Which _Scudamour_ perceiuing, forth issewed iii To haue rencountred him in equall race; But soone as th’other nigh approaching, vewed The armes he bore, his speare he gan abase, And voide his course: at which so suddain case He wondred much. But th’other thus can say; Ah gentle _Scudamour_, vnto your grace I me submit, and you of pardon pray, That almost had against you trespassed this day. Whereto thus _Scudamour_, Small harme it were iv For any knight, vpon a ventrous knight Without displeasance for to proue his spere. But reade you Sir, sith ye my name haue hight, What is your owne, that I mote you requite. Certes (sayd he) ye mote as now excuse Me from discouering you my name aright: For time yet serues that I the same refuse, But call ye me the _Saluage Knight_, as others vse. Then this, Sir _Saluage Knight_ (quoth he) areede; v Or doe you here within this forrest wonne, That seemeth well to answere to your weede? Or haue ye it for some occasion donne? That rather seemes, sith knowen armes ye shonne. This other day (sayd he) a stranger knight Shame and dishonour hath vnto me donne; On whom I waite to wreake that foule despight, When euer he this way shall passe by day or night. Shame be his meede (quoth he) that meaneth shame, vi But what is he, by whom ye shamed were? A stranger knight, sayd he, vnknowne by name, But knowne by fame, and by an Hebene speare, With which he all that met him, downe did beare. He in an open Turney lately held, Fro me the honour of that game did reare; And hauing me all wearie earst, downe feld, The fayrest Ladie reft, and euer since withheld. When _Scudamour_ heard mention of that speare, vii He wist right well, that it was _Britomart_, The which from him his fairest loue did beare. Tho gan he swell in euery inner part, For fell despight, and gnaw his gealous hart, That thus he sharply sayd; Now by my head, Yet is not this the first vnknightly part, Which that same knight, whom by his launce I read, Hath doen to noble knights, that many makes him dread. For lately he my loue hath fro me reft, viii And eke defiled with foule villanie The sacred pledge, which in his faith was left, In shame of knighthood and fidelitie; The which ere long full deare he shall abie. And if to that auenge by you decreed This hand may helpe, or succour ought supplie, It shall not fayle, when so ye shall it need. So both to wreake their wrathes on _Britomart_ agreed.