VII.

Thereat the fcarcrow wexed wondrous prowd, Through fortune of his first adventure fayre, And with big thundring voice revyld him lowd; "Vile caytive, vaffall of Dread and Defpayre, "Unworthie of the commune breathed ayre, "Why liveft thou, dead dog, a lenger day, "And doeft not unto death thyfelfe prepayre? "Dy, or thyfelfe my captive yield for ay: "Great favour I thee graunt for aunfwere thus "to stay."

VIII.

"Hold, O deare lord, hold your dead-doing "hand,"

Then loud he cryde, " I am your humble thrall." "Ah! wretch," quoth he," thy deftinies with" ftand

"My wrathfull will, and doe for mercy call. "I give thee life; therefore proftrated fall, "And kiffe my stirrup: that thy homage bee." The mifer threw himfelfe as an offall, Streight at his foot in bafe humilitee,

And cleeped him his liege, to hold of him in fee.

IX.

So happy peace they made and faire accord.
Eftfoones this liegeman gan to wexe more bold,
And when he felt the folly of his lord,
In his owne kind he gan himfelfe unfold;
For he was wylie-witted, and growne old
In cunning fleightes and practick knavery.
From that day forth he caft for to uphold
His ydle humour with fine flattery,

And blow the bellowes to his fwelling vanity.

X.

Trompart, fitt man for Braggadochio
To serve at court in view of vaunting eye;
Vain-glorious man, when fluttring wind does
blow

In his light winges, is lifted up to fkye;
The fcorn of knighthood and trew chevalrye,
To thinke without defert of gentle deed,
And noble worth to be advaunced hye;
Such prayfe is fhame; but honour, vertue's meed,
Doth beare the fayreft flowre in honourable feed.

XI.

So forth they pas, a well conforted payre,
Till that at length with Archimage they meet;
Who seeing one, that fhone in armour fayre,
On goodly courfer thondring with his feet,
Eftfoones fuppofed him a perfon meet
Of his revenge to make the inftrument;
For fince the Red-croffe knight he erst did weet
To been with Guyon knitt in one confent,
The ill, which earft to him, he now to Guyon
ment;

XII.

And coming close to Trompart, gan inquere Of him, what mightie warriour that mote bee, That rode in golden cell with single spere, But wanted (word to wreake his enmitee? "He is a great adventurer," faid he, "That hath his sword through hard affay forgone, And now hath vowd, till he avenged bee

"Certes, my lord," said he, " that fhall I foone, "And give you eke good helpe to their decay; "But mote I wifely you advife to doon, "Give no ods to your foes, but doe purvay "Yourfelfe of fword before that bloody day; "For they be two the proweft knights on grownd, "And oft approv'd in many hard affay; "And eke of fureft fteele, that may be fownd, "Doe arme yourselfe against that day, them to "confownd."

"Perdy, Sir knight," faide then th' enchaunter

"Perdy," faid Trompart, " let her pas at will, "Leaft by her prefence daunger more befall; "For who can tell (and fure I feare it ill) "But that fhe is fome powre celestiall? "For whiles the fpake, her great words did appall "My feeble corage, and my heart oppresse, "That yet I quake and tremble over all." "And I," faid Braggadochio," thought no leffe, "When first I heard her horn found with fuch ghaftlineffe.

XLV.

"For from my mother's wombe this grace I have "Me given by eternall Destiny, "That earthly thing may not my corage brave "Difmay with feare, or cause one foot to flye, "But either hellish feends, or powres on hye; "Which was the cause, when earst that horne 1 "heard,

"Weening it had beene thunder in the skye, "I hid my felfe from it, as one affeard, "But when I other knew, my self I boldly reard,

XLVI.

"But now, for feare of worse that may betide,
"Let us foone hence depart." They foone agree:
So to his steed he gott, and gan to ride
As one unfitt therefore, that all might fee
He had not trayned bene in chevalree;
Which well that valiaunt courfer did discerne,
For he defpifd to tread in dew degree,
But chaufd and fomd, with corage fiers and fterne,
And to be cafd of that base burthen still did crne,