XXVII.
They fate to meat, and Satyrane his chance

Was her before, and Paridell beside;
But he himself sate looking still ascaunce,
Gainst Britomart, end ever closely ey'd
Sir Satyrane, that glaunces might not glide:
But his blind eye, that sided Paridell,
Al his demeanure from his fight did hide :

On her fair face so did he feed his fill,
And fent close messages of love to her at will..

XXVIII.
And ever and anon, when none was ware,

With speaking looks, that close embassage bore,
He rov'd at her, and told his secret care:
For all that art he learned had of yore.
Ne was she ignorant of that lewd lore,
But in his eye his meaning wisely read,
And with the like him answer'd evermore :

She sent at him one firy dart, whose head
Empoisned was with privy lust, and jealous dread.

XXIX.
H efrom that deadly throw made no defence,

But to the wound his weak heart open'd wide ;
The wicked engine through false influence
Past through his eyes, and secretly did glide
Into his heart, which it did sorely gride.
But nothing new to him was that same pain,
Ne pain at all; for he so oft had tride

The powre thereof, and lov'd so oft in vain,
That thing of course he counted, love to entertain.

XXX.
Thence-forth to her he sought to intimate

His inward grief, by means to him well known ;
Now Bacchus fruit out of the silver plate
He on the table dasht, as overthrown,
Or of the fruitful liquor overflown,
And by the dancing bubbles did divine,
Or therein write to let his love be shown ;

Which well she read out of the learned line ; (A sacrament profane in mystery of wine.)

XXXI.
And when-fo of his hand the pledge she raught,

The guilty cup she feigned to mistake,
And in her lap did shed her idle draught,
Shewing desire her inward Aame to Nake:
By which close signs they secret way did make
Unto their wills, and one eyes watch escape;
Two eyes himn needeth, for to watch and wake,

Who Lovers will deceive. Thus was the ape,
By their fair handling, put into Malebecco's cape.

XXXII.
Now when of meats and drinks they had their fill,

Purpose was moved by that gentle Dame,
Unto those Knights adventurous, to tell
Of deeds of arms, which unto them became,
And every one his kindred, and his name.
Then Paridell (in whom a kindly pride
Of gracious speech, and skill his words to frame

Abounded) being glad of so fit tide
Him to commend to her, thus fpake, of all well eyde.

XXXIII.
Troy that art now nought but an idle name,

And in thine ashes buried low dost lye,
Though whylome far much greater than thy fame,
Before that angry Gods, and cruel sky
Upon thee heapt a direful destiny ;
What boots it boast thy glorious descent,
And fetcht from heaven thy great genealogy,

Sith all thy worthy praises being blent,
Their offspring hath embaft, and later glory fhent ?

XXXIV.
Most famous worthy of the world, by whom

That war was kindled, which did Troy inflame,
And stately towres of Ilion whilome
Brought unto baleful ruin, was by name
Sir Paris, far renown'd through noble fame;
Who through great prowess and bold hardiness,
From Lacedemon fetcht the faireft Dame

That ever Greece did boast, or Knight postess,
Whom Venus to him gave for mced of worthiness.
VOL.I.

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XXXV.
Fair Hellen, flowre of beauty excellent,

And girlond of the mighty conquerors,
That madest many Ladies dear lament
The heavy loss of their brave paramours,
Which they far off beheld from Trojan towres,
And saw the fields of fair Scamander ftrown
With carcasses of noble warriours,

Whose fruitless lives were under furrow sown, And Xanthus sandy banks with blood all overflown.

XXXVI.
From him, my linage I derive aright,

Who long before the ten years siege of Troy,
Whiles yet on Ida he a shepherd hight,
On fair Oenone got a lovely boy :
Whom for remembrance of her passed joy,
She of his father, Parius did name;
Who, after Greeks did Priams realm destroy,

Gath’red the Trojans reliques sav'd from flame, And with them sailing thence, to th'Ine of Paros came.

XXXVII.
That was by him callid Paros, which before

Hight Naufa : there he many years did reign,
And built Nausicle by the Pontick shore ;
The which he dying, left next in remain
To Paridas his Son.
From whom I Paridell by kin descend ;
But for fair Ladies love, and glories gain,

My native soil have left, my days to spend
In 'sueing deeds of arms, my lifes and labours end.

XXXVIII.
Whenas the noble Britomart heard tell

Of Trojan wars, and Priams city fackt
(The rueful story of Sir Paridell)
She was empassion at that pitious act,
With zealous envy of Greeks cruel fact,
Against that nation, from whose race of old
She heard that she was lineally extract:

For noble Britons sprung from Trojans bold,
And Troynovant was built of old Troys alhes cold.

XXXIX.
Then fighing soft awhile, at last she thus :

O lamentable fall of famous town!
Which reign'd so many years victorious,
And of all

Afia bore the soveraine crown,
In one sad night consum'd, and throwen down :
What stony heart, that hears thy hapless face,
Is not empierst with deep compassion,

And makes ensample of mans wretched ftate,
That flowres so fresh at morn, and fades at evening late.

XL.
Behold, Sir, how your pitiful complaint

Hath found another partner of your pain :
For nothing may impress so dear constraint,
As countries cause, and common foes disdain.
But if it should not grieve you back again
To turn your course, I would to hear desire
What to Æneas fell; fith that men fayn

He was not in the cities woeful fire
Consum'd, but did himself to safëty retire.

XLI.
Anchyfes Son, begot of Venus fair,

Said he, out of the flames for safeguard Aed,
And with a remnant did to sea repair,
Where he through fatal error long was led
Full many years, and weetless wandered
From shore to shore, emongst the Lybick sands,
Ere reft he found. Much there he suffered,

And many perils past in foreign lands,
To save his people fad from victors vengeful hands.

XLII.
At last in Latium he did arrive,

Where he with cruel war was entertain'd
Of th’inland folk, which fought him back to drive
Till he with old Latinus was constrain'd
To contract wedlock : (so the Fates ordain'd.)
Wedlock contract in blood, and eke in blood
Accomplished, that many dear complain'd:

The rival Nain, the victor (through the flood
Escaped hardly) hardly prais'd his wedlock good.

XLIII.
Yet after all, he victor did survive,

And with Latinus did the kingdom part.
But after, when both nations 'gan to strive,
Into their names the title to convart,
His fon Tülus did from thence depart,
With all the warlike youth of Trojans blood,
And in long Alba plac'd his throne apart,

Where fair it flourished, and long time stood,
Till Romulus renewing it, to Rome remov'd.

XLIV.
There, there, said Britomart, afresh appear'd

The glory of the later world to spring,
And Troy again out of her dust was rear'd,
To fit in second seat of soveraine King
Of all the world under her governing.
But a third kingdom yet is to arise,
Out of the Trojans scattered offspring

That in all glory and great enterprise,
Both first and second Troy shall dare to equalise.

XLV.
It Troynovant is hight, that with the waves

Of wealthy Thamis washed is along,
Upon whose stubborn neck (whereat he raves
With roaring rage, and fore himself does throng,
That all men fear to tempt his billows strong)
She fastned hath her foot, which stands fo high,
That it a wonder of the world is song

In foreign lands; and all which pasien by, Beholding it from far, do think it threats the sky,

XLVI.
The Trojan Brute did first that city found,

And Hygate made the meare thereof by west,
And Overt-gate by north: that is the bound
Toward the land, two rivers bound the rest.
So huge a scope at first him seemed best,
To be the compass of his kingdoms seat:
So huge a mind could not in leffer rest,

Ne in Imall mears contain his glory great,
That Albion had conquer'd first by warlike feat.