[921] xliv 5 yeares _om. 1596, 1609_: shall be full supplide _1609_ [922] 6 to] vnto their _1590_ [923] xlv 7 th’olde _1609_ [924] xlvi 4 outronne] ouerronne _1596_ [925] l 9 Shee _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._ [926] <as earst> _om. 1590, 1596_: _add. 1609_ [927] li 9 disguise] deuise _1596_, _1609_ [928] liii 3 (need makes good schollers) teach _1590_ [929] liv 3 came: _1590 &c._ [930] lvii 5 vnmeeting _1596_ [931] lviii 2 conuiently _1596_ [932] 5 dryes _1596_ [933] lxii 6 part _1596_ _Cant. IIII._ [Illustration: _Bold Marinell of Britomart, Is throwne on the Rich strond: Faire Florimell of Arthur is Long followed, but not fond._ ] Where is the Antique glory now become, i That whilome wont in women to appeare? Where be the braue atchieuements doen by some? Where be the battels, where the shield and speare, And all the conquests, which them high did reare, That matter made for famous Poets verse, And boastfull men so oft abasht to heare? Bene they all dead, and laid in dolefull herse? Or doen they onely sleepe, and shall againe reuerse? If they be dead, then woe is me therefore: ii But if they sleepe, O let them soone awake: For all too long I burne with enuy sore, To heare the warlike feates, which _Homere_ spake Of bold _Penthesilee_[934], which made a lake Of _Greekish_ bloud so oft in _Troian_ plaine; But when I read, how stout _Debora_ strake Proud _Sisera_, and how _Camill’_ hath slaine The huge _Orsilochus_, I swell with great disdaine. Yet these, and all that else had puissaunce, iii Cannot with noble _Britomart_ compare, Aswell for glory of great valiaunce, As for pure chastitie and vertue rare, That all her goodly deeds do well declare. Well worthy stock, from which the branches sprong, That in late yeares so faire a blossome bare, As thee, O Queene, the matter of my song, Whose lignage from this Lady I deriue along. Who when through speaches with the _Redcrosse_ knight, iv She learned had th’estate of _Arthegall_, And in each point her selfe informd aright, A friendly league of loue perpetuall She with him bound, and _Congé_ tooke withall. Then he forth on his iourney did proceede, To seeke aduentures, which mote him befall, And win him worship through his warlike deed, Which alwayes of his paines he made the chiefest meed.