48.

But that falfe Pilgrim, which that leafing told,
Being in deed old Archimage, did stay
In fecret fhadow all this to behold;
And much rejoyced in their bloody fray:
But, when he saw the Damfell passe away,
He left his stond, and her purfewd apace,
In hope to bring her to her last decay.
But for to tell her lamentable cace,

And eke this battels end, will need another place."

"Lea

which that leafing told.] i. e. which told that lye, or lying. fing" for lying is a very frequent word with our older poets; and Shakespeare uses it more than once fee edit. Collier, 1858, vol. ii. p. 654; and vol. iv. p. 703. C.

will need another place.] The poet foon returns to Una, and her lamentable case; but no mention is made of Satyrane till F. Q. iii. vii. 28, where he attacks the monster that pursued Florimel. This is plainly an omiffion, if not a forgetfulness. UPTON.

I.

HAT man fo wife, what earthly witt fo
ware,.

As to difcry the crafty cunning traine,
By which deceipt doth maske in vifour
faire,
And caft her coulours, died deepe in graine,

To feeme like truth, whose shape she well can faine,
And fitting geftures to her purpose frame,
The guiltleffe man with guile to entertaine?
Great maiftreffe of her art was that false Dame,
The falfe Dueffa, cloked with Fideffaes name.

2.

Who when, returning from the drery Night,

She fownd not in that perilous hous of Pryde,
Where she had left the noble Redcroffe knight,
Her hoped pray, fhe would no lenger byde,
But forth fhe went to feeke him far and wide.
Ere long fhe fownd, whereas he wearie fate
To reft him felfe foreby a fountaine fyde,

Difarmed all of yron-coted Plate;

And by his fide his fteed the graffy forage ate.

3.

Hee feedes upon the cooling fhade,' and bayes
His fweatie forehead in the breathing wynd,
Which through the trembling leaves full gently playes,
Wherein the chearefull birds of fundry kynd
Doe chaunt fweet mufick to delight his mynd.
The witch approching gan him fayrely greet,
And with reproch of carelesnes unkynd
Upbrayd, for leaving her in place unmeet,
With fowle words tempring faire, foure gall with hony
fweet.

4.

Unkindnesse past, they gan of folace treat,

And bathe in pleasaunce of the joyous fhade, Which shielded them against the boyling heat, And with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade, About the fountaine like a girlond made; Whose bubbling wave did ever freshly well, Ne ever would through fervent sommer fade: The facred Nymph, which therein wont to dwell, Was out of Dianes favor, as it then befell.

5.

The cause was this: one day, when Phoebe fayre
With all her band was following the chace,

This nymph, quite tyr'd with heat of scorching ayre,
Satt downe to reft in middeft of the race:

The goddeffe wroth gan fowly her disgrace,

a Hee feedes upon the cooling fhade.] That is, enjoys. So Virgil, "En." iii. 339.

"Quid puer Afcanius? fuperatne, et vefcitur auras ?"

So the ancient books read, and not aurâ: And does he feed upon the vital air? Again, St. 22.

"Why do ye longer feed on loathed light." UPTON.

And badd the waters, which from her did flow,
Be fuch as fhe her felfe was then in place.
Thenceforth her waters wexed dull and flow,
And all that drinke thereof do faint and feeble grow.

6.

Hereof this gentle knight unweeting was;

And lying downe upon the fandie graile,b
Dronke of the streame, as cleare as christall glas:
Eftfoones his manly forces gan to fayle,

And mightie strong was turnd to feeble frayle.
His chaunged powres at firft them felves not felt;
Till crudled cold his corage gan affayle,

And cheareful blood in fayntnes chill did melt, Which like a fever fit through all his bodie swelt. 7.

Yet goodly court he made still to his Dame,
Pourd out in loofneffe on the graffy grownd,
Both careleffe of his health, and of his fame;
Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd,
Which through the wood loud bellowing did rebownd,
That all the earth for terror feemd to shake,

And trees did tremble. Th' Elfe, therewith aftownd,
Upftarted lightly from his loofer make,"

And his unready weapons gan in hand to take.

8.

But ere he could his armour on him dight,
Or gett his shield, his monftrous enimy

b upon the fandie graile.] i. e. gravel. Spenfer feems the only writer who has availed himself of this form of the word: he has it again in the "Vifions of Bellay," (Sonn. 12) where he speaks of the "golden grayle" of Pactolus. It means fmall particles of any kind, and has been derived by Todd in his "Dict." from the Fr. grêle, hail. C.

с

© from his loofer make.] "Make" and mate mean the fame thing, if indeed they are not ame word. Shakespeare, in his 9th Sonnet, has the adjective makeless, meaning without a "make" or mate: he generally uses mate for companion. See also this Canto, St. 15. C.

With sturdie steps came ftalking in his fight,
An hideous Geaunt, horrible and hye,

d

That with his tallneffe feemd to threat the skye;
The ground eke groned under him for dreed:
His living like faw never living eye,

Ne durft behold: his ftature did exceed

The hight of three the tallest sonnes of mortall feed.

9.

The greatest Earth his uncouth mother was,

And bluftring Æolus his boasted syre;

Who with his breath, which through the world doth pas, Her hollow womb did fecretly infpyre,

And fild her hidden caves with ftormie yre, That she conceiv'd; and trebling the dew time In which the wombes of wemen doe expyre, Brought forth this monstrous maffe of earthly flyme, Puft up with emptie wynd, and fild with finfull cryme.

IO.

So growen great, through arrogant delight
Of th' high descent whereof he was yborne,
And through presumption of his matchlesse might,
All other powres and knighthood he did scorne.
Such now he marcheth to this man forlorne,
And left to loffe; his ftalking steps are stayde
Upon a fnaggy oke, which he had torne
Out of his mothers bowelles, and it made
His mortall mace, wherewith his foemen he dismayde.

II.

That, when the knight he spyde, he gan advaunce
With huge force and insupportable mayne,

And towardes him with dreadfull fury praunce;

d An hideous Geaunt.] Todd, of courfe by a mere misprint, reads "And hideous Geaunt.' C.

And left to loffe.] Shakespeare employs the phrase " condemn'd to lofs" in "The Winter's Tale," A. ii. Sc. 3.