[48] vii 4 skill] sill _1596_ [49] viii 4 disaduaunce, _1596_ [50] 8 avengement _1609_ [51] ix 6 n’ote] not _1596_ [52] 9 of] at _1609_ [53] xviii 2 so deadly was it ment _1609_ [54] xix 5 bend, _1609_ [55] 6 souse auoydes, it _1609_ [56] xx 2 recover _1609_ [57] xxiii 7 teene, _1596_ [58] xxv 6 strooke _1609 passim_ [59] xxvi 1 blowes, _1596_ [60] xxix 2 waste _1609_ [61] xxxiii 6 sword _1609_ [62] xl 8 haste _1609 passim_ [63] xliii 5 quiet-age _Morris_ [64] xlvii 7 restraine, _1596_ [65] l 3 To] Too _1596_ _Cant. IIII._ [Illustration: _Satyrane makes a Turneyment For loue of Florimell: Britomart winnes the prize from all, And Artegall doth quell._ ] It often fals, (as here it earst befell) i That mortall foes doe turne to faithfull frends, And friends profest are chaungd to foemen fell: The cause of both, of both their minds depends,[68] And th’end of both likewise of both their ends. For enmitie, that of no ill proceeds, But of occasion, with th’occasion ends; And friendship, which a faint affection breeds Without regard of good, dyes like ill grounded seeds. That well (me seemes) appeares, by that of late ii Twixt _Cambell_ and Sir _Triamond_ befell, As als[69] by this, that now a new debate Stird vp twixt _Scudamour_[70] and _Paridell_, The which by course befals me here to tell: Who hauing those two other Knights espide Marching afore, as ye remember well, Sent forth their Squire to haue them both descride, And eke those masked Ladies riding them beside. Who backe returning, told as he had seene, iii That they were doughtie knights of dreaded name; And those two Ladies, their two loues vnseene; And therefore wisht them without blot or blame, To let them passe at will, for dread of shame. But _Blandamour_ full of vainglorious spright, And rather stird by his discordfull Dame, Vpon them gladly would haue prov’d his might, But that he yet was sore of his late lucklesse fight. Yet nigh approching, he them fowle bespake, iv Disgracing them, him selfe thereby to grace, As was his wont, so weening way to make To Ladies loue, where so he came in place, And with lewd termes their louers to deface. Whose sharpe prouokement them incenst so sore, That both were bent t’auenge his vsage base, And gan their shields addresse them selues afore: For euill deedes may better then bad words be bore.