XXV

Her scattred brood,[*] soone as their Parent deare
  They saw so rudely falling to the ground,
  Groning full deadly, all with troublous feare,
  Gathred themselves about her body round, 220
  Weening their wonted entrance to have found
  At her wide mouth:  but being there withstood
  They flocked all about her bleeding wound,
  And sucked up their dying mothers blood,
Making her death their life, and eke her hurt their good. 225

XXVI

That detestable sight him much amazde,
  To see th’ unkindly Impes, of heaven accurst,
  Devoure their dam; on whom while so he gazd,
  Having all satisfide their bloudy thurst,
  Their bellies swolne he saw with fulnesse burst, 230
  And bowels gushing forth:  well worthy end
  Of such as drunke her life, the which them nurst;[*]
  Now needeth him no lenger labour spend,
His foes have slaine themselves, with whom he should contend.[*]

XXVII

His Ladie seeing all that chaunst, from farre 235
  Approcht in hast to greet his victorie,
  And said, Faire knight, borne under happy starre,[*]
  Who see your vanquisht foes before you lye: 
  Well worthie be you of that Armorie,[*]
  Wherin ye have great glory wonne this day, 240
  And proov’d your strength on a strong enimie,
  Your first adventure:  many such I pray,
And henceforth ever wish that like succeed it may.[*]

XXVIII

Then mounted he upon his Steede againe,
  And with the Lady backward sought to wend; 245
  That path he kept which beaten was most plaine,
  Ne ever would to any by-way bend,
  But still did follow one unto the end,
  The which at last out of the wood them brought. 
  So forward on his way (with God to frend)[*] 250
  He passed forth, and new adventure sought;
Long way he travelled, before he heard of ought.

XXIX

At length they chaunst to meet upon the way
  An aged Sire,[*] in long blacke weedes yclad,
  His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray 255
  And by his belt his booke he hanging had;
  Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad,
  And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent,
  Simple in shew, and voyde of malice bad,
  And all the way he prayed, as he went, 260
And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.

XXX

He faire the knight saluted, louting low,
  Who faire him quited, as that courteous was: 
  And after asked him, if he did know
  Of straunge adventures, which abroad did pas. 265
  Ah my deare Sonne (quoth he) how should, alas,
  Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell,
  Bidding his beades all day for his trespas,
  Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell? 
With holy father sits not with such things to mell. 270