Glad of such lucke, the luckelesse lucky maid, xix Did her content to please their feeble eyes, And long time with that saluage people staid, To gather breath in many miseries. During which time her gentle wit she plyes, To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine, And made her th’Image of Idolatryes; But when their bootlesse zeale she did restraine From her own worship, they her Asse would worship fayn. It fortuned a noble warlike knight xx By iust occasion to that forrest came, To seeke his kindred, and the lignage right, From whence he tooke his well deserued name: He had in armes abroad wonne muchell fame, And fild far landes with glorie of his might, Plaine, faithfull, true, and enimy of shame, And euer lou’d to fight for Ladies right, But in vaine glorious frayes he litle did delight. A Satyres sonne yborne in forrest wyld, xxi By straunge aduenture as it did betyde, And there begotten of a Lady myld, Faire _Thyamis_ the daughter of _Labryde_, That was in sacred bands of wedlocke tyde To _Therion_, a loose vnruly swayne; Who had more ioy to raunge the forrest wyde, And chase the saluage beast with busie payne, Then serue his Ladies loue, and wast in pleasures vayne. The forlorne mayd did with loues longing burne, xxii And could not lacke her louers company, But to the wood she goes, to serue her turne, And seeke her spouse, that from her still does fly, And followes other game and venery: A Satyre chaunst her wandring for to find, And kindling coles of lust in brutish eye, The loyall links of wedlocke did vnbind, And made her person thrall vnto his beastly kind. So long in secret cabin there he held xxiii Her captiue to his sensuall desire, Till that with timely fruit her belly sweld, And bore a boy vnto that saluage sire: Then home he suffred her for to retire, For ransome leauing him the late borne childe; Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire, He noursled[217] vp in life and manners wilde, Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde. For all he taught the tender ymp, was but xxiv To banish cowardize and bastard feare; His trembling hand he would him force to put Vpon the Lyon and the rugged Beare, And from the she Beares teats her whelps to teare; And eke wyld roring Buls he would him make To tame, and ryde their backes not made to beare; And the Robuckes in flight to ouertake, That euery beast for feare of him did fly and quake.