Thereto great helpe dame Nature selfe doth lend: ii For some so goodly gratious are by kind, That euery action doth them much commend, And in the eyes of men great liking find; Which others, that haue greater skill in mind, Though they enforce themselues, cannot attaine. For euerie thing, to which one is inclin’d, Doth best become, and greatest grace doth gaine: Yet praise likewise deserue good thewes, enforst with paine. That well in courteous _Calidore_ appeares, iii Whose euery deed and word[415], that he did say, Was like enchantment, that through both the eyes[416], And both the eares[417] did steale the hart away. He now againe is on his former way, To follow his first quest, when as he spyde A tall young man from thence not farre away, Fighting on foot, as well he him descryde, Against an armed knight, that did on horsebacke ryde. And them beside a Ladie faire he saw, iv Standing alone on foot, in foule array: To whom himselfe he hastily did draw, To weet the cause of so vncomely fray, And to depart them, if so be he may. But ere he came in place, that youth had kild That armed knight, that low on ground he lay; Which when he saw, his hart was inly child With great amazement, and his thought with wonder fild. Him stedfastly he markt, and saw to bee v A goodly youth of amiable grace, Yet but a slender slip, that scarse did see Yet seuenteene yeares, but tall and faire of face That sure he deem’d him borne of noble race. All in a woodmans iacket he was clad Of Lincolne[418] greene, belayd with siluer lace; And on his head an hood with aglets sprad, And by his side his hunters horne he hanging had. Buskins he wore of costliest cordwayne, vi Pinckt vpon gold, and paled part per part, As then the guize was for each gentle swayne; In his right hand he held a trembling dart, Whose fellow he before had sent apart; And in his left he held a sharpe borespeare, With which he wont to launch[419] the saluage hart Of many a Lyon, and of many a Beare That first vnto his hand in chase did happen neare. Whom _Calidore_ a while well hauing vewed, vii At length bespake; What[420] meanes this, gentle swaine? Why hath thy hand too bold it selfe embrewed In blood of knight, the which by thee is slaine, By thee no knight; which armes impugneth plaine? Certes (said he) loth were I to haue broken The law of armes; yet breake it should againe, Rather then let my selfe of wight be stroken, So long as these two armes were able to be wroken.