Since then in each mans self (said _Calidore_) xxxi It is, to fashion his owne lyfes estate, Giue leaue awhyle, good father, in this shore To rest my barcke, which hath bene beaten late With stormes of fortune and tempestuous fate, In seas of troubles and of toylesome paine, That whether quite from them for to retrate I shall resolue, or backe to turne againe, I may here with your selfe some small repose obtaine. Not that the burden of so bold a guest xxxii Shall chargefull be, or chaunge to you at all; For your meane food shall be my daily feast, And this your cabin both my bowre and hall. Besides for recompence hereof, I shall You well reward, and golden guerdon giue, That may perhaps you better much withall, And in this quiet make you safer liue. So forth he drew much gold, and toward him it driue. But the good man, nought tempted with the offer xxxiii Of his rich mould, did thrust it farre away, And thus bespake; Sir knight, your bounteous proffer Be farre fro me, to whom ye ill display That mucky masse, the cause of mens decay, That mote empaire my peace with daungers dread. But if ye algates couet to assay This simple sort of life, that shepheards lead, Be it your owne: our rudenesse to your selfe aread. So there that night Sir _Calidore_ did dwell, xxxiv And long while after, whilest him list remaine, Dayly beholding the faire _Pastorell_, And feeding on the bayt of his owne bane. During which time he did her entertaine With all kind courtesies, he could inuent; And euery day, her companie to gaine, When to the field she went, he with her went: So for to quench his fire, he did it more augment. But she that neuer had acquainted beene xxxv With such queint vsage, fit for Queenes and Kings, Ne euer had such knightly seruice seene, But being bred vnder base shepheards wings, Had euer learn’d to loue the lowly things, Did litle whit regard his courteous guize, But cared more for _Colins_ carolings Then all that he could doe, or euer[549] deuize: His layes, his loues, his lookes she did them all despize. Which _Calidore_ perceiuing, thought it best xxxvi To chaunge the manner of his loftie looke; And doffing his bright armes, himselfe addrest In shepheards weed, and in his hand he tooke, In stead of steelehead speare, a shepheards hooke, That who had seene him then, would haue bethought On _Phrygian Paris_ by _Plexippus_ brooke, When he the loue of fayre _Oenone_[550] sought, What time the golden apple was vnto him brought.