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Her mate, he was a jollie youthfull knight
That bore great sway in armes and chivalrie,
And was indeed a man of mickle might;
His name was Blandamour, that did descrie
His fickle mind full of inconstancie :
And now himselfe he fitted had right well
With two companions of like qualitie,
Faithlesse Duessa, and false Paridell,

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That whether were more false full hard it is to tell.

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Now, when this gallant with his goodly crew
From farre espide the famous Britomart,
Like knight adventurous in outward vew,
With his faire paragon, his conquests part,
Approching nigh, eftsoones his wanton hart
Was tickled with delight, and jesting sayd
"Lo! there, Sir Paridel, for your desart
Good lucke presents you with yond lovely mayd,
For pitie that ye want a fellow for your ayd."

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By that the lovely paire drew nigh to hond:
Whom when as Paridel more plaine beheld,
Albee in heart he like affection fond,
Yet mindfull how he late by one was feld
That did those armes and that same scutchion weld,
He had small lust to buy his love so deare,
But answered; "Sir, him wise I never held,
That having once escaped perill neare,

Would afterwards afresh the sleeping evill reare.

"This knight too late his manhood and his might 35 I did assay, that me right dearely cost; Ne list I for revenge provoke new fight, Ne for light Ladies love that soone is lost." The hot-spurre youth so scorning to be crost, "Take then to you this Dame of mine," (quoth hee) "And I, without your perill or your cost,

Will chalenge yond same other for my fee."

So forth he fiercely prickt that one him scarce could see

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The warlike Britonesse her soone addrest,
And with such uncouth welcome did receave
Her fayned Paramour, her forced guest,
That being forst his saddle soone to leave,
Him selfe he did of his new love deceave;
And made him selfe thensample of his follie.
Which done, she passed forth, not taking leave,
And left him now as sad, as whilome jollie,
Well warned to beware with whom he dar'd to dallie.

Which when his other companie beheld,

They to his succour ran with readie ayd; And, finding him unable once to weld, They reared him on horsebacke and upstayd, Till on his way they had him forth convayd: And all the way, with wondrous griefe of mynd And shame, he shewd him selfe to be dismayd More for the love which he had left behynd, Then that which he had to Sir Paridel resynd.

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Nathlesse he forth did march, well as he might,
And made good semblance to his companie,
Dissembling his disease and evill plight;
Till that ere long they chaunced to espie
Two other knights, that towards them did ply
With speedie course, as bent to charge them new:
Whom when as Blandamour approching nie
Perceiv'd to be such as they seemd in vew,
He was full wo, and gan his former griefe renew.

For th' one of them he perfectly descride

To be Sir Scudamour, by that he bore
The God of love with wings displayed wide,
Whom mortally he hated evermore,

Both for his worth, that all men did adore,
And eke because his love he wonne by right:
Which when he thought, it grieved him full sore,
That through the bruses of his former fight,
He now unable was to wreake his old despight.

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For thy he thus to Paridel bespake:

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"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 Paridell) "do not dismay Your selfe for this; my selfe 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,

With speare in rest, and toward him did fare,
Like shaft out of a bow preventing speed:
But Scudamour was shortly well aware
Of his approch, and gan him selfe prepare

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Him to receive with entertainment meete. So furiously they met, that either bare The other downe under their horses feete, That what of them became themselves did scarsly weete.

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As when two billowes in the Irish sowndes,
Forcibly driven with contrarie tydes,
Do meete together, each abacke rebowndes,
With roaring rage; and dashing on all sides,
That filleth all the sea with fome, divydes
The doubtfull current into divers wayes,
So fell those two in spight of both their prydes;
But Scudamour himselfe did soone uprayse,
And, mounting light, his foe for lying long upbrayes:

Who, rolled on an heape, lay still in swound

All carelesse of his taunt and bitter rayle; Till that the rest him seeing lie on ground Ran hastily, to weete what did him ayle. Where finding that the breath gan him to fayle, With busie care they strove him to awake, And doft his helmet, and undid his mayle: So much they did, that at the last they brake His slomber, yet so mazed that he nothing spake.

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Which when as Blandamour beheld, he sayd;
"False faitour Scudamour, that hast by slight
And foule advantage this good Knight dismayd,
A Knight much better then thy selfe behight,
Well falles it thee that I am not in plight
This day to wreake the dammage by thee donne.
Such is thy wont, that still when any Knight
Is weakned, then thou doest him overronne:
So hast thou to thy selfe false honour often wonne."

He little answer'd, but in manly heart

His mightie indignation did forbeare;
Which was not yet so secret, but some part
Thereof did in his frouning face appeare:
Like as a gloomie cloud, the which doth beare
An hideous storme, is by the Northerne blast
Quite overblowne, yet doth not passe so cleare,
But that it all the skie doth overcast

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With darknes dred, and threatens all the world to wast.

"Ah gentle knight!" then false Duessa sayd,
"Why do ye strive for Ladies love so sore,
Whose chiefe desire is love and friendly aid
Mongst gentle Knights to nourish evermore?
Ne be ye wroth, Sir Scudamour, therefore
That she your love list love another knight,
Ne do your selfe dislike a whit the more;
For Love is free, and led with selfe delight.
Ne will enforced be with maisterdome or might."
So false Duessa; but vile Atè thus:

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"Both foolish knights! I can but laugh at both, That strive and storme with stirre outrageous For her, that each of you alike doth loth, And loves another, with whom now she goth In lovely wise, and sleepes, and sports, and playes; Whilest both you here with many a cursed oth Sweare she is yours, and stirre up bloudie frayes, To win a willow bough, whilest other weares the bayes.

"Vile hag!" (sayd Scudamour) "why dost thou lye, 48 And falsly seekst a vertuous wight to shame?" [eye "Fond knight," (sayd she) "the thing that with this I saw, why should I doubt to tell the same?" "Then tell," (quoth Blandamour) "and feare no blame;

Tell what thou saw'st, maulgre who so it heares." "Isaw" (quoth she) "a straunger knight, whose name I wote not well, but in his shield he beares (That well I wote) the heads of many broken speares; "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.
So stood Sir Scudamour when this he heard,

Ne word he had to speake for great dismay,
But lookt on Glauce grim; who woxe afeard
Of outrage for the words which she heard say,
Albee untrue she wist them by assay.
But Blandamour, whenas he did espie
His chaunge of cheere that anguish did bewray,
He woxe full blithe, as he had got thereby,
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gan thereat to triumph without victorie. "Lo! recreant," (sayd he) "the fruitlesse end Of thy vaine boast, and spoile of love misgotten, Whereby the name of knight-hood thou dost shend, And all true lovers with dishonor blotten: All things not rooted well will soone be rotten." “Fy, fy! false knight," (then false Duessa cryde) Unworthy life, that love with guile hast gotten; Be thou, where ever thou do go or ryde, Loathed of ladies all, and of all knights defyde!"

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