English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
So being clad, vnto the fields he went xxxvii
With the faire _Pastorella_ euery day,
And kept her sheepe with diligent attent,
Watching to driue the rauenous Wolfe away,
The whylest at pleasure she mote sport and play;
And euery euening helping them to fold:
And otherwhiles for need, he did assay
In his strong hand their rugged teats to hold,
And out of them to presse the milke: loue so much could.
Which seeing _Coridon_, who her likewise xxxviii
Long time had lou’d, and hop’d her loue to gaine,
He much was troubled at that straungers guize,
And many gealous thoughts conceiu’d in vaine,
That this of all his labour and long paine
Should reap the haruest, ere it ripened were,
That made him scoule, and pout, and oft complaine
Of _Pastorell_ to all the shepheards there,
That she did loue a stranger swayne then him more dere.
And euer when he came in companie, xxxix
Where _Calidore_ was present, he would loure,
And byte his lip, and euen for gealousie
Was readie oft his owne hart to deuoure,
Impatient of any paramoure:
Who on the other side did seeme so farre
From malicing, or grudging his good houre,
That all he could, he graced him with her,
Ne euer shewed signe of rancour or of iarre.
And oft, when _Coridon_ vnto her brought xl
Or litle sparrowes, stolen from their nest,
Or wanton squirrels, in the woods farre sought,
Or other daintie thing for her addrest,
He would commend his guift, and make the best.
Yet she no whit his presents did regard,
Ne him could find to fancie in her brest:
This newcome shepheard had his market mard.
Old loue is litle worth when new is more prefard.
One day when as the shepheard swaynes together xli
Were met, to make their sports and merrie glee,
As they are wont in faire sunshynie weather,
The whiles their flockes in shadowes shrouded bee,
They fell to daunce: then did they all agree,
That _Colin Clout_[551] should pipe as one most fit;
And _Calidore_ should lead the ring, as hee
That most in _Pastorellaes_ grace did sit.
Thereat frown’d _Coridon_, and his lip closely bit.
But _Calidore_ of courteous inclination xlii
Tooke _Coridon_, and set him in his place,
That he should lead the daunce, as was his fashion;
For _Coridon_ could daunce, and trimly trace.
And when as _Pastorella_, him to grace,
Her flowry garlond tooke from her owne head,
And plast on his, he did it soone displace,
And did it put on _Coridons_ in stead:
Then _Coridon_ woxe frollicke, that earst seemed dead.
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