He wedded Gendolyne of roieal sede,
    Upon whose countenance rodde healthe was spreade;
    Bloushing, alyche[30] the scarlette of herr wede,
    She sonke to pleasaunce on the marryage bedde. 
    Eftsoons her peaceful joie of mynde was fledde; 45
    Elstrid ametten with the kynge Locryne;
    Unnombered beauties were upon her shedde,
    Moche fyne, moche fayrer thanne was Gendolyne;
    The mornynge tynge, the rose, the lillie floure,
  In ever ronneynge race on her dyd peyncte theyre powere. 50

    The gentle suyte of Locryne gayned her love;
    Theie lyved soft momentes to a swotie[31] age;
    Eft[32] wandringe yn the coppyce, delle, and grove,
    Where ne one eyne mote theyre disporte engage;
    There dydde theie tell the merrie lovynge sage[33], 55
    Croppe the prymrosen floure to decke theyre headde;
    The feerie Gendolyne yn woman rage
    Gemoted[34] warriours to bewrecke[35] her bedde;
    Theie rose; ynne battle was greete Locryne sleene;
  The faire Elstrida fledde from the enchased[36] queene. 60

    A tye of love, a dawter fayre she hanne,
    Whose boddeynge morneyng shewed a fayre daie,
    Her fadre Locrynne, once an hailie manne. 
    Wyth the fayre dawterre dydde she haste awaie,
    To where the Western mittee[37] pyles of claie 65
    Arise ynto the cloudes, and doe them beere;
    There dyd Elstrida and Sabryna staie;
    The fyrste tryckde out a whyle yn warryours gratch[38] and gear;
    Vyncente was she ycleped, butte fulle soone fate
  Sente deathe, to telle the dame, she was notte yn regrate[39]. 70

    The queene Gendolyne sente a gyaunte knyghte,
    Whose doughtie heade swepte the emmertleynge[40] skies,
    To slea her wheresoever she shulde be pyghte[41],
    Eke everychone who shulde her ele[42] emprize[43]. 
    Swefte as the roareynge wyndes the gyaunte flies, 75
    Stayde the loude wyndes, and shaded reaulmes yn nyghte,
    Stepte over cytties, on meint[44] acres lies,
    Meeteynge the herehaughtes of morneynge lighte;
    Tyll mooveynge to the Weste, myschaunce hys gye[45],
  He thorowe warriours gratch fayre Elstrid did espie. 80

    He tore a ragged mountayne from the grounde,
    Harried[46] uppe noddynge forrests to the skie,
    Thanne wythe a fuirie, mote the erthe astounde[47],
    To meddle ayre he lette the mountayne flie. 
    The flying wolfynnes sente a yelleynge crie; 85
    Onne Vyncente and Sabryna felle the mount;
    To lyve aeternalle dyd theie eftsoones die;
    Thorowe the sandie grave boiled up the pourple founte,
    On a broade grassie playne was layde the hylle,
  Staieynge the rounynge course of meint a limmed[48] rylle. 90