And as she passed through th’vnruly preace xli Of people, thronging thicke her to behold, Her angrie teame breaking their bonds of peace, Great heapes of them, like sheepe in narrow fold, For hast did ouer-runne, in dust enrould, That thorough rude confusion of the rout, Some fearing shriekt, some being harmed hould, Some laught for sport, some did for wonder shout, And some that would seeme wise, their wonder turnd to dout. In her right hand a rod of peace shee bore, xlii About the which two Serpents weren wound, Entrayled mutually in louely lore, And by the tailes together firmely bound, And both were with one oliue garland crownd, Like to the rod which _Maias_ sonne doth wield, Wherewith the hellish fiends he doth confound. And in her other hand a cup she hild, The which was with Nepenthe to the brim vpfild. Nepenthe is a drinck of souerayne grace, xliii Deuized by the Gods, for to asswage Harts grief, and bitter gall away to chace, Which stirs vp anguish and contentious rage: In stead thereof sweet peace and quiet age[63] It doth establish in the troubled mynd. Few men, but such as sober are and sage, Are by the Gods to drinck thereof assynd; But such as drinck, eternall happinesse do fynd. Such famous men, such worthies of the earth, xliv As _Ioue_ will haue aduaunced to the skie, And there made gods, though borne of mortall berth, For their high merits and great dignitie, Are wont, before they may to heauen flie, To drincke hereof, whereby all cares forepast Are washt away quite from their memorie. So did those olde Heroes hereof taste, Before that they in blisse amongst the Gods were plaste. Much more of price and of more gratious powre xlv Is this, then that same water of Ardenne, The which _Rinaldo_ drunck in happie howre, Described by that famous Tuscane penne: For that had might to change the hearts of men Fro loue to hate, a change of euill choise: But this doth hatred make in loue to brenne, And heauy heart with comfort doth reioyce. Who would not to this vertue rather yeeld his voice? At last arriuing by the listes side, xlvi Shee with her rod did softly smite the raile, Which straight flew ope, and gaue her way to ride. Eftsoones out of her Coch she gan auaile, And pacing fairely forth, did bid all haile, First to her brother, whom she loued deare, That so to see him made her heart to quaile: And next to _Cambell_, whose sad ruefull cheare Made her to change her hew, and hidden loue t’appeare.