But by the helpe of _Vortimere_ his sonne, lxvi He is againe vnto his rule restord, And _Hengist_ seeming sad, for that was donne, Receiued is to grace and new accord, Through his faire daughters face, and flattring word; Soone after which, three hundred Lordes he slew Of British bloud, all sitting at his bord; Whose dolefull moniments who list to rew, Th’eternall markes of treason may at _Stonheng_ vew. By this the sonnes of _Constantine_, which fled, lxvii _Ambrose_[802] and _Vther_ did ripe years attaine, And here arriuing, strongly challenged The crowne, which _Vortiger_ did long detaine: Who flying from his guilt, by them was slaine, And _Hengist_ eke soone brought to shamefull death. Thenceforth _Aurelius_ peaceably did rayne, Till that through poyson stopped was his breath; So now entombed lyes at Stoneheng by the heath. After him _Vther_, which _Pendragon_ hight, lxviii Succeding There abruptly it did end, Without full point, or other Cesure right, As if the rest some wicked hand did rend, Or th’Authour selfe could not at least attend To finish it: that so vntimely breach The Prince him selfe halfe seemeth[803] to offend, Yet secret pleasure did offence empeach, And wonder of antiquitie long stopt his speach. At last quite rauisht with delight, to heare lxix The royall Ofspring of his natiue land, Cryde out, Deare countrey, O how dearely deare Ought thy remembraunce, and perpetuall band Be to thy foster Childe, that from thy hand Did commun breath and nouriture receaue? How brutish is it not to vnderstand, How much to her we owe, that all vs gaue, That gaue vnto vs all, what euer good we haue. But _Guyon_ all this while his booke did read, lxx Ne yet has ended: for it was a great And ample volume, that doth far excead My leasure, so long leaues here to repeat: It told, how first _Prometheus_ did create A man, of many partes from beasts deriued, And then stole fire from heauen, to animate His worke, for which he was by _Ioue_ depriued Of life him selfe, and hart-strings of an Ægle riued. That man so made, he called _Elfe_, to weet lxxi Quick, the first authour of all Elfin kind: Who wandring through the world with wearie feet, Did in the gardins of _Adonis_ find A goodly creature, whom he deemd in mind To be no earthly wight, but either Spright, Or Angell, th’authour of all woman kind; Therefore a _Fay_ he her according hight, Of whom all _Faeryes_ spring, and fetch their lignage right.