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A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld,
By straunge aduenture as it did betyde,
And there begotten of a Lady myld,
Faire Thyamis the daughter of Labryde,
That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tyde
To Therion, a loose vnruly swayne;

Who had more joy to raunge the forrest wyde,
And chase the saluage beast with busie payne,

But misseth bow, and shaftes, and buskins to Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in her knee.

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By vew of her he ginneth to reuiue
His ancient loue, and dearest Cyparisse,
And calles to mind his pourtraiture aliue,
How faire he was, and yet not faire to this,
And how he slew with glauncing dart amisse
A gentle Hynd, the which the louely boy
Did loue as life, aboue all worldly blisse;
For griefe whereof the lad n'ould after ioy,
But pynd away in anguish and selfe-wild annoy.

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The wooddy Nymphes, faire Hamadryades
Her to behold do thither runne apace,
And all the troupe of light-foot Naiades,
Flocke all about to see her louely face:
But when they vewed haue her heauenly grace,
They enuie her in their malitious mind,
And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace:
But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind,
And henceforth nothing faire, but her on earth
they find.

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Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid,
Did her content to please their feeble eyes,
And long time with that saluage people staid,
To gather breath in many miseries.
During which time her gentle wit she plyes,
To teach them truth, which worshipt her in
vaine,

And made her th'Image of Idolatryes ;

But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine From her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn.

pleasures vayne.

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Ah dearest Lord (quoth she) how might that bee, And he the stoutest knight, that euer wonne ? Ah dearest dame (quoth he) how might I see The thing, that might not be, and yet was donne ?

Where is (said Satyrane) that Paynims sonne, That him of life, and vs of ioy hath reft? Not far away (quoth he) he hence doth wonne Foreby a fountaine, where I late him left Washing his bloudy wounds, that through the steele were cleft. SPENSER

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Therewith the knight thence marched forth in hast,

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Whiles Vna with huge heauinesse opprest,
Could not for sorrow follow him so fast;
And soone he came, as he the place had ghest,
Whereas that Pagan proud him selfe did rest,
In secret shadow by a fountaine side :
Euen he it was, that earst would haue supprest
Faire Vna: whom when Satyrane espide,
With fowle reprcchfull words he boldly him
defide.
And said, Arise thou cursed Miscreaunt, [train
That hast with knightlesse guile and trecherous
Faire knighthood fowly shamed,and doest vaunt
That good knight of the Redcrosse to haueslain:
Arise, and with like treason now maintain
Thy guilty wrong, or else thee guilty yield.
The Sarazin this hearing, rose amain,
And catching vp in hast his three square shield,
And shining helmet, soone him buckled to the
field.
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And drawing nigh him said, Ah misborne Elfe,
In euill houre thy foes thee hither sent,
Anothers wrongs to wreake vpon thy selfe:
Yet ill thou blamest me, for hauing blent
My name with guile and traiterous intent;
That Redcrosse knight, perdie, I neuer slew,
But had he beene, where earst his armes were
lent,

Th'enchaunter vaine his errour should not rew: But thou his errour shalt, I hope now prouen

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He feedes vpon the cooling shade, and bayes His sweatie forehead in the breathing wind, Which through the trembling leaues full gently playes

Wherein the cherefull birds of sundry kind Do chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mind : The Witch approching gan him fairely greet, And with reproch of carelesnesse vnkind Vpbrayd, for leauing her in place vnmeet, With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with hony sweet.

Vnkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat, And bathe in pleasaunce of the ioyous shade, Which shielded them against the boyling heat, And with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade,

About the fountaine like a girlond made; Whose bubbling waue did euer freshly well, Ne euer would through feruent sommer fade :: The sacred Nymph,which therein wont to dwell, Was out of Dianes fauour, as it then befell.

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