Which when as all the lookers on beheld, xxxv They weened sure the warre was at an end, And Iudges rose, and Marshals of the field Broke vp the listes, their armes away to rend; And _Canacee_ gan wayle her dearest frend. All suddenly they both vpstarted light, The one out of the swownd, which him did blend, The other breathing now another spright, And fiercely each assayling, gan afresh to fight. Long while they then continued in that wize, xxxvi As if but then the battell had begonne: Strokes, wounds, wards, weapons, all they did despise, Ne either car’d to ward, or perill shonne, Desirous both to haue the battell donne; Ne either cared life to saue or spill, Ne which of them did winne, ne which were wonne. So wearie both of fighting had their fill, That life it selfe seemd loathsome, and long safetie ill. Whilst thus the case in doubtfull ballance hong, xxxvii Vnsure to whether side it would incline, And all mens eyes and hearts, which there among Stood gazing, filled were with rufull tine, And secret feare, to see their fatall fine, All suddenly they heard a troublous noyes, That seemd some perilous tumult to desine, Confusd with womens cries, and shouts of boyes, Such as the troubled Theaters oftimes annoyes. Thereat the Champions both stood still a space, xxxviii To weeten what that sudden clamour ment; Lo where they spyde with speedie whirling pace, One in a charet of straunge furniment, Towards them driuing like a storme out sent. The charet decked was in wondrous wize, With gold and many a gorgeous ornament, After the Persian Monarks antique guize, Such as the maker selfe could best by art deuize. And drawne it was (that wonder is to tell) xxxix Of two grim lyons, taken from the wood, In which their powre all others did excell; Now made forget their former cruell mood, T’obey their riders hest, as seemed good. And therein sate a Ladie passing faire And bright, that seemed borne of Angels brood, And with her beautie bountie did compare, Whether of them in her should haue the greater share. Thereto she learned was in Magicke leare, xl And all the artes, that subtill wits discouer, Hauing therein bene trained many a yeare, And well instructed by the Fay her mother, That in the same she farre exceld all other. Who vnderstanding by her mightie art, Of th’euill plight, in which her dearest brother Now stood, came forth in hast[62] to take his part, And pacifie the strife, which causd so deadly smart.