So soone as she with that braue Britonesse iii Had left that Turneyment for beauties prise, They trauel’d long, that now for wearinesse, Both of the way, and warlike exercise, Both through a forest ryding did deuise T’alight, and rest their wearie limbs awhile. There heauie sleepe the eye-lids did surprise Of _Britomart_ after long tedious toyle, That did her passed paines in quiet rest assoyle. The whiles faire _Amoret_, of nought affeard, iv Walkt through the wood, for pleasure, or for need; When suddenly behind her backe she heard One rushing forth out of the thickest weed, That ere she backe could turne to taken heed, Had vnawares her snatched vp from ground[115]. Feebly she shriekt, but so feebly indeed, That _Britomart_ heard not the shrilling sound, There where through weary trauel she lay sleeping sound. It was to weet a wilde and saluage man, v Yet was no man, but onely like in shape, And eke in stature higher by a span, All ouergrowne with haire, that could awhape An hardy hart, and his wide mouth did gape With huge great teeth, like to a tusked Bore: For he liu’d all on rauin and on rape Of men and beasts; and fed on fleshly gore, The signe whereof yet stain’d his bloudy lips afore. His neather lip was not like man nor beast, vi But like a wide deepe poke, downe hanging low, In which he wont the relickes[116] of his feast, And cruell spoyle, which he had spard, to stow: And ouer it his huge great nose did grow, Full dreadfully empurpled all with bloud; And downe both sides two wide long eares did glow, And raught downe to his waste, when vp he stood, More great then th’eares of Elephants by _Indus_ flood. His wast was with a wreath of yuie greene vii Engirt about, ne other garment wore: For all his haire was like a garment seene; And in his hand a tall young oake he bore, Whose knottie snags were sharpned all afore, And beath’d in fire for steele to be in sted. But whence he was, or of what wombe ybore, Of beasts, or of the earth, I haue not red: But certes was with milke of Wolues and Tygres fed. This vgly creature in his armes her snatcht, viii And through the forrest bore her quite away, With briers and bushes all to rent and scratcht; Ne care he had, ne pittie of the pray, Which many a knight had sought so many a day. He stayed not, but in his armes her bearing Ran, till he came to th’end of all his way, Vnto his caue farre from all peoples hearing, And there he threw her in, nought feeling, ne nought fearing.