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Who, when they heard that picious strained voice,

In haste forsook their rural meriment,
And ran towards the far rebounded noise,
To weet what wight so loudly did lament.
Unto the place they come incontinent:
Whom when the raging Sarazin espide,
A rude milhapen, monitrous rablement,

Whose like he never saw, he durft not bide,
But got his ready steed, and fast away 'gan ride.

The wild Wood-gods, arrived in the place,

There find the virgin doleful desolate,
With ruffled rayments, and fair blubbred face,
As her outragious foe had left her late,
And trembling yet through fear of former hate.
All stand amazed at so uncouth sight,
And 'gin to pity her unhappy state:

All itand astonied at her beauty bright,
In their rude eyes unworthy of so woeful plight.

She more amaz'd in double dread doth dwell ;


part for fear does fhake :
As when a greedy Wolf through hunger fell
A filly Lamb far from the flock does take,
Of whom he means his bloody feast to make,
A Lyon (pyes fast running towards him,
The innocent prey in hafte he does forsake,

Which quit from death, yet quakes in every lim. With change of fear, to see the Lyon look so grim.

Such fearful fit affaid her trembling heart,

Ne word to speak, ne joynt to move she had :
The salvage nation feel her secret fmart,
And read her forrow in her count'nance fad;
Their frowning foreheads with rough horns yclad,
And rustick horror all aside do lay,
And gently grinning, lhew a semblance glad

To comfort her, and fear to put away,
Their backward bent knees teach, her humbly to obey.

And every

The doubtful damzel dare not yet commit

Her single person to their barbarous truth;
But still

twixt fear and hope amaz’d does fit,
Late learn'd what harm to hasty trust ensuth :
They, in compassion of her tender youth,
And wonder of her beauty soveraine,
Are won with pity and unwonted ruth,

. And all prostrate upon che lowly plain, Do kiss her feet, and fawn on her with count'nance fain.

Their hearts the guesfeth by their humble guise,

And yields her to extremity of time ;
So from the ground she fearless doch arise,
And walketh forth without suspect of crime:
They all, as glad as birds of joyous prime,
Thence lead her forth, about her dancing round,
Shouting, and singing all a Shepherds rime,

And with green branches ftrowing all the ground. Do worship her as Queen, with olive girlond cround.

And all the way their merry pipes they found,

That all the woods with doubled Eccho ring
And with their horned feet do wear the ground,
Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring.
So towards old Sylvanus they her bring:
Who with the noise awaked, cometh out,
To weet the cause, his weak steps governing,

And aged limbs on cypress stadle stout,
And with an ivy twine his waste is girt about.

Far off he wonders, what them makes so glad;

Or Baccbus merry fruit they did invent,
Or Cybels frantick rites have made them mad.
They drawing nigh, unto their God present
That fowre of faith and beauty excellent.
The God himself, viewing that mirror rare,
Stood long amaz’d, and burnt in his intent;

His own fair Driope now he thinks not fair,
And Pholoe foul, when her to this he doch compare.

The wood-born people fall before her flat,

And worship her as Goddess of the wood;
And old Sylvanus self bethinks not, what
To think of wight fo fair, but gazing stood,
In doubt to deem her born of earthly brood;
Sometimes Dame Venus self he seems to fee :
But Venus never had so fober mood;

Sometimes Diana he her takes to be,
But mifseth bow, and shafts, and buskins to her knee.

By view of her he 'ginneth to revive

His ancient love, and dearest Cyparise,
And calls to mind his pourtraiture alive,
How fair he was, and yet not fair to this,
And how he new with glancing dart amiss
A gentle hind, the which the lovely boy
Did love as life, above all worldly bliss;

For grief whereof the lad n'ould after joy,
But pyn'd away in anguish and self-willd annoy.

The woody Nymphs, fair Hamadryades,

Her to behold do thither run apace,
And all the troupe of light-foot Naiades
Flock all about to see her lovely face :
But when they viewed have her heavenly grace,
They envy her in their malicious mind,
And fly away for fear of foul disgrace :

But all the Satyres scorn their woody kind,
And henceforth nothing fair, but her on earth they find.

Glad of such luck, the luckless lucky maid,

Did her content to please their feeble eyes,
And long time with that salvage people staid,
To gather breath in many miseries,
During which time, her gentle wit she plyes
To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vain,
And made her th’ Image of Idolatries ;

But when their bootless zeal she did restrain
From her own worship, they her Alle would worship fain.

It fortuned a noble warlike Knight

By just occasion to that forest came,
To seek his kindred, and the linage right,
From whence he took his well deferved name :

He had in arms abroad won muchell fame :
And fill'd far lands with glory of his might,
Plain faithful, true, and enemy of shame,

And ever lov'd to fight for Ladies right,
But in vain glorious frays he little did delight.

A Satyres fon, yborn in forest wild,

By strange adventure as it did betide,
And there begotten of a Lady mild, 'ed
Fair Thyamis, the daughter of Labryde,
That was in facred bands of wedlock tide
To Tberion, a loose unruly swain ;
Who had more joy to range the forest wide,

And chase the salvage bealt with busie pain,
Than ferve his Ladies love, and waste in pleasures vain!

The forlorne maid did with loves longing burn,

And could not lack her lovers company;
But to the wood she goes, to serve her turn,
And seek her spouse, that from her still does fly,
And follows other game and venery:
A Satyr chanct her wandring for to find;
And kindling coals of lust in brutish eye,

The loyal links of wedlock did unbind,
And made her person thrall unto his beastly kind.

So long in secret cabin chere he held

Her captive to his sensual desire,
Till that with timely fruit her belly swellid,
And bore a boy unto that falvage fire :
Then home he suffred her for to retire,
For ransom leaving him the late born child;
Whom till to riper years he 'gan aspire,

He noursled up in life and manners wild,
Emongst wild bcafts and woods, from laws of men exild,

For all he taught the tender Imp, was but

To banish cowardize and dastard fear;
His trembling hand he would him force to put
Upon the Lyon, and the rugged Bear.
And from the The Bears teats her whelps to tear;
And eke wild roaring Bulls he would him make
To tame, and ride their backs not made to bear;

And the Roebucks in fight to overtake,
That every beast for fear of him did dy and quake.

Thereby so fearless and so fell he grew,

That his own fire and master of his guise,
Did often tremble at his horrid view,
And oft for dread of hurt would him advise,
The angry beasts not rathy to despise,
Nor too much to provoke; for he would learn
The Lyon stoop to him in lowly wise

(A leffon hard) and made the Libbard stearn Leave roaring, when in rage he for

he for revenge did yearn.

And for to make his powre approved more,

Wild beafts in iron yokes he would compell ;
The spotted Panther, and the tusked Bore,
The Pardale swift, and the Tygre cruel,
The Antelope and Wolfe, both fierce and fell;
And them constrain in equal team to draw..
Such joy he had, their stubborn hearts to quell,

And sturdy courage tame with dreadful aw,
That his beheast they feared, as a tyrants law,

His loving mother came upon a day

Unto the woods, to see her little fon;
And chanct unwares to meet him in the way,
After his sports and cruel pastime done,
When after him a Lyoness did run,
That roaring all with rage, did loud requere
Her children dear, whom he away had won ;

The Lyon whelps she saw how he did bear,
And lull in rugged arms, withouten childish fear,

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