The knight was greatly moued at his plaint, xxiv And gan him dight to succour his distresse, Till that the Palmer, by his graue restraint, Him stayd from yielding pitifull redresse; And said, Deare sonne, thy causelesse ruth represse, Ne let thy stout hart melt in pitty vayne: He that his sorrow sought through wilfulnesse, And his foe fettred would release agayne,[602] Deserues to tast his follies fruit, repented payne. _Guyon_ obayd; So him away he drew xxv From needlesse trouble of renewing fight Already fought, his voyage to pursew. But rash _Pyrochles_ varlet, _Atin_ hight, When late he saw his Lord in heauy plight, Vnder Sir _Guyons_ puissaunt stroke to fall, Him deeming dead, as then he seemd in sight, Fled fast away, to tell his funerall Vnto his brother, whom _Cymochles_ men did call. He was a man of rare redoubted might, xxvi Famous throughout the world for warlike prayse, And glorious spoiles, purchast in perilous fight: Full many doughtie knights he in his dayes Had doen to death, subdewde in equall frayes, Whose carkases, for terrour of his name, Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes, And hong their conquered armes for more defame On gallow trees, in honour of his dearest Dame. His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse, xxvii The vile _Acrasia_, that with vaine delightes, And idle pleasures in her[603] _Bowre_ of _Blisse_, Does charme her louers, and the feeble sprightes Can call out of the bodies of fraile wightes: Whom then she does transforme[604] to monstrous hewes, And horribly misshapes with vgly sightes, Captiu’d eternally in yron mewes, And darksom dens, where _Titan_ his face neuer shewes. There _Atin_ found _Cymochles_ soiourning, xxviii To serue his Lemans loue: for he,[605] by kind, Was giuen all to lust and loose liuing, When euer his fiers hands he free mote find: And now he has pourd out his idle mind In daintie delices, and lauish ioyes, Hauing his warlike weapons cast behind, And flowes in pleasures, and vaine pleasing toyes, Mingled emongst loose Ladies and lasciuious boyes. And ouer him, art striuing to compaire xxix With nature, did an Arber greene dispred, Framed of wanton Yuie, flouring faire, Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spred His pricking[606] armes, entrayld with roses red, Which daintie odours round about them threw, And all within with flowres was garnished, That when myld _Zephyrus_ emongst them blew, Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted colors shew.