All sodainely out of the forrest nere xxiv The Blatant Beast forth rushing vnaware, Caught her thus loosely wandring here and there, And in his wide great mouth away her bare,[443] Crying aloud in vaine,[444] to shew her sad misfare Vnto the Knights, and calling oft for ayde, Who with the horrour of her haplesse care Hastily starting vp,[445] like men dismayde, Ran after fast to reskue the distressed mayde. The Beast with their pursuit incited more, xxv Into the wood was bearing her apace For to haue spoyled her, when _Calidore_ Who was more light of foote and swift in chace, Him ouertooke in middest of his race: And fiercely charging him with all his might, Forst to forgoe his pray there in the place, And to betake him selfe to fearefull flight; For he durst not abide with _Calidore_ to fight. Who nathelesse, when he the Lady saw xxvi There left on ground, though in full euill plight, Yet knowing that her Knight now neare did draw, Staide not to succour her in that affright, But follow’d fast the Monster in his flight: Through woods and hils he follow’d him so fast, That he nould let him breath nor gather spright, But forst him gape and gaspe, with dread aghast, As if his lungs and lites were nigh a sunder brast. And now by this Sir _Calepine_, so hight, xxvii Came to the place, where he his Lady found In dolorous dismay and deadly plight, All in gore bloud there tumbled on the ground, Hauing both sides through grypt with griesly wound. His weapons soone from him he threw away, And stouping downe to her in drery swound, Vprear’d her from the ground whereon she lay, And in his tender armes her forced vp to stay. So well he did his busie paines apply, xxviii That the faint sprite he did reuoke againe, To her fraile mansion of mortality. Then vp he tooke her twixt his armes twaine, And setting on his steede, her did sustaine With carefull hands soft footing[446] her beside, Till to some place of rest they mote attaine, Where she in safe assuraunce mote abide, Till she recured were of those her woundes wide. Now when as _Phœbus_ with his fiery waine xxix Vnto his Inne began to draw apace; Tho wexing weary of that toylesome paine, In trauelling on foote so long a space, Not wont on foote with heauy armes to trace, Downe in a dale forby a riuers syde, He chaunst to spie a faire and stately place, To which he meant his weary steps to guyde, In hope there for his loue some succour to prouyde.