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And more, I grant to thy great misery
Gracious respect, thy wife shall back be sent :
And that vile Knight, whoever that he be,
Which hath thy Lady reft, and knighthood fhent,
By Sanglamort my sword, whose deadly dent
The blood hath of so many thousands shed,
I swear, ere long shall dearly it repent ;
Ne he twixt heaven and earth shall hide his head, But soon he shall be found, and shortly doen be dead.
The foolish man thereat woxe wondrous blith,
As if the word so spoken were half done,
And humbly thanked him a thousand sich,
That had from death to life him newly won.
Tho forth the boaster marching, brave begun
His stolen steed to thunder furiously,
As if he heaven and hell would over run,
And all the world confound with cruelty,
That much Malbecco joyed in his jollity.
Thus long they three together travelled,
Through many a wood, and many an uncouth way,
To seek his wife, that was far wandered,
But those two fought nought but the present prey.
To weet the treasure, which he did bewray,
On which their eyes and hearts were wholly set,
With purpose how they might it best betray ;
For fith the hour that first he did them let
The fame behold, there-with their keen desires were whet.
It fortuned as they together far'd,
They spide where Paridell came pricking fait
Upon the plain, the which himself prepar’d
To giust with that brave stranger Knight a cat,
As on adventure by the way he past :
Alone he rode without his paragone;
For having filcht her bells, her up he cast
To the wide world, and let her fly alone,
He n'ould be clog’d. So had he served many one.
The gentle Lady, loofe at random left,
The green-wood long did walk, and wander wide
At wild adventure, like a forlorn weft,
Till on a day the Satyrs her espide
Straying alone withouten groom or guide:
Her up they took, and with them home her led,
With them as housewife ever to abide,
To milk their Goats, and make them cheese and bread, And every one as common good her handeled.
That shortly she Malbecco has forgot,
And eke Sir Paridell, all were he dear;
Who from her went to seek another lot,
And now (by fortune) was arrived here,
Where those two guilers with Malbecco were:
Soon as the old man saw Sir Paridell,
He fainted, and was almost dead with fear,
Ne word he had to speak, his grief to tell,
But to him louted low, and greeted goodly well.
And after asked him for Hellenore,
I take no keep of her, said Paridell :
She wonneth in the forest there before.
So forth he rode, as his adventure fell;
The whiles the boafter from his lofty fell
Feign'd to alight, something amiss to mend;
But the fresh swain would not his leisure dwell,
But went his way; whom when he passed kend,
He up remounted light, and after feign’d to wend.
Perdy nay, faid Malbecco, hall ye nọt:
But let him pass as lightly as he came :
For little good of him is to be got,
And mickle peril to be put to shame.
But let us go to seek my deareft Dame,
Whom he hath left in yonder forest wild :
For of her safety in great doubt I am,
Lest salvage beasts her person have despoil'd : Then all the world is loft, and we in vain have toild.
They all agree, and forward them addreft :
Ah! but said crafty Trompart, weet ye well,
That yonder in that wasteful wilderness
Huge monsters haunt, and many dangers dwell;
Dragons, and Minotaurs, and fiends of hell,
And many wild wood-men, which rob and rend
All travellers; therefore advise ye well,
Before ye enterprise that way to wend :
may his journey bring too foon to evil end.
Malbecco stopt in great astonishment,
And with pale eyes fast fixed on the rest,
Their counsel crav'd, in danger imminent.
Said Trompart, You that are the most opprest
With burden of great treasure, I think best
Here for to stay in safëty behind ;
My Lord and I will search the wide forest.
That counsel pleased not Malbecco's mind ;
For he was much affraid, himself alone to find.
Then is it best, said he, that ye do leave
Your treasure here in some security,
Either fast closed in some hollow grave,
Or buried in the ground from jeopardy,
Till we return again in safëty :
As for us two, left doubt of us ye have,
Hence far away we will blindfolded lye,
Ne privy be unto your treasures grave.
It pleased : so he did, then they march forward brave.
Now when amid the thickest woods they were,
They heard a noise of many bagpipes fhrill,
And shrieking hububs them approaching near,
Which all the forest did with horrour Gil :
That dreadful sound the boasters heart did thrill,
With such amazement, that in haste he fled,
Ne ever looked back for good or ill,
And after him eke fearful Trompert sped ;
The old man could not fly, but fell to ground half dead,
Yet afterwards, close creeping as he might,
He in a bush did hide his fearful head :
The jolly Satyrs, full of fresh delight,
Came dancing forth, and with them nimbly led
Fair Hellencre, with girlonds all bespred,
Whom their May-lady they had newly made :
She proud of that new honour, which they read,
And of their lovely fellowship full glad,
Danc'd lively, and her face did with a Laurel shade,
The filly man that in the thicket lay,
Saw all this goodly sport, and grieved sore,
Yet durst he not against it do or fay,
But did his heart with bitter thoughts engore,
To see th’unkindness of his Hellenore.
All day they danced with great lustihed,
And with their horned feet the green grafs wore,
The whiles their Goats upon the brouzes fed,
Till drooping Pbæbus 'gan to hide his golden head.
Tho up they ’gan their merry pipes to truss,
And all their goodly herds did gather round
But every Satyr first did give a buss
To Hellenore : so busses did abound.
Now 'gan the humid vapour shed the ground
With pearly dew, and the earths gloomy shade
Did dim the brightness of the welkin round
That every bird and beast awarned made
To shroud themselves, whiles seep their senses did invade.
Which when Malbecco saw, out of the bush
Upon his hands and feet he crepe full light,
And like a Goat emongst the Goats did rush,
That through the help of his fair horns on height,
And misty damp of misconceiving night,
And eke through likeness of his goacith beard,
He did the better counterfeit aright:
So home he marcht emongst the horned herd,
That none of all the Satyrs him espide or heard.
At night, when all they went to seep, he viewd,
Where-as his lovely Wife emongst them lay,
Embraced of a Satyr rough and rude,
Who all the night did mind his joyous play :
Nine times he heard him come aloft ere day,
That all his heart with jealousie did swell ;
But yet that nights ensample did bewray,
That not for nought his Wife them lov'd so well, When one so oft a night did ring his matins bell.
So closely as he could, he to them crept,
When weary of their sport co Neep they fell;
And to his Wife, that now full soundly Nept,
He whisper'd in her ear, and did her tell,
That it was he, which by her side did dwell,
And therefore pray'd her wake, to hear him plain,
As one out of a dream not waked well,
She turnd her, and returned back again :
Yet her for to awake he did the more constrain.
At last with irksome trouble she abraid ;
And then perceiving that it was indeed
Her old Malbecco, which did her upbraid,
With looseness of her love, and loathly deed,
She was astonisht with exceeding dreed,
And would have wakt the Satyr by her side ;
But he her prayd, for mercy, or for meed,
To save his life, ne let him be descride,
But harken to his lore, and all his counsel hide.
Tho'gan he her persuade, to leave that lewd
And loathsome life, of God and man abhord,
And home return, where all should be renewd
With perfect peace, and bands of fresh accord,
And she receiv'd again to bed and bord,
As if no trespass ever had been done :
But she it all refused at one word,
And by no means would to his will be won,
But chose emongst the jolly Satyrs still to wonne,