfull looks as earst did And bad her all things put in readiness anon.
Then, when themselves they well instructed had Th' old woman nought that needed did omit;
Of all that needed them to be inquird,

But all thinges did conveniently purvay.
They both, conceiving hope of comfort glad, It fortuned (so time their turne did fitt)
With lighter hearts unto their home retird; A band of Britons, ryding on forray
Where they in secret counsell close conspird, Few dayes before, had gotten a great pray
How to cffect so hard an enterprize,

Of Saxon goods; emongst the which was seene And to possesse the purpose they desird :

A gooilly armour, and full rich aray, Now tbis, now that, twixt them they did devize, Woich long'd to Angela, the Saxon queene, And diverse plots did frame to maske in strange dis- ll fitted round with gold and goodly wel beseene. guise.

he same, with all the other ornaments, At last the ponrse in her fool-hardy wit

King Ryence caused to be hanged hy Conceir'd a bold devise, and thus besicaise; In his chiefe church, for endlesse moniments “ Daughter, I deeine that counsei are most fii, Of his successe and gladfull victory : That of the time doth dew advantage take: Of which herselfe avising readily, Ye see that good king Uther :ow doth make In th' evening late old Glauce thether led Strong warte upon the Payeim brethren, hight Faire Britomart, and, that same armory Octa and Oza, wbome hee lately brake

Downe taking, her therein appareled [nished, Beside Cayr Verolame in victorious fight,

Well as she might, and with brave bauldrick garThat now all Britany doth burne in armës bright.

Beside those armes there stood a mightie speare, " That therefore noughtour passage may empeach, Which Bladud made by magick art of yore, Let us in feigned armes ourselves disguize, (teach And usd the same in batteill aye to beare; And our weake hands (need makes good schollers) Sith which it had beene here preserv'd in store, The dreadful speare and shield to exercize : For his great virtues proved long afore: Ne certes, daughter, that same warlike wize, For never wight so fast in sell could sit, I weene, would you misseeme; for ye beene tall But him perforce unto the ground it bore: And large of limbe t’atchieve an hard emprize; Both speare she tooke and shield which hong by it; Ne onght ye want but skil, which practize small Both speare and shield of great powre, for her purWill bring, and shortly make you a mayd martiall. " And, sooth, it ought your corage much inflame Thus when she had the virgis all arayd, To beare so often, in tặat royall hous,

Another harnesse which did hang thereby From whence to none inferior ye came,

About herselfe she dight, that the yong mayd Bards tell of many wemen valorous,

She might in equall armes accompany, Which have full many feats adventurous

And as her squyre attend her carefully: Performd, in paragone of proudest men;

Tho to their ready steedes they clombe full light; The bold Bunduca, whose victorious

And through back waies, that none might them espy, Exployts made Rome to quake; stout Guendolen; Covered with secret cloud of silent night, [right. Renowned Martia; and redoubted Emmilen; Themselves they forth convaid, and passed forward " And, that which more then all the rest may sway, Ne rested they, till that to Faery lond Late dayes ensample, which these eies beheld : They came; as Merlin them directed late: In the last field before Menevia,

Whicre, meeting with this Redcrosse knight, she fond Which Uther with those forrein Pagans held, Uerse thinges discourses to dilate, I saw a Saxon virgin, the which feld

But most of Arthegall arxi his estate. Great Ulfin tbrise upon the bloody playne; At last their wayes s fell, that they mote part: And, had not Carados her hand withheld

Then each to other, wil affectionate, Promo rasb revenge, she had him surely slayne; Friendship professed, with unfained bart: [mart. Yet Carados himselfe from her escapt with payne." The Redcrosse knight diverst; but forth rode Brito

pose fit.

There she alighted from her light-foot beast,
And, sitting down upon the rocky shore,

Badd her old squyre unlace her lofty creast :
CANTO IV.

Tho, having vewd awhile the surges hore

That gainst the craggy c!ifts did loudly rore,
Bold Marinell of Britomart

And in their raging surquedry disdaynd
Is throwne on the Rich Strond:

That the fast earth affronted them so sore,
Faire Floriinell of Arthur is

And their devouring covetize restrayud;
Long followed, but not fond.

Thereat she sighed deepe, and afterthus complaynd: Where is the antique glory now become,

“ Huge sea of sorrow and tempestuous griefe, That whylome wont in wemen to appeare ? Wherein my feeble barke is tossed long Where be the brave atchievements doen by some? Far from the hoped haven of reliefe, Where be the batteilles, where the shield and speare, Why doe thy cruel biliowes beat so strong, And all the conquests which them high dd reare, And thy moyst mountaines each on others throng, That matter made for famous poets verse,

Threatning to swallow up my fearefull lyfe? And boastfull men so oft abasht to heare?

O, doe thy cruell wrath and spightfull wrong Beene they all dead, and laide in dolefull herse? At length allay, and stint thy stormy strife, (ryfe! Or doen they only sleepe, and shall againe reverse ? Which in these troubled bowels raignes and rageth If they be dead, then woe is me therefore;

“ For els my feeble vessell, crazd and crackt But if they sleepe, O let them soone awake!

Through thy strong buffets and outrageous blowes, For all too long I burne with envy sore

Cannot endure, but needes it must be wrackt To beare the warlike feates which Homere spake On the rough rocks, or on the sandy shallówes, Of bold Penthesilee, which made a lake

The whiles that Love it steres, and Fortune rowes: Of Greekish blood so ofte in Trojan plaine ; Love, my lewd pilott, hath a restlesse minde; But when I reade, how stout Debora strake And Fortune, boteswaine, po assuraunce knowes ; Proud Sisera, and how Camill' hath slaine But saile withouten starres gainst tyde and winde: The huge Orsilochus, I swell with great disdaine. How can they other doe, sith both are bold and

blinde! Yet these, and all that els had puissaunce, Cannot with noble Britomart compare,

“ Thou god of windes, that raignest in the seas, Aswell for glorie of great valjaunce,

That raignest also in the continent,
As for pure chastitee and vertue rare,

At last blow up some gentle gale of ease,
That all her goodly deedes doe well declare. The which may bring my ship, ere it be rent,
Well worthie stock, from which the branches sprong Unto the gladsome port of her intent!
That in late yeares so faire a blossome bare, Then, when I shall myselfe in safety see,
As thee, O queene, the matter of my song, A table, for eternall moniment
Whose lignage from this lady I derive along' Of thy great grace and my great ieopardee,

Great Neptune, I avow to hallow unto thee !"
Who when, through speaches with the Redcrosse
She learned had th' estate of Arthegall, · [knight, Then sighing softly sore, and inly deepe,
And in each point herselfe informd aright,

She shut up all her plaint in privy griefe;
A friendly league of love perpetuall

(For her great courage would not let her weepe;) She with him bound, and congè tooke withall. Till that old Glaucè gan with sharpe repriefe Then he forth on his journey did proceede, Her to restraine, and give her good reliefe To seeke adventures which mote him befall, Through hope of those, which Merlin had her told And win him worship through his warlike deed, Should of her name and nation be chiefe, Which alwaies of his paines he made the chiefest And fetch their being from the sacred mould meed.

Of her immortall womb, to be in Heven enrold. But Britomart kept on her former course,

Thus as she her recomforted, she spyde
Ne ever dofte her armes; but all the way

Where far away one, all in armour bright,
Grew pensive through that amorous discourse, With hasty gallop towards her did ryde:
By which the Redcrosse knight did earst display Her dolour soone she ceast, and on her dight
Her lovers shape and chevalrous aray:

Her helmet, to her courser mounting light:
A thousand thoughts she fashiond in her mind; Her former sorrow into sudden wrath
And in her feigning fancie did pourtray

(Both coosen passions of distroubled spright) Him, such as fittest sbe for love could find, Converting, forth she beates the dusty path: Wise, warlike, personable, courteous, and kind. Love and despight attonce her corage kindled bath.

With such selfe-pleasing thoughts her wound she As, when a foggy mist hath overcast
And thought so to beguile her grievous smart; (fedd, The face of Heven and the cleare ayre engroste,
But so her smart was much more grievous bredd, The world in darknes dwels; till that at last
And the deepe wound more deep engord her hart, The watry southwinde from the seabord coste
That nought but death her dolour mote depart. Upblowing doth disperse the vapour lo'ste,
So forth she rode, without repose or rest,

And poures itselfe forth in a stormy showre;
Searching all lands and each remotest part, So the fayre Britomart, having discloste
Following the guydance of her blinded guest, Her clowdy care into a wrathfull stowre,
Til that to the sea coast at length she her addrest. The mist of griefe dissolv'd did into vengeance powre.

crown.

Eftsoones, her goodly shield addressing fayre, An hundred knights of honorable name
That mortal speare she in her hand did take, He had subdew'd, and them his vassals made:
And unto battaill did herselfe prepayre.

Toat through all Facie lond bis noble fame
The knight, approching, stemely her bespake; Now blazed was, and feare did all invade,
" Sir Knight, that doest thy voyage rashly make That none durst passen through that perilous glade:
By this forbidden way in my despight,

And, to advaunce his name and glory more, Ne doest by others death ensample take;

Her sea-god syre she dearely did perswade I read thee soone retvre, whiles thou hast might, T' endow her sonne with threasure and rich store Least afterwards it be too late to take thy fight.” Bove all the sonnes that were of earthly wombes

ybore. Ythrild with despe disdaine of bis proud threat, She shortly thus; “ Fly they, that need to fly ;

The god did graunt his danghters deare demaund, Wordes fearen babes: I meane not thee entreat

To doen his nephew in all riches Pow: To passe; but maigre thee will passe or dy :"

Eftsoones his heaped waves he did commaond Ne lenger stayd for th other to reply,

Out of their hollow bosome forth to throw But with sharpespeare the rest made dearly knowne. All the huge threasure, which the sea below Strongly the straunge knight ran, and sturdily

Had in his greedy gulfe devoured deepe, Strooke her full on the brest, that made her downe And him enriched through the overthrow Decline her head, and touch her crouper with her and wreckes of many wretches, which did weepe

And often wayle their wealth which he from them

did keepe. But she againe him in the shield did smite With so fierce furie and great puissaunce,

Shortly upon that shore there heaped was That, through his three-square scuchin percing quite The spoyle of all the world ; that it did pas

Exceeding riches and all pretious things, And through his mayled hauberque, by mischaunce The wealth of th’ East, and pompe of Persian kings: The wicked steele through his left side did glaunce: Gold, amber, yvorie, perles, owches, rings, Him so transfixed she before her bore

And all that els was pretious and deare,
Berond his croupe, the length of all her launce;

The sea unto him voluntary brings;
Till, sadly soucing on the sandy shore,
He tombled on an heape, and wallowd in his gore.

That shortly he a great lord did appeare,

As was in all the lond of Faery, or elsewheare. Like as the sacred oxe that carelesse stands Thereto he was a doughty dreaded knight, With guiden hornes and dowry girlonds crownd, Tryde often to the scath of many deare, Proud of his dying honor and deare bandes, That pone in equall armes him matchen might: Whiles th'altars fume with frankincense arownd, The which his mother seeing gan to feare All suddenly with mortall stroke astownd

Least his too haughtie hardines might reare Doth groveling fall, and with his streaming gore Some hard mishap iu bazard of his life: Distaines the pillours and the holy grownd, Forthy she oft him counseld to forbeare And the faire fowres that decked him afore: The bloody batteill, and to stirre up strife, So fell proud Marinell upon the Pretious Shore. But after all his warre to rest his wearie knife: The martiall mayd stayd not him to lament, And, for his more assuraunce, she inquird Bat forward rode, and kept her ready way One day of Proteus by his mighty spell Along the strond; which, as she over-went, (For Proteus was with prophecy inspir’d) She sa z bestrowed all with rich aray

Her deare sonnes destiny to her to tell, Of pearles and pretious stones of great assay, And the sad end of her sweet Marinell: And all the gravell mixt with golden owre:

Who, through foresight of his eternall skill,
Whereat sbe wondred much, but would not stay Bad her from womankind to keepe him well;
For gold, or perles, or pretious stones, an bowre, For of a woman he should bave much ill; [kill.
Bat them despised all; for all was in her powre. A virgin straunge and stout him should dismay or
Whiles thus he lay in deadly stonishment, Forthy she gave him warning every day
Tydings hereof came to his mothers eare;

The love of women not to entertaine;
His mother was the blacke-browd Cymoënt, A lesson too, too hard for living clay,
The daughter of great Nereus, which did beare From love in course of nature to refraine!
This warlike sonne unto an earthly peare,

Yet he his mothers lore did well retaine,
The famous Dumarin; who on a day

And ever from fayre ladies love did fly;
Finding the nymph asleepe in secret wheare, Yet many ladies fayre did oft complaine,
As be by chaunce did wander that same way, That they for love of him would algates dy:
Was taken with her love, and by her closely lay. Dy, whoso list for him, he was Loves enimy.
There he this knight of her begot, whom borte But ah! who can deceive his destiny,
She, of his father, Marinell did name;

Or weene by warning to avoyd his fate?
And in a rocky cave as wight forlorne

That, when he sleepes in most security
Lag time she fostred op, till he became

And safest seemes, him soonest doth amate,
A mighty man at armes, and mickle fame And findeth dew effect or scone or late;
Did get through great adventures by him donne: So feeble is the powre of fleshly arme!"
For never man he snffred by that same

His mother bad him wemers love to bate,
Eich strond to travell, whereas he did wonne, (sonne. For she of womans force did feare no harme;
But that he must do battail with the sea-nymphes So weening to have arm'dhim, she did quite disarme.
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This was that woman, this that deadly wownd, His mother swowned thrise, and the third time
That Proteus prophecide should him dismay; Could scarce recovered be out of her paine;
The which his mother vainely did expownd Had she not beene devoide of mortall slime,
To be hart-wownding love, which should assay She should not then have bene relyy'd againe :
To bring her sonne unto his last decay.

But, soone as life recovered had the rạine,
So tickle be the termes of mortall state

Shee made so piteous mone and deare wayment, And full of subtile sophismes, which doe play That the hard rocks could scarce from tears refraine: With double sences, and with false debate,

And all her sister nymphes with one consent T'approve the unknowen purpose of eternall fate. Supplide her sobbing breaches with sad complement. Too trew the famous Marinell it fownd;

Deare image of myselfe," she sayd, " that is Who, through late triall, on that wealthy strond The wretched sonne of wretched mother borne, Inglorious now lies in sencelesse swownd,

Is this thine high advauncement? O! is this
Through heavy stroke of Britomartis hond. Th' immortall name, with which thee yet unborne
Which when his mother deare did understond, Thy grandsire Nereus promist to adorne?
And heavy tidings heard, whereas she playd Now Iyest thou of life and honor refte;
Amongst her watry sisters by a pond,

Now lyest thou a lumpe of earth forlorne;
Gathering sweete daffadillyes, to have made Ne of thy late life memory is lefte;
Gay girlonds from the Sun their forheads fayr to Ne can thy irrevocable desteny bee wefte!
shade;

“ Fond Proteus, father of false prophecis !
Eftesoones both flowres and girlonds far away And they more foud that credit to thee give!
She flong, and her faire deawy lockes yrent; Not this the worke of womans hand ywis, (drive.
To sorrow huge she turnd her former play, That so deepe wound through these deare members
And gamesom merth to grievous dreriment: I feared love; but they that love doe live;
Shee threw herselfe downe on the continent, But they that dye, doe nether love nor hate:
Ne word did speake, but lay as in a swowne, Nath'lesse to thee thy folly I forgive;
Whiles all her sisters did for her lament

And to myselfe, and to accursed fate,

(late! With yelling outcries, and with shrieking sowne; The guilt I doe ascribe: deare wisedom bought too And every one did teare her girlond from her crowne.

“O! what availes it of immortall seed Soone as she up out of her deadly fitt

To beenę ybredd and never borne to dye? Arose, she bad her charett to be brought;

Harrę better I it deeme to die with speed And all her sisters, that with her did sitt,

Then waste in woe and waylfull miserye: Bad eke attonce their charetts to be sought :

Who dyes, the utmost dolor doth abye; Tho, full of bitter griefe and pensive thought,

But who that lives, is lefte to waile bis losse : She to her wagon clombe; clombe all the rest,

So life is losse, and death felicity: And forth together went, with sorow fraught:

Sad life worse then glad death; and greater crosse The waves obedient to theyre beheast

To see friends grave, then dead the grave selfe to Them yielded ready passage, and their rage surceast.

engrosse. Great Neptune stoode amazed at their sight,

“ But if the Heavens did his days envie, Whiles on his broad rownd backe they softly slid,

And my short blis maligne ; yet mote they well And eke himselfe mournd at their mournful plight, That the dim eies of my deare Marinell

Thus much afford me, ere that he did die,
Yet wist not what their wailing ment, yet did,
For great compassion of their sorow, bid

I mote bave closed, and him bed farewell,
His mighty waters to them buxome bee:

Sith other offices for mother meet Eftesoones the roaring billowes still abid,

They would not grauntAnd all the griesly monsters of the see

Yett! maulgre them, farewell, my sweetest sweet! Stood gaping at their gate, and wondred them to see.

Farewell, my sweetest sonne, sith we no more shall

meet!" A teme of dolphins raunged in aray Drew the smooth charett of sad Cymoënt;

Thus when they all had sorowed their fill, They were all tought by Triton to obay

They softly gan to search bis griesly wownd: To the long raynes at her commaundëment:

And, that they might him handle more at will, As swifte as swallowes on the waves they went,

They him disarmd ; and, spredding on the grownd That their brode flaggy finnes no fome did reare,

Their watchet mantles frindgd with silver rownd, Ne bubling rowndell they behinde them sent;

They softly wipt away the gelly blood The rest, of other fishes drawen weare,

From th' orifice; which having well upbownd, Which with their finny oars the swelling sea did Good both for erthly med'cine and for hevenly food.

(sheare. They pourd in soveraine balme and nectar good, Soone as they bene arriv'd upon the brim Tho, when the lilly-handed Liagore Of the rich strond, their charets they forlore, (This Liagore whilome had learned skill And let their temed fishes softly swim

In leaches craft, by great Apolloes lore, Along the margent of the fomy shore,

Sith her whilome upon high Pindus hill Least they their finnes should bruze, and surbate He loved, and at last her wombe did fill Their tender feete upon the stony grownd: [sore With hevenly seed, whereof wise Pæon sprong) And comming to the place, where all in gore Did feele his pulse, shee knew there staied still And cruddy blood enwallowed they fownd

Some litle life his feeble sprites emong;

[filong. The lucklesse Marinell lying in deadly swownd. Which to bis mother told, despeyre sbe from her

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