Sansfoy:

The eldest of three brethren, all three bred Of one bad sire, whose youngest is Sansjoy, And twixt them both was born the bloudy bold Sansloy.

XXVI

'In this sad plight, friendlesse, unfortunate, Now miserable I Fidessa dwell, Craving of you, in pitty of my state,

To doe none ill, if please ye not doe well.' He in great passion al this while did dwell, More busying his quicke eies, her face to view,

Then his dull eares, to heare what shee did tell;

And said, 'Faire lady, hart of flint would rew The undeserved woes and sorrowes which ye shew.

XXVII

'Henceforth in safe assuraunce may ye rest, Having both found a new friend you to aid, And lost an old foe, that did you molest: Better new friend then an old foe is said.' With chaunge of chear the seeming simple maid

Let fal her eien, as shamefast, to the earth, And yeelding soft, in that she nought gainsaid,

So forth they rode, he feining seemely merth, And shee coy lookes: so dainty, they say, maketh derth.

XXVIII

Long time they thus together traveiled,
Til, weary of their way, they came at last
Where grew two goodly trees, that faire
did spred

Their armes abroad, with gray mosse overcast,

And their greene leaves, trembling with every blast,

Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round:

The fearefull shepheard, often there aghast, Under them never sat, ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe, but shund th' unlucky ground.

XXIX

But this good knight, soone as he them can

spie,

For the coole shade him thither hastly got:

From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot
Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot,
That living creature mote it not abide;
And his new lady it endured not.
There they alight, in hope themselves to
hide

From the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs a tide.

'But how long time,' said then the Elfin knight,

'Are you in this misformed hous to dwell?' 'We may not chaunge,' quoth he, this evill plight

Till we be bathed in a living well;

That is the terme prescribed by the spell.' 'O how,' sayd he, ' mote I that well out find, That may restore you to your wonted well?' 'Time and suffised fates to former kynd Shall us restore; none else from hence may us unbynd.'

XLIV

The false Duessa, now Fidessa hight, Heard how in vaine Fradubio did lament, And knew well all was true. But the good knight

Full of sad feare and ghastly dreriment,

And now it is empassioned so deepe,
For fairest Unaes sake, of whom I sing,
That my frayle eies these lines with teares
do steepe,

To thinke how she through guyleful handeling,