He wondred at her wisedome heauenly rare, xxxi Whose like in womens wit he neuer knew; And when her curteous deeds he did compare, Gan her admire, and her sad sorrowes rew, Blaming of Fortune, which such troubles threw, And ioyd to make proofe of her crueltie On gentle Dame, so hurtlesse, and so trew: Thenceforth he kept her goodly company, And learnd her discipline of faith and veritie. But she all vowd vnto the _Redcrosse_ knight, xxxii His wandring perill closely did lament, Ne in this new acquaintaunce could delight, But her deare heart with anguish did torment, And all her wit in secret counsels spent, How to escape. At last in priuie wise To _Satyrane_ she shewed her intent; Who glad to gain such fauour, gan deuise, How with that pensiue Maid he best might thence arise. So on a day when Satyres all were gone, xxxiii To do their seruice to _Syluanus_ old, The gentle virgin left behind alone He led away with courage stout and bold. Too late it was, to Satyres to be told, Or euer hope recouer her againe: In vaine he seekes that hauing cannot hold. So fast he carried her with carefull paine, That they the woods[220] are past, and come now to the plaine. The better part now of the lingring day, xxxiv They traueild had, when as they farre espide A wearie wight forwandring by the way, And towards him they gan in hast to ride, To weet of newes, that did abroad betide, Or tydings of her knight of the _Redcrosse_. But he them spying, gan to turne aside, For feare as seemd, or for some feigned losse; More greedy they of newes, fast towards him do crosse. A silly man, in simple weedes forworne, xxxv And soild with dust of the long dried way; His sandales were with toilesome trauell torne, And face all tand with scorching sunny ray, As he had traueild many a sommers day, Through boyling sands of _Arabie_ and _Ynde_; And in his hand a _Iacobs_ staffe, to stay His wearie limbes vpon: and eke behind, His scrip did hang, in which his needments he did bind. The knight approching nigh, of him inquerd xxxvi Tydings of warre, and of aduentures new; But warres, nor new aduentures none he herd. Then _Vna_ gan to aske, if ought he knew, Or heard abroad of that her champion trew, That in his armour bare a croslet red. Aye me, Deare dame (quoth he) well may I rew To tell the sad sight, which mine eies haue red: These eyes did see that knight both liuing and eke ded.