She no lesse glad, then he desirous was xxxvii Of his departure thence; for of her ioy And vaine delight she saw he light did pas, A foe of folly and immodest toy, Still solemne sad, or still disdainfull coy, Delighting all in armes and cruell warre, That her sweet peace and pleasures did annoy, Troubled with terrour and vnquiet iarre, That she well pleased was thence to amoue him farre. Tho him she brought abord, and her swift bote xxxviii Forthwith directed to that further strand; The which on the dull waues did lightly flote And soone arriued on the shallow sand, Where gladsome _Guyon_ salied[636] forth to land, And to that Damzell thankes gaue for reward. Vpon that shore he spied _Atin_ stand, There by[637] his maister left, when late he far’d In _Phædrias_ flit[638] barke ouer that perlous shard. Well could he him remember, sith of late xxxix He with _Pyrochles_ sharp debatement made; Streight gan he him reuile, and bitter rate, As shepheards curre, that in darke euenings shade Hath tracted forth some saluage beastes[639] trade; Vile Miscreant (said he) whither doest thou flie The shame and death, which will thee soone inuade? What coward hand shall doe thee next to die, That art thus foully fled from famous enemie? With that he stiffely shooke his steelehead dart: xl But sober _Guyon_, hearing him so raile, Though somewhat moued in his mightie hart, Yet with strong reason maistred passion fraile, And passed fairely forth. He turning taile, Backe to the strond retyrd, and there still stayd, Awaiting passage, which him late did faile; The whiles _Cymochles_ with that wanton mayd The hastie heat of his auowd reuenge delayd. Whylest[640] there the varlet stood, he saw from farre xli An armed knight, that towards him fast ran, He ran on foot, as if in lucklesse warre His forlorne steed from him the victour wan; He seemed breathlesse, hartlesse, faint, and wan, And all his armour sprinckled was with bloud, And soyld with durtie gore, that no man can Discerne the hew thereof. He neuer stood, But bent his hastie course towards the idle flood. The varlet saw, when to the flood he came, xlii How without stop or stay he fiercely lept, And deepe him selfe beducked[641] in the same, That in the lake his loftie crest was steept, Ne of his safetie seemed care he kept, But with his raging armes he rudely flasht[642] The waues about, and all his armour swept, That all the bloud and filth away was washt, Yet still he bet the water, and the billowes dasht.