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Gyant, quoth Guy, y'are quarrelsome I see,
Choller and you seem very neere of kin : Most dangerous at the clubb belike you bee;
I have bin better armd, though nowe goe thin ; But shew thy utmost hate, enlarge thy spight, Keene is my weapon, and shall doe me right.
Soe draws his sword, salutes him with the same
About the head, the shoulders, and the side :
Standinge with huge Colossus' spacious stride,
But on the ground he spent his strokes in vaine,
For Guy was nimble to avoyde them still, And ever ere he heav'd his clubb againe,
Did brush his plated coat against his will: Att such advantage Guy wold never fayle, To bang him soundlye in his coate of mayle.
Att last through thirst the gyant feeble grewe,
And sayd to Guy, As thou'rt of humane race, Shew itt in this, give natures wants their dewe,
Let me but goe, and drinke in yonder place: Thou canst not yeeld to “me' a smaller thing, Than to graunt life, thats given by the spring.
I graunt I graunt thee leave, quoth Guye, goe drink thy last, 55
Go pledge the dragon, and the salvage bore*: Succeed the tragedyes that they have past,
But never thinke to taste cold water more : Drinke deepe to Death and unto him carouse : Bid him receive thee in his earthen house.
Soe to the spring he goes, and slakes his thirst;
Takeing the water in extremely like
Whose forced hulke against the stones does stryke; Scooping it in soe fast with both his hands,
65 That Guy admiring to behold it stands,
Come on, quoth Guy, let us to worke againe,
Thou stayest about thy liquor overlong; The fish, which in the river doe remaine,
Will want thereby; thy drinking doth them wrong: But I will see their satisfaction made,
71 With gyants blood they must, and shall be payd.
Villaine, quoth Amarant, lle crush thee streight;
Thy life shall pay thy daring toungs offence : This clubb, which is about some hundred weight, 75
Is deathes commission to dispatch thee hence : Dresse thee for ravens dyett I must needes ; And breake thy bones, as they were made of reedes.
* Which Guy had slain before. Ver. 64. bulke, MS. and PCC.
Incensed Incensed much by these bold pagan bostes,
Which worthye Guy cold ill endure to heare, He hewes upon those bigg supporting postes,
Which like two pillars did his body beare: Amarant for those wounds in choller growes And desperatelye att Guy his clubb he throwes :
Which did directly on his body light,
85 Soe violent, and weighty there-withall, That downe to ground on sudden came the knight;
And, ere he cold recover from the fall, The gyant gott his clubb againe in fist, And aimd a stroke that wonderfullye mist.
Traytor, quoth Guy, thy falshood Ile repay,
This coward act to intercept my bloode. Sayes Amarant, lle murther any way,
With enemyes all vantages are good : O could I poyson in thy nostrills blowe, Besure of it I wold dispatch thee soe.
Its well, said Guy, thy honest thoughts appeare,
Within that beastlye bulke where devills dwell; Which are thy tenants while thou livest heare,
But will be landlords when thou comest in hell: 100 Vile miscreant, prepare thee for their den, Inhumane monster, hatefull unto men.
But breathe thy selfe a time, while I goe
drinke, For flameing Phoebus with his fyerye eye
Torments me soè with burning heat, I thinke
My thirst wold serve to drinke an ocean drye:
Noe, sillye wretch, my father taught more witt,
How I shold use such enemyes as thou ; 110 By all my gods I doe rejoice at itt,
To understand that thirst constraines thee now;
my foe! why, 'twere a madmans part:
Noe, fellow, I have known the world too long
And with these words heaving aloft his clubb
Into the ayre, he swings the same about :
And, like the Cyclops, in his pride doth strout:
you are come unto your latest shift.
Perish forever: with this stroke I send thee
A medicine, that will doe thy thirst much good ; Take noe more care for drinke before I end thee, And then wee'll have carouses of thy blood : 130
Here's at thee with a butcher's downright blow,
Infernall, false, obdurate feend, said Guy,
That seemst a lumpe of crueltye from hell;
The thing to mee wherin I used thee well:
Thy gyants longitude shall shorter shrinke,
Except thy sun-scorcht skin be weapon proof: 140
Streames keepe your waters to your owne behoof;
Here, tyrant, take a taste of my good-will, 145
For thus I doe begin my bloodye bout : You cannot chuse but like the greeting ill; It is not that same clubb will beare
you And take this payment on thy shaggye crowne A blowe that brought him with a vengeance downe. 150
Then Guy sett foot upon the monsters brest,
And from his shoulders did his head divide; Which with a yawninge mouth did gape, unblest ;
Noe dragons jawes were ever seene soe wide To open and to shut, till life was spent.
155 Then Guy tooke keyes, and to the castle went.