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There lay she covered with confused preasse
Tho, whenas he was dead, the fray gan ceasse;
To stay their cruell hands from slaughter fell,
And, lighting candles new, gan search anone,
How many of their friends were slaine, how many fone.1
Their Captaine there they cruelly found kild, And in his armes the dreary dying Mayd, Like a sweet angell twixt two clouds uphild 5; Her lovely light was dimmed and decayd With cloud of death upon her eyes displayd; Yet did the cloud make even that dimmed light Seeme much more lovely in that darknesse layd, And twixt the twinckling of her eye-lids bright To sparke out litle beames, like starres in foggie night.
But, when they mov'd the carcases aside,
Who, sighing sore, as if her hart in twaine
Had riven bene and all her hart-strings brast,6 With drearie drouping eyne lookt up like one aghast.
There she beheld, that sore her griev'd to see,
Of those, that having saved her from dying
But when they saw her now reliv'd againe,
Who when he backe returned from the wood,
He chauft, he griev'd, he fretted, and he sigh't,
1 Albe, although.
2 Reliv'd, brought to life.
3 Wood, frantic.
XXIV. 9.- Where we him found.] See the thirty-ninth stanza of the preceding canto.
And fared1 like a furious wyld beare,
Whose whelpes are stolne away, she being otherwhere.
Ne wight he found to whom he might complaine,
At last, as there he romed up and downe,
He mote perceive, by signes which he did fynd,
Tho, to him running fast, he did not stay
2 Weedes, dress.
1 Fared, acted.
3 Silly, simple. Tho, then.
But askt againe, What ment that rufull hew;
Where was his Pastorell? Where all the other crew?
"Ah! well away," sayd he, then sighing sore,
"That ever I did live this day to see,
This dismall day, and was not dead before,
"Die! out alas!" then Calidore did cry,
Hath wrought this wicked deed: doe feare away, and tell."
Tho, when the Shepheard breathed had awhyle, He thus began; "Where shall I then commence This wofull tale? or how those Brigants vyle With cruell rage and dreadfull violence Spoyld all our cots, and caried us from hence; Or how faire Pastorell should have bene sold To Marchants, but was sav'd with strong defence; Or how those Theeves, whilest one sought her to hold, Fell all at ods, and fought through fury fierce and bold.
"In that same conflict (woe is me!) befell This fatall chaunce, this dolefull accident,
Whose heavy tydings now I have to tell.
First all the captives, which they here had hent,3
Old Melibee and his good wife withall
These eyes saw die, and dearely did lament:
1 Read, explain.
3 Hent, taken.
But, when the lot to Pastorell did fall,
Their Captaine long withstood, and did her death forstall.1
"But what could he gainst all them doe alone?
Of cryes and clamors, which amongst them past,
That better were with them to have bene dead
Despoyled of those ioyes and iollyhead,3
Which with those gentle shepheards here I wont to lead."
When Calidore these ruefull newes had raught,4
And death itselfe unto himselfe did threat;
But after griefe awhile had had its course,
How he might save her life, if life did last ;
Or, if that dead, how he her death might wreake;
Iollyhead, state of jollity or happiness. Raught, reached. • Distraught, distracted.
› Doole, grief.