Here in this bottle (sayd the sory Mayd) xxiv I put the teares of my contrition, Till to the brim I haue it full defrayd: And in this bag which I behinde me don, I put repentaunce for things past and gon. Yet is the bottle leake, and bag so torne, That all which I put in, fals out anon; And is behinde me trodden downe of _Scorne_, Who mocketh all my paine, and laughs the more I mourn. The Infant hearkned wisely to her tale, xxv And wondred much at _Cupids_ iudg’ment wise, That could so meekly make proud hearts auale, And wreake him selfe on them, that him despise. Then suff’red he _Disdaine_ vp to arise, Who was not able vp him selfe to reare, By meanes his leg through his late luckelesse prise, Was crackt in twaine, but by his foolish feare Was holpen vp, who him supported standing neare. But being vp, he lookt againe aloft, xxvi As if he neuer had receiued fall; And with sterne eye-browes stared at him oft, As if he would haue daunted him withall:[527] And standing on his tiptoes, to seeme tall, Downe on his golden feete he often gazed, As if such pride the other could apall; Who was so far from being ought amazed, That he his lookes despised, and his boast dispraized. Then turning backe vnto that captiue thrall, xxvii Who all this while stood there beside them bound, Vnwilling to be knowne, or seene at all, He from those bands weend him to haue vnwound. But when approching neare, he plainely found, It was his owne true groome, the gentle Squire, He thereat wext exceedingly astound, And him did oft embrace, and oft admire, Ne could with seeing satisfie his great desire. Meane while the Saluage man, when he beheld xxviii That huge great foole oppressing th’other Knight, Whom with his weight vnweldy[528] downe he held, He flew vpon him, like a greedy kight Vnto some carrion offered to his sight, And downe him plucking, with his nayles and teeth Gan him to hale, and teare, and scratch, and bite; And from him taking his owne whip, therewith So sore him scourgeth, that the bloud downe followeth. And sure I weene, had not the Ladies cry xxix Procur’d the Prince his cruell hand to stay, He would with whipping, him haue done to dye: But being checkt, he did abstaine streight way, And let him rise. Then thus the Prince gan say; Now Lady sith your fortunes thus dispose, That if ye list haue liberty, ye may, Vnto your selfe I freely leaue to chose, Whether I shall you leaue, or from these villaines lose.