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Only his shield and armour, which there lay,

Though nothing whole, but all too brúis’d and broken,
He up did take, and with him brought away,
That mote remain for an eternal token.
To all ’mongst whom this story should be spoken,
How worthily, by heavens high decree,
Justice that day of wrong her self had wroken ;

That all men which that spectacle did see,
By like ensample mote for ever warned be.

So on a tree before the tyrants dore,

He caused them be hung in all mens fight;
To be a monument for evermore.
Which when his Lady from the castles height
Beheld, it much appallid her troubled spright:
Yet not as women wont in doleful fit,
She was dismayd, or fainted through affright,

But gather'd unto her her troubled wit,
And’gan eftsoons devise to be aveng'd for it.

Straight down the ran like an enraged Cow,

That is berobbed of her youngling dear,
With knife in hand, and fatally did vow,
To wreak her on that maiden messengere,
Whom she had caus'd be kept as prisonere
By Artbegal, misween’d for her own Knight,
That brought her back: And coming present there,

She at her ran with all her force and might,
All faming with revenge and furious despight.

Like raging Ino, when with knife in hand

She threw her husband's murdred infant out;
Or fell Medea, when on Colchick ftrand
Her brothers bones fhe scattred all about ;
Or as chat madding mother, 'mongst the rout
:Of Bacchus Priests her own dear flesh did tear.
Yet neither Ino, nor Medea stout,

Nor all the Menades fo furious were,
As this bold woman, when the faw that Damzel there.

But Arthegal being thereof aware,

Did stay her cruel hand, ere she her raught,
And as she did her self to strike prepare,
Out of her fist the wicked weapon caught :
With that, like one enfelon'd or distraught,
She forth did roam, whither her rage her bore,
With frantick passion, and with fury fraught ;

And breaking forth out at a postern dore,
Unto the wild wood ran, her dolours to deplore.

As a mad Bitch, whenas the frantick fit

Her burning tongue with rage inflamed hath,
Doth run at random, and with furious bit
Snatching at every thing, doth wreak her wrath
On man and beast that cometh in her path.
There they do say, that she transformed was
Into a Tiger, and that Tigers fcath

In cruelty and courage she did pass,
To prove her sirname true, that the imposed has.

Then Arthegal himself discovering plain,

Did issue forth 'gainst all that warlike rout
Of Knights and armed men, which did maintain
That Ladies part, and to the Souldan lout :
All which he did allault with courage stout,
All were they nigh an hundred Knights of name,
And like wild Goats them chaced all about,

Flying from place to place with coward shame,
So that with final force them all he overcame.

Then caused he the gates be open'd wide ;

And there the Prince as victor of that day,
With triumph entertain'd and glorifide,
Presenting him with all the rich array,
And royal pomp, which there long hidden lay,
Purchast through lawless powre and tortious wrong
Of that proud Souldan, whom he earst did Nay.

So both for rest there having staid not long, Marcht with that Maid; fit matter for another song


Arthur and Arthegal catch Guile,

W bom Talus doth dismay:
They to Mercillas palace come,

And see ber rich array.

I. What

hat Tiger, or what other salvage wight

Is so exceeding furious and fell, As Wrong, when it hath arm’d it self with might? Not fit 'monít men, that do with realon mell, But ’mongst wild beats and salvage woods to dwell ; Where still the stronger doth the weak devour, And they that most in boldness do excell,

Are dreaded most, and feared for their powre:
Fit for Adicia there to build her wicked bowre.

There let her wonne far from resort of men,

Where righteous Arthegal her late exil'd ;
There let her ever keep her damned den,
Where none may be with her lewd parts defild,
Nor none but beasts may be of her despoild:
And turn we to the noble Prince where late
We did him leave, after that he had foil'd

The cruel Souldan, and with dreadful face
Had utterly subverted his unrighteous state.

Where having with Sir Artbegal a space

Well solac'd in that Souldans late delight,
They both resolving now to leave the place,
Boch it and all the wealth therein behighc
Unto chat Damzel in her Ladies right,
And so would have departed on their way.
But she then woo'd by all the means she might,
And earnestly belought to wend that day
With her to see her Lady thence not far away.


By whose entreaty both they overcomen,

Agree to go with her, and by the way,
(As often falls) of sundry things did commen.
°Mongst which that Damzell did to them bewray
A strange adventure, which not far thence lay;
To weet, a wicked villain bold and stout,
Which wonned in a rock not far away,

That robbed all the country thereabout,
And brought the pillage home, whence none could get it


[out. Thereto both his own wily wit, she faid,

And eke the fastness of his dwelling place,
Both unaffailable, gave him great aid :
For he so crafty was to forge and face,
So light of hand, and nimble of his pace,
So smooth of tongue, and subtle in his tale,
That could deceive one looking in his face ;

Therefore by name Malengin they him call,
Well knowen by his feats, and famous over all.

Through these his nights he many doth confound :

And eke the rock in which he wonts to dwell,
Is wondrous strong, and hew'n far under ground
A dreadful depth, how deep no man can tell ;
But fome do say, it goeth down to Hell.
And all within it full of windings is,
And hidden ways, that scarce an hound by smell

Can follow out those false footsteps of his,
Ne none can back return that once are gone


Which when those Knights had heard, their hearts 'gan

To understand that villains dwelling place, [yearn,
And greatly it desir'd of her to learn,
And by which way they towards it should trace.
Were not, said she, that it should let your pace
Towards my Ladies prelence by you meant,
I would you guide dire&tly to the place.

Then let not that said they stay your intent.
For neither will one foot, till we that Carle have hent.

So forth chey paft, till they approached nigh

Unto the rock where was the villains wonne,
Which when the Damzel near at hand did fpy,
She warn’d the Knights thereof: who thereupon
'Gan to advize what belt were to be done.
So both agreed to send that Maid afore,
Where she might fit nigh to the den alone,

Wailing, and raising pitiful uprore,
As if she did some great calamity deplore.

Wich noise whereof whenas the caitive Carle

Should issue forth in hope to find some spoil,
They in await would closely him ensnarle,
Ere to his den he backward could recoil,
And so would hope him easily to foil.
The Damzel straight went as she was directed,
Unto the rock ; and there upon the soil

Having her self in wretched wise abjected, 'Gan weep and wail, as if great grief had her affected.

The cry whereof entring the hollow cave,

Eftfoons brought forth the villain, as they meant,
With hope of her fome wishful boot to have.
Full dreadful wight he was, as ever went
Upon the earth, with hollow eyes deep pent,
And long curld locks, that down his shoulders thagg’d,
And on his back an uncouth vestiment,

Made of strange stuff, but all too worn and ragged ; And underneath, his breech was all too torn and jagged.

And in his hand an huge long staff he held,

Whose top was arm'd with many an iron hook,
Fit to catch hold of all that he could weld,
Or in the compass of his clouches took ;
And ever round about he cast his look.
Als at his back a great wide net he bore,
With which he feldom fished at the brook,

But us'd to fish for fools on the dry shore,
Of which he in fair weather wont to take great store,

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