So there a while they afterwards remained, xlii Him to refresh, and her late wounds to heale: During which space she there as Princess[319] rained, And changing all that forme of common weale, The liberty of women did repeale, Which they had long vsurpt; and them restoring To mens subiection, did true Iustice deale: That all they as a Goddesse her adoring, Her wisedome did admire, and hearkned to her loring. For all those Knights, which long in captiue shade xliii Had shrowded bene, she did from thraldome free; And magistrates of all that city made, And gaue to them great liuing and large fee: And that they should for euer faithfull bee, Made them sweare fealty to _Artegall_. Who when him selfe now well recur’d did see, He purposd to proceed, what so be fall, Vppon his first aduenture, which him forth did call. Full sad and sorrowfull was _Britomart_ xliv For his departure, her new cause of griefe; Yet wisely moderated her owne smart, Seeing his honor, which she tendred chiefe, Consisted much in that aduentures priefe. The care whereof, and hope of his successe Gaue vnto her great comfort and reliefe, That womanish complaints she did represse, And tempred for the time her present heauinesse. There she continu’d for a certaine space, xlv Till through his want her woe did more increase: Then hoping that the change of aire and place Would change her paine, and sorrow somewhat ease, She parted thence, her anguish to appease. Meane while her noble Lord sir _Artegall_ Went on his way, ne euer howre did cease, Till he redeemed had that Lady thrall: That for another Canto will more fitly fall. FOOTNOTES: [310] Arg. 1 _come_ _1609_ [311] vi 9 his wreathed _conj. Church_ [312] xiii 1 seem’, das _1596_ [313] 5 red _1596_ [314] xxi 4 coulst _1596_ [315] xxv 9 _hold_ [316] xxviii 8 tie. _1596_ [317] xxxiv 1 wrathfull _1609_ [318] xxxviii 5 bad] sad _1609_ [319] xlii 3 Princes _1596_ _Cant. VIII._ [Illustration: _Prince Arthure and Sir Artegall, Free Samient from feare: They slay the Soudan, driue his wife, Adicia to despaire._ ] Nought vnder heauen so strongly doth allure i The sence of man, and all his minde possesse, As beauties louely baite, that doth procure Great warriours oft their rigour to represse, And mighty hands forget their manlinesse; Drawne with the powre of an heart-robbing eye, And wrapt in fetters of a golden tresse, That can with melting pleasaunce mollifye Their hardned hearts, enur’d to bloud and cruelty.