Thereat Sir _Guyon_ smilde, And is that all xviii (Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath? Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall, Whose freedome shall thee turne to greatest scath. Nath’lesse now quench thy whot emboyling[594] wrath: Loe there they be; to thee I yield them free. Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the path Did lightly leape, where he them bound did see, And gan to breake the bands of their captiuitee. Soone as _Occasion_ felt her selfe vntyde, xix Before her sonne could well assoyled bee, She to her vse returnd, and streight defyde Both _Guyon_ and _Pyrochles_: th’one (said shee[595]) Bycause he wonne; the other because hee Was wonne: So matter did she make of nought, To stirre vp strife, and do[596] them disagree: But soone as _Furor_ was enlargd, she sought To kindle his quencht fire, and thousand causes wrought. It was not long, ere she inflam’d him so, xx That he would algates with _Pyrochles_ fight, And his redeemer chalengd for his foe, Because he had not well mainteind his right, But yielded had to that same straunger knight: Now gan _Pyrochles_ wex as wood, as hee, And him affronted with impatient might: So both together fiers engrasped bee, Whiles _Guyon_ standing by, their vncouth strife does see. Him all that while _Occasion_ did prouoke xxi Against _Pyrochles_, and new matter framed Vpon the old, him stirring to be wroke Of his late wrongs, in which she oft him blamed For suffering such abuse, as knighthood shamed, And him dishabled quite. But he was wise Ne would with vaine occasions[597] be inflamed; Yet others she more vrgent did deuise: Yet nothing could him to impatience entise. Their fell contention still increased more, xxii And more thereby increased _Furors_ might, That he his foe has hurt, and wounded sore, And him in bloud and durt deformed quight. His mother eke, more to augment his spight[598], Now brought to him a flaming fire[599] brond, Which she in _Stygian_ lake, ay burning bright,[600] Had kindled: that she gaue into his hond, That armd with fire, more hardly he mote him withstond. Tho gan that[601] villein wex so fiers and strong, xxiii That nothing might sustaine his furious forse; He cast him downe to ground, and all along Drew him through durt and myre without remorse, And fowly battered his comely corse, That _Guyon_ much disdeignd so loathly sight. At last he was compeld to cry perforse, Helpe, O Sir _Guyon_, helpe most noble knight, To rid a wretched man from hands of hellish wight.