[280] 6 his] her _1590_ [281] xxvii 7 eye _1590_ [282] xxviii 1 handling _1609_ [283] 2 maister] master _1590_ [284] xxix 4 forcibly. _1596_ [285] xxx 2 An] And _1596_ [286] xxxii 8 thrall, _1596_ [287] xxxiii 3 courteous _1590_ [288] 5 sits] fits _1596_, _1609_ [289] xli 7 and _om. 1596_ [290] xliii 3 fie] sie 1590: fye _F. E._ [291] xliv 4 delight] dislike _conj. J. Jortin_ [292] xlvi 7 mishaped _1596_ [293] xlviii 2 write _1596_ [294] l 5 lurket _1596_ _Cant. IX._ [Illustration: _His loues and lignage Arthur tells:[295] The knights knit friendly bands[296]: Sir Treuisan flies from Despayre, Whom Redcrosse knight withstands._ ] O Goodly golden chaine, wherewith yfere i The vertues linked are in lonely wize: And noble minds of yore allyed were, In braue poursuit of cheualrous emprize, That none did others safety despize, Nor aid enuy to him, in need that stands, But friendly each did others prayse deuize[297] How to aduaunce with fauourable hands, As this good Prince redeemd the _Redcrosse_ knight from bands. Who when their powres,[298] empaird through labour long, ii With dew repast they had recured well, And that weake captiue wight now wexed strong, Them list no lenger there at leasure dwell, But forward fare, as their aduentures fell, But ere they parted, _Vna_ faire besought That straunger knight his name and nation tell; Least so great good, as he for her had wrought, Should die vnknown, and buried be in thanklesse thought. Faire virgin (said the Prince) ye me require iii A thing without the compas of my wit: For both the lignage and the certain Sire, From which I sprong, from me are hidden yit. For all so soone as life did me admit Into this world, and shewed heauens light, From mothers pap I taken was vnfit: And streight deliuered to a Faery knight, To be vpbrought in gentle thewes and martiall might. Vnto old _Timon_ he me brought byliue, iv Old _Timon_, who in youthly yeares hath beene In warlike feates th’expertest man aliue, And is the wisest now on earth I weene; His dwelling is low in a valley greene, Vnder the foot of _Rauran_ mossy hore, From whence the riuer _Dee_ as siluer cleene His tombling billowes rolls with gentle rore: There all my dayes he traind me vp in vertuous lore.