They reared him on horse-backe and upstayd, Till on his way they had him forth convayd: And all the way, with wondrous griefe of mynd And shame, he shewd himselfe to be dismayd More for the Love which he had left behynd, Then that which he had to Sir Paridel resynd. as Nathlesse he forth did march, well as he might, Perceiv'd to be such as they seemd in vew, 89 For th' one of them he perfectly descride Both for his worth, that all men did adore, XXXIX. 3. 1 Wo, sad. - The God of Love.] See Book III. Canto XI. 7. The family of Scudamore derived this surname from their bearing the Shield of Divine Love (scudo d'amore) for their arms. Forthy he thus to Paridel bespake: "Faire Sir, of friendship let me now you pray, That as I late adventured for your sake, The hurts whereof me now from battell stay, Ye will me now with like good turne repay, And justifie my cause on yonder knight." "Ah! Sir," said Paridel, “do not dismay Yourselfe for this; myselfe will for you fight, As ye have done for me: the left hand rubs the right." With that he put his spurres unto his steed, The other downe under their horses feete, That what of them became themselves did scarsly weete. 2 As when two billowes in the Irish sowndes, Do meete together, each abacke rebowndes 1 Preventing, coming before, surpassing. XI. 9. "Una mano lava l'altra." Eine Hand wäscht die Andere." "One good turn deserves another." C But Scudamour himselfe did soone uprayse, And, mounting light, his foe for lying long upbrayes' 43 Who, rolled on an heape, lay still in swound, 44 Which whenas Blandamour beheld, he sayd: 15 He little answer'd, but in manly heart His mightie indignation did forbeare; 1 Upbrayes, upbraids. 2 Rayle, railing. Dismayd, overpowered. 6 Behight, bespoken, reputed False faitour, false-doer, traitor. 7 I. e. it is well for you. • Slight, sleight. An hideous storme, is by the northerne blast With darknes dred, and threatens all the world to wast. 16 "Ah! gentle Knight," then false Duessa sayd, 47 So false Duessa: but vile Atè thus: "Both foolish knights, I can but laugh at both, Sweare she is yours, and stirre up bloudie frayes, To win a willow bough, whilest other weares the bayes. 18 "Vile hag," said Scudamour, "why dost thou lye, And falsly seekst a vertuous wight to shame?" "Fond knight," sayd she, "the thing that with this eye 1 Lovely, amorous. I saw, why should I doubt to tell the same?" "Then tell," quoth Blandamour, "and feare no blame; Tell what thou saw'st, maulgre whoso it heares.” "I saw," quoth she, "a stranger knight, whose name I wote not well, but in his shield he beares (That well I wote) the heads of many broken speares; 49 "I saw him have your Amoret at will; I saw him kisse; I saw him her embrace; I saw him sleepe with her all night his fill; All manie nights; and manie by in place That present were to testifie the case." Which when as Scudamour did heare, his heart Was thrild with inward griefe; as when in chace The Parthian strikes a stag with shivering dart, The beast astonisht stands in middest of his smart: 50 So stood Sir Scudamour when this he heard, But Blandamour, whenas he did espie His chaunge of cheere that anguish did bewray, He woxe full blithe, as he had got 2 thereby, And gan thereat to triumph without victorie. 51 "Lo! recreant," sayd he, "the fruitlesse end Of thy vaine boast, and spoile of love misgotten, 1 Assay, experience, knowledge. 2 Got, gained. |