Ne is there hauke, which mantleth her on pearch, xxxii Whether high towring, or accoasting low, But I the measure of her flight doe search, And all her pray, and all her diet know. Such be our ioyes, which in these forrests grow: Onely the vse of armes, which most I ioy, And fitteth most for noble swayne to know, I haue not tasted yet, yet past a boy, And being now high time these strong ioynts to imploy. Therefore, good Sir, sith now occasion fit xxxiii Doth fall, whose like hereafter seldome[431] may, Let me this craue, vnworthy though of it, That ye will make me Squire without delay, That from henceforth in batteilous array I may beare armes, and learne to vse them right; The rather since[432] that fortune hath this day Giuen to me the spoile of this dead knight, These goodly gilden armes, which I haue won in fight. All which when well Sir _Calidore_ had heard, xxxiv Him much more now, then earst he gan admire, For the rare hope which in his yeares appear’d, And thus replide; Faire[433] chyld, the high desire To loue of armes, which in you doth aspire, I may not certes without blame denie; But rather wish, that some more noble hire, (Though none more noble then is cheualrie,) I had, you to reward with greater dignitie. There him he causd to kneele, and made to sweare xxxv Faith to his knight, and truth to Ladies all, And neuer to be recreant, for feare Of perill, or of ought that might befall: So he him dubbed, and his Squire did call. Full glad and ioyous then young _Tristram_ grew, Like as a flowre, whose silken leaues small, Long shut vp in the bud from heauens vew, At length breakes forth, and brode displayes his smyling hew. Thus when they long had treated to and fro, xxxvi And _Calidore_ betooke him to depart, Chyld _Tristram_ prayd, that he with him might goe On his aduenture, vowing not to start, But wayt on him in euery place and part. Whereat Sir _Calidore_ did much delight, And greatly ioy’d at his so noble hart, In hope he sure would proue a doughtie knight: Yet for the time this answere he to him behight. Glad would I surely be, thou courteous Squire, xxxvii To haue thy presence in my present quest, That mote thy kindled courage set on fire, And flame forth honour in thy noble brest: But I am bound by vow, which I profest To my dread[434] Soueraine, when I it assayd, That in atchieuement of her high behest, I should no creature ioyne vnto mine ayde, For thy I may not graunt, that ye so greatly prayde.