One with great bellowes gathered filling aire, xxxvi And with forst wind the fewell did inflame; Another did the dying bronds repaire With yron[672] toungs, and sprinckled oft the same With liquid waues, fiers _Vulcans_ rage to tame, Who maistring them, renewd his former heat; Some scumd the drosse, that from the metall came; Some stird the molten owre with ladles great; And euery one did swincke, and euery one did sweat. But when as[673] earthly wight they present saw, xxxvii Glistring in armes and battailous aray, From their whot worke they did themselues withdraw To wonder at the sight: for till that day, They neuer creature saw, that came[674] that way. Their staring eyes sparckling with feruent fire, And vgly shapes did nigh the man dismay, That were it not for shame, he would retire, Till that him thus bespake their soueraigne Lord and sire. Behold, thou Faeries sonne, with mortall eye, xxxviii That liuing eye before did neuer see: The thing, that thou didst craue so earnestly, To weet, whence all the wealth late shewd by mee, Proceeded, lo now is reueald to thee. Here is the fountaine of the worldes good: Now therefore, if thou wilt enriched bee, Auise thee well, and chaunge thy wilfull mood, Least thou perhaps hereafter wish, and be withstood. Suffise it then, thou Money God (quoth hee) xxxix That all thine idle offers I refuse. All that I need I haue; what needeth mee To couet more, then I haue cause to vse? With such vaine shewes thy worldlings vile abuse: But giue me leaue to follow mine emprise. _Mammon_ was much displeasd, yet no’te he chuse, But beare the rigour of his bold mesprise[675], And thence him forward led, him further to entise. He brought him through a darksome narrow strait, xl To a broad gate, all built of beaten gold: The gate was open, but therein did wait A sturdy villein, striding stiffe and bold, As if[676] that[677] highest God defie he would;[678] In his right hand an yron club he held, But[679] he himselfe was all of golden[680] mould, Yet had both life and sence, and well could weld That cursed weapon, when his cruell foes he queld. _Disdayne_ he called was, and did disdaine xli To be so cald, and who so did him call: Sterne was his[681] looke, and full of stomacke vaine, His portaunce terrible, and stature tall, Far passing th’hight of men terrestriall[682]; Like an huge Gyant of the _Titans_ race, That made him scorne all creatures great and small, And with his pride all others powre deface: More fit amongst blacke fiendes, then men to haue his place.