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When he him saw, for no demaunds he staide, But first him losde, and afterwards thus to him said;
"Unhappy Squire, what hard mishap thee brought
What cruell hand thy wretched thraldome wrought,
"Not farre from hence, uppon yond rocky hill,
That way, (and yet they needs must passe that way,
But they that Ladies lockes doe shave away,
And that Knights beard, for toll which they for passage
"A shamefull use as ever I did heare,"
Sayd Calidore," and to be overthrowne.
But by what meanes did they at first it reare,5
And for what cause? tell if thou have it knowne."
Sayd then that Squire; "The Lady, which doth owne
Then which a prouder Lady liveth none:
She long time hath deare lov'd a doughty Knight,
And sought to win his love by all the meanes she might.
"His name is Crudor; who, through high disdaine
And proud despight of his selfe-pleasing mynd,
Untill a mantle she for him doe fynd
With beards of Knights and locks of Ladies lynd:
Cald Maleffort, a man of mickle might,
Who executes her wicked will with worse despight.
"He, this same day as I that way did come
Thus whiles they spake they heard a ruefull shrieke
They saw that Carle from farre with hand unblest
That all her garments from her snowy brest,
And from her head her lockes he nigh did teare, Ne would he spare for pitty, nor refraine for feare.
Which haynous sight when Calidore beheld,
Whom overtaking, loude to him he cryde;
Leave, faytor, quickely that misgotten weft 6
To him that hath it better iustify de,
And turne thee soone to him of whom thou art defyde."
Who, hearkning to that voice, himselfe upreard,
Against him stoutly ran, as nought afeard,
But rather more enrag'd for those words sake;
And for this Mayd, whose party thou doest take,
Yet shall it not her lockes for raunsome fro me free.”
With that he fiercely at him flew, and layd
1 Eftsoones, immediately.
2 Dolour, grief.
4 Reft, taken. 5 Faytor, villain.
8 Unstayd, unsteady.
• Weft, waif, thing waived or abandoned. 7 Importune, cruel.
XVIII. 8.—That hath it better iustifyde.] That hath a better claim
And oft recuile to shunne his sharpe despight:
But Calidore, that was well skild in fight,
But when he felt him shrinke, and come to ward,2 He greater grew, and gan to drive at him more hard.
Like as a water-streame, whose swelling sourse
Breakes forth, and makes his way more violent;
When once he felt his foe-man to relent,
The heavy burden of whose dreadfull might
Whom Calidore perceiving fast to flie,
He him pursu'd and chaced through the plaine, That he for dread of death gan loude to crie Unto the Ward to open to him hastilie.
They, from the wall him seeing so aghast,
1 Recuile, retreat. 2 Ward, guard. • Decayd, yielded.
That even in the porch he him did win,'
With that the rest the which the Castle kept
"False traytor Knight," said she, "no Knight at all,
And if none do, yet shame shall thee with shame requight."
Much was the Knight abashed at that word;
Yet answer'd thus; "Not unto me the shame,
1 Win, overtake.
3 Bryzes, (Briosa, Sax.,) gadflies.
On the flore, on the spot.