Not all so satisfide, with greedie eye xv He sought all round about, his thirstie[182] blade To bath[183] in bloud of faithlesse enemy; Who all that while lay hid in secret shade: He standes amazed, how he thence should fade. At last the trumpets[184] Triumph sound on hie, And running Heralds humble homage made, Greeting him goodly with new victorie, And to him brought the shield, the cause of enmitie. Wherewith he goeth to that soueraine Queene, xvi And falling her before on lowly knee, To her makes present of his seruice seene: Which she accepts, with thankes, and goodly gree, Greatly aduauncing his gay cheualree. So marcheth home, and by her takes the knight, Whom all the people follow with great glee, Shouting, and clapping all their hands on hight, That all the aire it fils, and flyes to heauen bright. Home is he brought, and laid in sumptuous bed: xvii Where many skilfull leaches him abide, To salue his hurts, that yet still freshly bled. In wine and oyle they wash his woundes wide, And softly can[185] embalme on euery side. And all the while, most heauenly melody About the bed sweet musicke did diuide, Him to beguile of griefe and agony: And all the while _Duessa_ wept full bitterly. As when a wearie traueller[186] that strayes xviii By muddy shore of broad seuen-mouthed _Nile_, Vnweeting of the perillous wandring wayes, Doth meet a cruell craftie Crocodile, Which in false griefe hyding his harmefull guile, Doth weepe full sore, and sheddeth tender teares: The foolish man, that pitties all this while His mournefull plight, is swallowd vp vnwares, Forgetfull of his owne, that mindes anothers cares. So wept _Duessa_ vntill euentide, xix That shyning lampes in _Ioues_ high house were light: Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide, But comes vnto the place, where th’Hethen knight In slombring swownd[187] nigh voyd of vitall spright, Lay couer’d with inchaunted cloud all day: Whom when she found, as she him left in plight, To wayle his woefull case she would not stay, But to the easterne coast of heauen makes speedy way. Where griesly _Night_, with visage deadly sad, xx That _Phœbus_ chearefull face durst neuer vew, And in a foule blacke pitchie mantle clad, She findes forth comming from her darkesome mew, Where she all day did hide her hated hew. Before the dore her yron charet stood, Alreadie harnessed for iourney new; And coleblacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, That on their rustie bits did champ, as they were wood.