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One mother, when as her foolehardie chyld
Did come too neare, and with his talants
play,
Halfe dead through feare, her little babe
revyld,
And to her gossips gan in counsell say;
How can I tell, but that his talants may
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Yet scratch my sonne, or rend his tender
hand?
So diversly themselves in vaine they fray;
Whiles some more bold, to measure him
nigh stand,
To prove how many acres he did spread of land.
XII
Thus flocked all the folke him round about,
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The whiles that hoarie king, with all
his traine,
Being arrived where that champion stout
After his foes defeasance did remaine,
Him goodly greetes, and faire does entertaine
With princely gifts of yvorie and gold,
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And thousand thankes him yeelds for all
his paine.
Then when his daughter deare he does behold,
Her dearely doth imbrace, and kisseth manifold.
XIII
And after to his Pallace he them brings,
With shaumes, and trompets, and with Clarions
sweet; 110
And all the way the joyous people sings,
And with their garments strowes the paved
street:
Whence mounting up, they find purveyance
meet
Of all that royall Princes court became,
And all the floore was underneath their
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Bespred with costly scarlot of great name,[*]
On which they lowly sit, and fitting purpose frame.[*]
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What needs me tell their feast and goodly guize,[*]
In which was nothing riotous nor vaine?
What needs of dainty dishes to devize,
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Of comely services, or courtly trayne?
My narrow leaves cannot in them containe
The large discourse of royall Princes
state.
Yet was their manner then but bare and
plaine:
For th’ antique world excesse and
pride did hate; 125
Such proud luxurious pompe is swollen up but late.
XV
Then when with meates and drinkes of every kinde
Their fervent appetites they quenched
had,
That auncient Lord gan fit occasion finde,
Of straunge adventures, and of perils
sad, 130
Which in his travell him befallen had,
For to demaund of his renowmed guest:
Who then with utt’rance grave, and
count’nance sad,
From point to point, as is before exprest,
Discourst his voyage long, according his request.
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Great pleasures mixt with pittiful regard,
That godly King and Queene did passionate,
Whiles they his pittifull adventures heard,
That oft they did lament his lucklesse
state,
And often blame the too importune fate,
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That heaped on him so many wrathfull wreakes:
For never gentle knight, as he of late,
So tossed was in fortunes cruell freakes;
And all the while salt teares bedeawd the hearers
cheaks.