[233] 8 wexed _1590_ [234] 9 did] do _1590_ [235] vi 3 glas, _1596_ [236] ix 7 women] wemen _1590_ [237] xi 4 hopelesse; _1590_, _1596_ [238] xii 9 stoond _1590_ [239] xiii 4 bollet _1590_ [240] 8 smok _1590_ [241] xiv 1 knight _1596_ [242] xviii 4, braught _1590_ [243] xviii 5 naught _1590_ [244] xx 3 the] that _1590_ [245] xxi 1 newes, _1590 &c._ [246] xxii 9 sight _om. 1590_ [247] xxv 9 feare _1596_ [248] xxxii 2 bounch _1590_ [249] 6 Selinis _1596_ [250] 8 Whose] Her _1590_ [251] xxxiii 3 steeld _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [252] xxxvi 1 seeme] seene _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [253] xxxvii 5 faire, _1590_, _1596_ [254] 7 trample] amble _1590_ [255] 8 chauft] chanst _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [256] xxxviii 9 enmoud _1590_ [257] xlii 5 faire _1590_, _1596_ [258] 6 inquere _1590_ [259] xliii 4 whiles _1590_ [260] 5 runne] come _1590_: ronne _F. E._ [261] 9 _Gebons_ _1596_, _1609_ [262] xlvii 3 hand _1590_: _corr. F. E._ [263] xlviii 9 haue you] haue yee _1590_ [264] xlix 2 languor _1590_ _Cant. VIII._ [Illustration: _Faire virgin to redeeme her deare brings Arthur to the fight: Who slayes the Gyant[265], wounds the beast, and strips Duessa quight._ ] Ay me, how many perils doe enfold i The righteous man, to make him daily fall? Were not, that heauenly grace doth him vphold, And stedfast truth acquite him out of all. Her loue is firme, her care continuall, So oft as he through[266] his owne foolish pride, Or weaknesse is to sinfull bands made thrall: Else should this _Redcrosse_ knight in bands haue dyde, For whose deliuerance she this Prince doth thither guide. They sadly traueild thus, vntill they came ii Nigh to a castle builded strong and hie: Then cryde the Dwarfe, lo yonder is the same, In which my Lord my liege doth lucklesse lie, Thrall to that Gyants hatefull tyrannie: Therefore, deare Sir, your mightie powres assay. The noble knight alighted by and by From loftie steede, and bad the Ladie stay, To see what end of fight should him befall that day. So with the[267] Squire, th’admirer of his might, iii He marched forth towards that castle wall; Whose gates he found fast shut, ne liuing wight To ward the same, nor answere commers call. Then tooke that Squire an horne of bugle small, Which hong adowne his side in twisted gold, And tassels gay. Wyde wonders ouer all Of that same hornes great vertues weren told, Which had approued bene in vses manifold.