XXXI

But if of daunger which hereby doth dwell,
  And homebred evil ye desire to heare,
  Of a straunge man I can you tidings tell,
  That wasteth all this countrey farre and neare. 
  Of such (said he) I chiefly do inquere, 275
  And shall you well reward to shew the place,
  In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare: 
  For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace,
That such a cursed creature lives so long a space.

XXXII

Far hence (quoth he) in wastfull wildernesse 280
  His dwelling is, by which no living wight
  May ever passe, but thorough great distresse. 
  Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,
  And well I wote, that of your later fight
  Ye all forwearied be:  for what so strong, 285
  But wanting rest will also want of might? 
  The Sunne that measures heaven all day long,
At night doth baite his steedes the Ocean waves emong.

XXXIII

Then with the Sunne take Sir, your timely rest,
  And with new day new worke at once begin:  290
  Untroubled night they say gives counsell best. 
  Right well Sir knight ye have advised bin,
  (Quoth then that aged man;) the way to win
  Is wisely to advise:  now day is spent;
  Therefore with me ye may take up your In[*] 295
  For this same night.  The knight was well content: 
So with that godly father to his home they went.

XXXIV

A little lowly Hermitage it was,
  Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side,
  Far from resort of people, that did pas 300
  In travell to and froe:  a little wyde[*]
  There was an holy Chappell edifyde,
  Wherein the Hermite dewly wont to say
  His holy things each morne and eventyde: 
  Thereby a Christall streame did gently play, 305
Which from a sacred fountaine welled forth alway.

XXXV

Arrived there, the little house they fill,
  Ne looke for entertainement, where none was: 
  Rest is their feast, and all things at their will: 
  The noblest mind the best contentment has. 310
  With faire discourse the evening so they pas: 
  For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,
  And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas,
  He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore
He strowd an Ave-Mary[*] after and before. 315

XXXVI

The drouping Night thus creepeth on them fast,
  And the sad humour[*] loading their eye liddes,
  As messenger of Morpheus[*] on them cast
  Sweet slombring deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes. 
  Unto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes:  320
  Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes,
  He to this study goes, and there amiddes
  His Magick bookes and artes[*] of sundry kindes,
He seekes out mighty charmes, to trouble sleepy mindes.