[209] iv 4 wordes _1596_ [210] v 5 win] with _1596_, _1609_ [211] viii 7 mishappen _1590_: mishapen _1596_ [212] ix 2 doolfull _1590_ [213] x 3 honger _1590_ [214] xiv 2 double _1609_ [215] 9 waste _1590_, _1609_ [216] xv 2 Or] Of _1596_, _1609_: If _conj. Hughes_ [217] xxiii 8 nousled _1590_ [218] xxvi 5 fierce and fell] swifte and cruell _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [219] 9 a _om. 1596_: proud _1609_ [220] xxxiii 9 woods] wods _1590_ [221] xxxvii 2 ronne _1590_ [222] xxxviii 8 dronke _1590_ [223] thirsted _1609_ [224] xxxix 7 quoth he] qd. she _1590_ [225] xliii 9 hongred _1590_ [226] xliv 1 fell] full _1590_ [227] xlv 8 thrown: _1590_, _1596_ [228] xlvii 2 fete _1596_ [229] 8 to] two _1596_, _1609_ _Cant. VII._ [Illustration: _The Redcrosse knight is captiue made By Gyaunt proud opprest, Prince Arthur meets with Vna greatly with those newes distrest._ ] What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware, i As to descry the crafty cunning traine, By which deceipt doth maske in visour faire, And cast her colours dyed deepe in graine, To seeme like Truth, whose shape she well can faine, And fitting gestures to her purpose frame,[230] The guiltlesse man with guile to entertaine? Great maistresse of her art was that false Dame, The false _Duessa_, cloked with _Fidessaes_ name. Who when returning from the drery _Night_, ii She fownd not in that perilous house of _Pryde_, Where she had left, the noble _Redcrosse_ knight, Her hoped pray,[231] she would no lenger bide, But forth she went, to seeke him far and wide. Ere long she fownd, whereas he wearie sate, To rest him selfe, foreby a fountaine side, Disarmed all of yron-coted Plate, And by his side his steed the grassy forage ate. He feedes vpon the cooling shade, and bayes iii His sweatie forehead in the breathing wind, Which through the trembling leaues full gently playes Wherein the cherefull birds of sundry kind Do chaunt sweet musick, to delight his mind: The Witch approching gan him fairely greet, And with reproch of carelesnesse vnkind Vpbrayd, for leauing her in place vnmeet, With fowle words tempring faire, soure gall with hony sweet. Vnkindnesse past, they gan of solace treat, iv And bathe in pleasaunce of the ioyous shade, Which shielded them against the boyling heat, And with greene boughes decking a gloomy glade, About the fountaine like a girlond made; Whose bubbling waue did euer freshly well, Ne euer would through feruent sommer fade: The sacred Nymph, which therein wont to dwell, Was out of _Dianes_ fauour, as it then befell.