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They envy her in their malitious mind,
And fly away for feare of fowle disgrace:
But all the Satyres scorne their woody kind. [find.
And henceforth nothing faire, but her, on Earth they

Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky mayd
Did her content to please their feeble eyes ;
And long time with that salvage people stayd,
To gather breath in many miseryes.
During which time her gentle wit she plyes,
To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine,
And made her th’ image of idolatryes:
But, when their bootlesse zeale she did restrayne
From her own worship, they her asse would wor-

ship fayn.

It fortuned, a noble warlike knight
By iust occasion to that forrest came
To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right
From whence he tooke his wel-deserved name :
He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame,
And fild far landes with glorie of his might;
Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame,
And ever lov'd to fight for ladies right:
But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight.

A satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld,
By straunge adventure as it did betyde,
And their begotten of a lady myld,
Fayre Thyamis the daughter of Labryde;
That was in sacred bandes of wedlocke tyde
To Therion, a loose unruly swayne,
Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde,

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And chase the salvage beast with busie payne,
Then serve his ladies love, and waste in pleasures

vayne,

The forlorne mayd did with loves longing burne,
And could not lacke her lovers company ;
But to the wood she goes, to serve her turne,
And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly,
And followes other game and venery:
A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to finde;
And, kindling coles of lust in brutish eye,
The loyall linkes of wedlocke did unbinde,
And made her person thrall unto his beastly kind.

So long in secret cabin there he held
Her captive to his sensuall desyre ;
Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld,
And bore a boy unto that salvage syre :
Then home he suffred her for to retyre ;
For ransome leaving him the late-borne childe:
Whom, till to ryper years he gan aspyre,
He nousled up in life and manners wilde, [exilde.
Emongst wild beastes and woods, from lawes of men

For all he taught the tender ymp, was but
To banish cowardize and bastard feare :
His trembling hand he would him force to put
Upon the lyon and the rugged beare;
And from the she-beares teats her whelps to teare;
And eke wyld roring buls he would him make
To tame, and ryde their backes not made to beare;
And the robuckes in fight to overtake:
That everie beast for feare of him did Ay and quake,
Thereby so fearelesse and so fell he grew,
That his owne syre and maister of his guise
Did often tremble at his horrid vew;
And oft, for dread of hurt, would him advise
The angry beastes not rashly to despise,
Nor too much to provoke ; for he would learne
The lyon stoup to him in lowly wise,
(A lesson hard) and make the libbard sterne
Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did

earne.

And, for to make his powre approved more,
Wyld beastes in yron yokes he would compell ;
'The spotted panther, and the tusked bore,
The pardale swift, and the tigré cruell,
The antelope and wolfe, both fiers and fell;
And them constraine in equall teme to draw.
Such ioy he had their stubborne harts to quell,
And sturdie courage tame with dreadfull aw;
That his beheast they feared, as a tyrans law.

His loving mother came upon a day
Unto the woodes, to see her little sonne ;
And chaunst unwares to meet him in the way,
After his sportes and cruell pastime donne ;
When after him a lyonesse did runne,
That roaring all with rage did lowd requere
Her children deare, whom he away had wonne :
The lyon whelpes she saw how he did beare,
And lull in rugged armes withouten childish feare.

The fearefull dame all quaked at the sight,
And turning backe gan fast to fly away;
Untill, with love revokt from vaine affright,

She hardly yet perswaded was to stay,
And then to him these womanish words gan say:
“Ah, Satyrane, my dearling and my ioy,
For love of me leave off this dreadfull play ;
To dally thus with death is no fit toy :

[boy.Go, find some other play-fellowes, mine own sweet

In these and like delightes of bloody game
He trayned was, till ryper years he raught;
And there abode, whylst any beast of name
Walkt in that forrest, whom he had not taught
To feare his force: and then his courage haught
Desyrd of forreine foemen to be knowne,
And far abroad for straunge adventures sought ;
In which his might was never overthrowne ;
But through al Faery lond his famous worth was

blown.

Yet evermore it was his manner faire,
After long labours and adventures spent;
Unto those native woods for to repaire,
To see his syre and ofspring auncient.
And now he thether came for like intent ;
Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge lady, in so straunge habiliment,
Teaching the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did re-

dound.

He wondred at her wisedome hevenly rare,
Whose like in womens witt he never knew ;
And, when curteous deeds he did compare,
Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew,
Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw,

And ioyd to make proofe of her cruelty
On gentle dame, so hurtlesse and so trew;
Thenceforth he kept her goodly company,
And learned her discipline of faith and verity.

But she, all vowd unto the Redcrosse knight,
His wandring perill closely did lament,
Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight;
But her deare heart with anguish did torment,
And all her witt in secret counsels spent,
How to escape. At last in privy wise
To Satyrane she shewed her intent;
Who, glad to gain such favour, gan devise, Carise.
How with that pensive maid he best might thence

So on a day, when Satyres all were gone
To do their service to Sylvanus old,
The gentle virgin, left behinde alone,
He led away with corage stout and bold.
Too late it was to Satyres to be told,
Or ever hope recover her againe ;
In vain he seekes that, having, cannot hold.
So fast he carried her with carefull paine, (plaine.
That they the woods are past, and come now to the

The better part now of the lingring day
They traveild had, whenas they far espide
A weary wight forwandring by the way;
And towards him they gan in haste to ride,
To weete of newes that did abroad betyde,
Or tidings of her knight of the Redcrosse ;
But he, them spying, gan to turne aside
For feare, as seemd, or for some feigned losse :
More greedy they of newes fast towards him de

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