MORIOMACHIA. Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford. 1613. TO THE MOST HAPPY AND GLORIOUS constellation of brotherhood, together with the trinall knot of the most honourable family of the Howards, Robert Anton sacrificeth this new borne babe of his humble duty, wishing an everlasting motion of happiness both the them, and that Honourable house (* ⁎ *) RIght Honourable branches of a fair and spreading faily, under whose shades my best fortunes ruminate, I have thought good to unite you all in a whole piece, whom envious time cannot make merchandise in parcels. (to conjoin you:) which to disjoin, were a sin as deep as a Lawyer's pate in Term time, that sings no song but De profundis. I honour that musical consent of fraternity, and hold it not inferior to Pythagoras his harmony: let this modicum of superfluous minutes crave but the privilege of a Servingman, and wear the cloth of your favour. Semel in anno ridet Apollo: Serious hours and grave designs must needs laugh, and amongst them, my studies at this time, are turned merry Greek. I writ them in Dog days, and they must needs bite: but what? not virtue, not honour, not nobility: but error, ignorance, and that pest-house of the time (foppery.) But what I would speak, silence shall be my Attorney, and plead both for times reformation, and your perpetual happiness. Your honours devoted servant, Robert Anton. To the uncapable Reader. Give place, Ass-crapart, Start back, A noisome Giant, whom Anus King of Pedolia, beat out of his Kingdom. Tatifart, Colebrond, be a by-stander: For here comes to fight The Fairies fair Knight, cleped Pheander, To conquer full soon The man of the Moon, Sir Archmoriander. The truth of which Battle, This Book well can that tell to each Understander, Unless that he be, As some men are, (we see) a Goose or a Gander. By which his rare works He gives secret iurkes: he one day shall wander, Though yet he privy lurks: Against the big Turks to be a Commander. I mean, thou shalt worke-ny To conquer the Turke-hy, Notorious Pheander. Until when, let no man, Of this Knight of the § For being without a wife, he may be as honest as honourable. woman, speak evil or slander. ¶ Moriomachia. ABout that time of the year, when sylvan Pan pipes Roundelays, and nimble satires frisk about the timely Palms, old Titan turned swaggerer, and reveld in the Taverns of the earth so late, that he durst not appear to a Lantern, (fearing the rough examination of a Rugged watch, and the dogged authority of a common jailor) before the fresh Aurora fetched him forth with a fiery face, and allayed his high colour with the cool morning's dew. Then Fairy Nymphs turned Milkmaids, and took pleasure in dandling the dug. The Fairy Queen herself at that time disposed to recreation (and to try her huswifry) accompanied her attendant train to their accustomed haunt: which was to a rare and delicate pleasure-fitting meadow, most copious, & neatly furnished with divers proper bellowing Bulls, and many comely courteous gentle Cows, where every pretty Elf betook her to her several task, to provide Milk for Ale possets, to welcome home at night their overwearyed Knights in Arms. No Art in arms gives Fairy Knights content, Unless they have their ladies sweet consent. The Fairy Queen not acquainted with such rustic Dairy, most unfortunately (but more Cockney like) by chance happened on a meek and loving Bull. She (poor Lady) thinking he had been a reasonable creature, made him low curtsy, and fairly entreated him, to yield his consent to be quiet and gentle, until she had finished her Milking. And so takes the Teat in her slender hand, (which was somewhat too gross for her fine fingers,) she (kind Madam) drew many a dry draft. Good Lady she did seldom use to milk, Or touch s things as were not clad in silk. The poor understanding beast proud of his Milke-mayd, seemed not so much as once to stir, fearing to hinder what she did intend, but stood most loying and kindly to her. When she began to perceive her own mistake, and withal observing the strange and unusual courtesy of the beast towards her, she pitied his present estate, and immediately called a council of her Nymphs about her, where all generally yielded their voices, and concluded, to have him transformed into the habit and shape of a man, but still to retain his brave beastly courage, wherewith he might in time (by the assistance of his stars) be ranked in eminency with the gallant seeming Courtier, the valorous heir of a gouty Usurer, or at least, with the Farmers proper Gentlemanlike son. And for his qualities and manners (having so excellent a Tutres) he already was able to keep the company of a Mere Scholar, a bold Bailiff, or a brawny fisted Mechanic: so being provident of his welfare in pursuit of Knightly adventures, she suited him in an Ass' skin impenetrable, made after the newest fashion, and entitled him, Tom Pheander, the maiden Knight her Champion. The Ass did wear a Biggin being young, Which kept his ears from growing overlong. And for that she would at first let him understand the general dangers of a Knight errant, she put him in a weatherbeaten Bark with tottered sails, freighting it with a whole firkin of valour, and so exposed him to the Sea and fortune, who with the favourable wind of her Fan, drove him with safety upon the coasts of Morotopia, even at the mouth of a river, where grew a goodly Vinegar tree, which was very sharply besieged with fat & large ourgrowne Salmon (between whom for this long time, hath been mortal war, and waste, by fire and knife) where he so valiantly bestirred himself, that he raised the siege, and recovered the tree, which he carefully preserves with a garrison of Fairies, by reason of the abundance of Vinegar it yields, which he found would be very commodious in his Turkish wars, as well to cool his double dags, as also to make sauce to eat the hearts of all such Turks as he should chance to kill. So traveling up into that country, as he passed through a village, he espied two men threshing out Corn in a Barn, which struck him into amazement, so that he stood as mute as a politic Drunkard, to see them beat one against the other with their flails; But taking them to be Knights enchanted, he addressed himself towards them, and said, Fair Knights, remember yourselves, and call to mind your former estates, resume your noble spirits, and be not thus overborne with Necromantic spells. One of them looking up, said, Honest man, be gone: for thy fool speeches hinder our work, and our Dame will be very angry, if our days task be not finished at night. (Quoth the Fairy Champion) Mistake me not, gentle Sirs: for fortune hath sent me hither, to ease and release you both from these Magical charms, if I may but see or speak with that damned Magician. Marry Sir, my Dame and Marian are both within, and Marian is even just now a charming: and if you will go in & speak with her, you shall. (Quoth the Fairy Champion) With all my heart. So in he leads him to the Milkhouse, where Marian was charming butter. As soon as he espied her, he said, Aha, have I found thee at thy charm, thou fowl Enchantress? I speak to thee that keepest Knights in servile slavery. I'll dissolve your Charms and Circles, your Invocations and Incantations: and so takes the Charm & Cheesefats, and throws them about the house. Which Marian seeing, she cried out for help, to save her from the mad man: when presently one of the servants of the house came with a cudgel, and there began a fearful fray. Why dost thou beat this courteous Knight, thou swain? Chud ha' him catch his (woodcock) wit again. But Marian, like a wise Stickler or moderator, reconciled them with a composition of sour whey, where each drank to other, and so parted loving friends. Now being in a strange country, and altogether unacquainted with the wares and passages, or how to bend his course, straggling here and there (the weather being exceeding hot, After honour. and he extreme thirsty) at length he inquired of harvest people, entreating their directions where he might get drink: who very courteously showed him a plain beaten way, leading to a Nobleman's house not far off. The Fairy Champion put on a bold sharp face, went to the Nobleman's house, and desired the Butler to give him a cup of his giving drink. But the Butler (as the custom is) churlishly denied him, and bid him be gone, for that he had not any charity, much less commission, to give any thing to such an able wandering fellow as he was, bidding him go look for work amongst harvest folks, and take pains for his living. Whereupon the Fairy Champion, like a valiant sturdy Beggar, took the Butler by the brains, & dashed his heels against the wall, made corks to stop Ale-bottles of his bones, & threw them into his Buttery, for all succeeding Butlers (that were not boon companions) to, take example. He took his brains from forth his head before, Else sore Kibe-heels, perhaps, had made him roar. So he drank up all the beer in the Buttery, before he could quench his intolerable thirst: for the house was not then so well furnished as at other times, by reason there was no household: for the Lord and his Lady were gone up to Moropolis to take physic, & see the newest fashion at Court. Thus he proceeded on his intended journey, and after he had gone twenty miles or thereabouts, he began to find a fainting in himself, and felt his guts shrink together like burnt parchment, yet he took as good courage as necessity useth to drive men to, in such a case, and ere long, by good hap he espied not far off, a very fair new built house, with many goodly turrets and battlements, and whole clusters of chimneys more than need required, for that he could not see any use of those that were needful, in regard there was not any Tobacco stirring amongst them, which argued there was but little good fellowship: therefore his heart waxed cold; yet he went and knocked at the gate, but all in vain: for there was not any within to give him answer, but only Spiders: for all the Rats and Mice were either gone, or else starved with that extreme dearth. O Champion fair, what ill did thee befall, To be deceived? it was no Hospital. It fortuned, as he was thus standing at the gate, a husbandman of a near neighbouring village, came by and asked the Fairy Champion what he would have there. Sir, qd. the Fairy Champion, I am a traveler without money, and altogether without any acquaintance, but only Hunger and Thirst, & this place afar off promised relief to such wantfull travelers as I am. O Zur (quoth the husbandman) the see how you ma be deceived: but come and go along with me, to such victuals as old Madge my wife has puruided for my dinner, and I'm sure ye shall be welcome to hur with all hur heart. Sir (quoth the Fairy Champion) I rest much bound to your love, and will embrace your kind offer to go along with you. The honest plain country man in charity mild, took up at the gate, this poor fatherless child. But I pray, sir, tell me: what Gentleman owes this fair house where you found me knocking? (quoth the husbandman) Zuerly sur, he is no Gentleman, vor he is a Knight, and my Londlord too, marry, and now both he and my Londlady lie in the zitty, a vollowing a lawing matters, and they zay a has zitch an intercate troubling vowle zute, 'tis a shame to zee it, and that it is great chance whether a conere get out on't or no: warrant a has not been here in our country this twelvemonth and more, burlady, come the time: but I would to God a were here warrant me, vor we mist a great deal of good cheer, and dancing, and sport at Kursmas, zince my old Londlord his father died. Well, God rest his soul, for a was the best hondler of a long whip in all our country: nay I may tell you, a has not left his mate behind him: and cham zore a veard we zhall near ha' zuch another man as he was, for a would be so yarly up a mornings to vother his zhéepe himself, as 'twas wondervull: and Lord, a would tell zich a company of old vables, a money would be the better to be in his company. Chée ha heard him zay, that his vather turned him out a doors when a was a little boy, to zéeke his vortune's, with one poor single groat, all in three Hapences, in his purse: but by my vaith chée know not how a got it: but I'm zuer a died a mizerable rich mon. I wonder (quoth the Fairy Champion) much, that your Landlord being no Gentleman, could come to be a Knight! (quoth the Husbandman) Chee ha' oftentimes heard him zay, that it cost him well and vanordly vor it, I may tell you. When the Fairy Champion understood, there were more ways than one to attain to a Knightship, he held himself in the most fortunatest place of the earth; for in the Fairy land they only have it by desert: & on the sudden he grew to such an exceeding height of ambition, that with all haste he would be gone, and to that purpose took leave of the Husbandman, who (as it appeared) was high Constable of the hundred, by reason he went to the parish Clarke, & caused him to make a pass for the security of Tom Pheander the Fairy Champion in his travels, wherein he charged all the petty Constables within the hamlets of his hundred, to aid and resist the Fairy Champion against any one whatsoever, that should seem to stay, defend, or any way distribute him in his journey, but suffer him to pass quietly without any of their tolerations. And although the Passport was written by the hand of an old Wood-hen, (one would have thought) if Hens had had hands, yet the countenance of a Magistrates hand at it bore it out, & made it carry meat in the mouth. So he thanked him for all his good cheer and much kindness, and departed in pursuit of the fortunes he aimed at, which was to be a Knight at the least. When he began to come near the heart of the Island, he heard of the rich and flourishing City of Moropolis; thitherward he repaired with what expedition he could devise, and drawing within sight of it, he met in the way a proper tall trading Gentlewoman, set out after the finest fashion of new devices, with a white loose body in a strait black Gown, hooped about with the flexible bones of a slender Whale: the crown of her Cap was so deep in band, that it durst not scarce peep out to be seen: her Mask came down to the tip of her nose, and her chin tied up with a laced clout (or handkerchief,) as if she were iawe-falne. Her obsequious Usher, was a little lean fellow, with a fair smooth cloak, whose fine thread was not ashamed to show itself to the uttermost: by his side he wore a long sword, which was so quarrelsome, that it would draw upon any thing it me withal: for the chape was worn out in drawing on the ground, not much unlike a Monkey going upright on his hinder legs, drawing his tail after him. You do not much in your simile fail: For he was an Usher unto a Wagtail. This Sir Pandarus, was ushering his Lump of food and raiment, For he had no wages. three Miles from the City, towards the diseased broken Chambers in a Brothel, to give meeting with the wise profuse first fruits (or heir) of a rich Broker, whose extorting Interest money did so trouble the Use of his memory, at the very last hour of his death, that he died without bequeathing the least spark of wit to his soon, amongst his great patrimony; for he had not the time to remember the least College of poor Scholars, nor the meanest Hospital of diseased people. He might have left something, although but little, To cure his sons diseases in a spital. This parcel of Sin, going towards the place of action, to meet her Money-Paramour, had an Iceland dog newly shorn, which was going along with her, and being in the fields, the dog fetch't his courses to and again afar off, so that she was fearful of losing him, and with a loud shrill voice, she called him by the name of Lyon. Which the Fairy Champion hearing, and withal seeing the dog run towards her, he thought she had cried out to save her from the Lion, and therefore drew his sword, and speedily ran to aid the overpressed virgin, according to the oath and office of an arrant Knight. When Tom Pheander espied this dogged Lion, He drew his sword, and ran, till he was nigh on. And coming to her, he said, Fear not, fair sweeting, the outrage of this cruel ravening beast: for I will keep you from any evil whatsoever may betide you, that hereafter, Historiographers shall, Romanlike, stuff out my valiant acts, with the bombast of their perpetual Inkhorns. The dog coming near her, began to leap and fawn, and licked her hand: which the Fairy Champion seeing, said, Now do I well perceive, that you are a most spotless miraculous maid: for that you are armed with the armour of pure honesty, against the insatiety of this all-devouring Cannibal. Pheander showed his judgement was but poor, To call her maid, that was a common () Although he spoke seriously to his own understanding, thinking indeed it had been a Lion: yet she (who scorned the name of a maid at those years) thought (as well she might) that he had laughed her to scorn, & derided her with scoffs; and therefore with her hand, she suddenly bashed him on the lips, that the very blood sprang from his teeth: which flirt he accepted as a token of great favour from her bounteous fist, and with his handkerchief sponged the blood from his mouth, which he said he would keep as a perpetual remembrance, given by the hand of a fair virtuous virgin. With which speeches she grew so exceeding angry, and was so highly incensed against him, that she commanded Sir Panderus to set upon him with his long sword: which he refused to do, being daunted with the fear of having his profession questioned. A guilty conscience sometimes keeps in awe That thing, which else would not be curbed by law. The Fairy Champion seeing there were no further adventures, fitting the worths of a Knight errant, he quietly departs, & addresses himself into that much renowned City of Moropolis, where he purposed to spend some time about the City, to learn a generous carriage of himself: and, for that he would avoid to be deemed an Intelligencer to some foreign State, he altogether abandoned Ord'naryes, and Taverns, and would not at any time seem to intrude himself into the company of those that understood much, but took a Poetical Sculler, (whose swift Muse borrowed the Poets pretty Nag Pegasus to ride post: and coming short of his journey, Mariners seldom good Horsemen. he brought him home pitifully Spur-galed) and so crossed the water to visit the Bears, and Puppet plays, the tall Dutchman, the woman Tumbler, the dead skin of a strange living Fish, the Calf with two heads, whose two mouths had devoured more hay, than his one stomach could digest, so that it lies yet in his belly as fresh, as when he first eat it, without putrefaction, as may be seen. He likewise noted a very strange thing, which was, a Blind man led through every street of Moropolis by a staff, which had eaten so much Garlic, that he could follow it by the smell. And truly, many more great observations he had gotten from amongst the Motion-mongers of Ninivy and Babylon, so that now he had sufficient experience to maintain an argument by Parrattisme after dinner or supper, with such ordinary company, as use to make great talk of their small travels. As their journey by Land from Burmooda to Tunis, And their Voyage by Sea, o'er the Alps to Venice. And now having furnished himself with some reasonable store of coin, which he had won at the excellent, and most ingenious games of Pigeon-holes, and Trap, he put his fortunes on towards the Morotopian Court, where it pleased the Pages of the Nobility to do him much favour, and the Ladies to grace him with the honour of Knightshéepe. The Lady laid the sword upon his shoulder: He arose, and swore to beat her foes to powder. For which he was (Anabaptistically) created or nominated (at thirty years of age) Sir Tom Pheander, the Maiden Knight, or Fairy Champion, otherwise, The Knight of the Sun, otherwise, The Knight of the Burning Pestle. And but that he was most notoriously known to be a mere natural subject, the mutiplicity of his names & additions might have brought him in suspicion, to be apprehended for some seducing Spy, or at least, a Knight of the Post. When the Fairy Queen understood by the invisible Attendant, which she sent with him in his travels, of his grace in Court with Lords, his sometimes desired company of Ladies, and the general love and laughter of his jollity, and Natural conceits from the vulgar, He oftentimes showed good pastime of body: The whole Globe did think him a counterfeit Noddy. She forthwith provided him a rich Coat-armour enchanted, which had these properties: that whatsoever he was (at any time) that put it on his back, should not need to fear any terrible thing whatsoever, under the degree of a Crabtrée Cudgel, & whensoever he should look in a glass, with the Helmet on his head, he should be instantly so wise, that he should be for that time always opposite to a fool. This Coat-armour was of a singular proof, chequered Motley, Vert and Argent, party per Pale, ribbed with rows of Gules and Or▪ from the very Gorget to the skirts. The Helmet was of the same, on which was a device of four faces, resembling the four winds. In the midst of those faces were raised little mounts, appearing like Noses, on which stood pretty conceited Windmills, which in the going made as pleasant a sound, as curious Falcons Bells. On the Crest was advanced the Neck, Head, & Comb, of a bloody crested Cock, betokening true valour even after death. Wit ebbed from his Noddle like floods from a Rock, Which made her provide him the comb of a Cock. This complete Coat-armour was committed by the Fairy Queen unto the trust and care of Madam Moriana (a Fairy Lady) to be with all speedy expedition conveyed to her worthy merry Champion, the (now) Knight of the Sun. Madame Moriana seemed to hasten, and with all possible speed dispatched messengers with the greatest expedition that might be, and (Ladylike) made a goodly show of that she never purposed, giving the Messenger direction to hasten to the Morotopian Court, and there inquire after one Sir Archmoriander Dunce-ll dell Cynthia, the Knight of the Moon, her Knight, to whom true reason had far engaged her love and due respect, in freing her from the outrage of Andromago a monstrous, strong and terrible little Giant: and thus it was. Madame Moriana, upon a time, walking in an evening (as the custom is in Fairy Land) down in a green valley, wherein Nature had seated a most pleasant Grove, so fit for private recreation and delightful excercise that Art itself could not devise a more curious frame: thither she often walked without neglect, or missing the lest minute of her accustomed hour, who (by her often recourse thither) was espied by Andromago, a mighty huge and choleric pygmy Giant. He was a full half yard broad betwixt the eyes, and almost eighteen inches by the rule (wanting but the breadth of a super-fine wire) from the crown to the heel, and the rest of his body proportionable accordingly. This monstrous grim-looking Giant, knowing Moriana's usual hours of resort to the Grove, ambushed himself in a very great Thicket, (in the middle way) growing on the side of a high cloud-pearcing Molehill. The fashion of the country is, that the Nobles and Gentry of ancient houses, have their Arms portrayed in a small Escutcheon, which they evermore bear before them, to the end they may be known from private persons, and that the thronging multitude may give way, when they approach near; whereas otherwise, they could not have that due respect which belongs to them, in regard it is a warlike nation, and subject to Insurrections: THerefore for that they may be ever in a readiness upon any domestic war, all go ready armed with Masks and Mufflers. Now had Andromago the Giant, with his Fawchion, lopped down the great arm of an Eglantine tree, where he (Salisberry plain like) looked through, to see the passing by of Moriana, whom at length he espied coming alone afar off, towards her wont place of recreation. And drawing near within the apprehension of his eye, he was well assured it was she, and knew her by the Escutcheon she carried before her, wherein was charged in chief, a half Moon Gules, in a jagged cloud Sables, and the lower (or back) charge was, three Drops Or, under a Fess Argent. This coat she gave, which was the most ancientest in all the Fairy Land, and ever continued hereditary to the heirs female of that house. When she was come near the Thicket, Andromago watched his fit opportunity, and suddenly rushed out like a Snake from a hedge, leaping thirty inches by the rod, and caught her in his arms, and with very joy of his prey, roared like a Bull of eight days old, This hideous yell so affrighted the poor Lady, that she was ever after troubled with a kind of Falling sickness. So leading her along as his prisoner, towards a Castle he had not far off, which was double grated with huge Iron bars, not much unlike the mighty strong Barricaded windows of a monstrous overgrown Mousetrap: wherein he had imprisoned many ancient tooth-wanting Ladies, and fed them with nothing but hard candied sweetmeats, and the sourest juice of the sweetest Grape. It was Sr. archmoriander's good hap, to take his way through the Fairy Land, homewards from his travels, who had been amongst the barbarous Brasillians, to see the fashion of the country, & also to learn the nature of the people, by a most happy chance, he met the poor captived Lady, led by the hand of his ugly Monster, who was near as high as the ladies girdle, which compassed her delicate waste seven times, besides the knot. The sudden appearance of the Giant to Sir Archmoriander (for he had never seen in all his travels and adventures the like creature before) struck him into such a shaking palsy, that he could very hardly stand still on his legs, He would have been gone. yet he took an indifferent strong heart, and addressed himself towards the Giant, with a sweet quavering voice, saying: Thou most monstrous and huge diminutive of nature, which hast always been an enemy to Ladies, I advise thee surrender thy prisoner into my hands, or else by the light of this marshal hand, thou shalt well understand the price of her: for thou hast done her such scurvy paltry wrongs, as thy weak state cannot countervail to make her satisfaction; for reason induces my worthy self to weigh both your causes in my upright balance of unequity. Andromago staring at Sir Archmoriander, like a wild Goose, ready to fly upon, said, Thou foolish Knight, thinkest thou I will so easily part with the thing I have so long stood and waited for? No; I advise thee be gone, or else I will wither thy very face, and confound thy smelling sense with my breath: for I scorn to stand to thy unequal Chandler's weights. The giants threats could not discourage Sir Archmoriander one jot more than he was before, (although surely the Giant's breath was very strong, by reason he was so short wasted, and his two ends were so near neighbours, that their friendship were alike, and the one did participate the others strength and savour) But Sir Archmoriander well backed with hope to win the ladies favour, and his affection to justice, made him look so near to his business in hand, as an old purblind Purblind men are good husbands, and look near to their business. Counsellor (or rather concealer) whose velvet jerkin is sufficient to make a justice of peace without a commission, that will not suffer the smallest character of a fault to run at random unpunished: but binds it fast in recognisance, to receive either corporal or pecunier punishment. Even so he considerately bore in mind the execution of some severs justice upon a homicide, and with warm courage betook him to his sword; which Andromago perceiving, he likewise provided to defend himself against his adverse Assailant. The justices law did so assist his Client, As Morianders' sword, the Lady from the Giant. Sir Archmoriander, in the first encounter, had made an end of the fight before they began, but that (being mad with fury) he missed the Giant, and run the point of his sword into the ground. Andromago (leering like a Sergeant) espied that advantage (seeing him tugging to pull it forth again) omitted no time, but advanced his club, and with one blow pashed Sir archmoriander's head all into a lump: which ever after looked like a Beetle: so that afterwards, when he came to be dressed, the Surgeon's opinion was, that he was very likely to carry that mark to his grave. But Sir Archmoriander recovered himself so well as he could, and turned about as swift as a Windmill sail in a hot Summer's day, (with strong agility of body, and resolution withal, to give a final period to the battle) and most valiantly untrussed his points, put off his Doublet, snatched up his breeches by the sides, and with his sword cut off the giants right hand, so that it only hung by the very bare bone and sinews. With this blow, Andromagoes' Club fell out of his hand: which Sir Archmoriander suddenly took advantage of by closing with him▪ and with a nimble strength threw him flat on the earth with as much facility, as if the Giant had been a child of two years old. Sir Moriander cut the Giant on the hand, And hurt his little Toe, he could not stand. The Lady Moriana standing by all the time of the fight, perplexed with an extreme fear of danger, and now seeing a hope of victory attend her Champion, she began to take comfort in a pretty Medley, between weeping and laughing. Sir Archmoriander having gotten Andromago under him, lay upon him with such a heavy weight, and pressed him so sore, that till then, Archmoriander lay very heavy upon the little Giant. Andromago felt not Sir archmoriander's heavy displeasure fall upon him: which caused Andromago to cry out to the Lady, for pardon, and craved mercy of Sir Archmoriander, with a great show of sorrow, for the exceeding injurious wrongs offered to the Lady, and the heavy unsufferable injuries intended against Sir Archmoriander: All which was now fallen upon himself, and the burden did much bruise his conscience. Upon this submission, with penitency for his faults, Sir Archmoriander most honourably (befitting his worth) cut off his head, & set it on his doublet breast (where a button was lost in this fray) wearing it in token of his valour and victory, and so set him at liberty to go whither he would. Although the Giant would have given a groat, Yet Moriander vowed, to see his naked throat. Sir Archmoriander having thus freed the Lady Moriana from the outrage of Andromago, he went to comfort her, who was then suddenly fallen into a deep passion of sadness. Sweet Madam (quoth he) you see your dangerous enemy here lie slain: therefore, fair Lady, I much scorn your thoughts should be possessed with any future fear. Let me be the example of your courage, to take a strong heart, and valiantly bear up your Escutcheon and Arms without fear: for under your coat will I fight, whilst I can sland or breath: for nature hath taught man to be an agent even to brute Animals, much more to fair Ladies, as for example: The heavy Ox, he lightens with the Goad; the sullen Horse, he quickens with the spur; and the Melancholy dull Lady, he stirs up to mirth, with the prick of witty invention from a good brain. At these pretty Similes Moriana smiled, and bid him kneel down, taking his sword, which was yet bloody with cutting the giants throat, and laid it on his shoulder, bidding him rise up, Sir Archmoriander, otherwise, Dunce-ll dell Cynthia her Knight of the Moon, (dubbing him in the ordure of the Escutcheon she bore, and entitling him by her half Moon) which bargain he sealed with his lips, Not on the Escutcheon, on the back of her hand, with a smacking impression, and kindly said, Fare you well, sweet Lady, and so departed. Moriana thus was freed from the Giant, And gave him thanks, with tongue which went most pliant. This well deserved affection from Moriana to Sir Archmoriander, possessed him with the Armour, which of right belonged to the Knight of the Sun, when he (as many Gallants use) neglected not the least opportunity that occasion could minister, to crack and brag of his Mistress favours most, when (if truth had been known) they lest concerned him. Sir Tom Pheander, For he was ever a great dreamer of Fairy business. the Knight of the Sun, had a vision, wherein he had intelligence of a Coat-armour, that was sent unto him by the Fairy Queen, which Coat-armour was likewise showed to him in this dream, whereof he took especial observation for the marks and tokens, so that he could not fail in the challenging of it. It was likewise told him in this vision, that Moriana, a Fairy Lady, had most treacherously betrayed it into the hands of the Knight of the Moon, who wrongfully delaind it from him. Sir Pheander had the Armour showed in vision, Which made him hold Moriander in derision. This vision put the Knight of the Sun into such a passion of anger, that like a foolish mad man he tore his hair, and vowed a revenge against the Knight of the Moon, which he should be well assured to hear of, and hastens with all speed towards the Court, to see whether he could meet with his injurious adversary. That very morning the Knight of the Moon was ready armed in the Knight of the suns armour, and almost upon taking horse, to ride abroad for some strange adventures, even at the instant, when the Knight of the Sun came to Court. Archmoriander was armed, I know not how, To ride abroad to slay the savage Sow. And meeting the Knight of the Moon, he was well assured (calling his memory to advise, and summoning the remembrance of the marks) that it was his armour: therefore he stepped to the Knight of the Moon, and said, Sir Knight, my simple opinion cannot judge any of your actions less than abominable honest, yet this Coat-armour (and clapped him on the shoulder) belongs to me, although you most ignobly detain it from me, yet I am sure 'tis my right, and by Cocks and Combs (the badge of my honour) I look to have it. The Knight of the Moon, thinking that he had strucken him in earnest, most valiantly blurted out his tongue, and bade him come by it how he could. This now likely to grow to a dangerous quarrel, the friends of both parts used their mediations, and persuaded them to have the matter put to arbiterment, and not fight, or go to law like brabbling fools, which arrest one another for Moonshine in water: and so with much ado they both yielded to have the matter decided by two indifferent honest men. Not too honest by no means. So they were both bound, each to other in general acquittances of a hundred pounds a piece: and the Knight of the Moon unarmed himself, and delivered the Coat-armour and Helmet, (as he was enjoined) into the custody of the Arbitrators then chosen, which were two Headborrowes of a Hamlet near adjoining to the City Moropolis: The one had no wit, the other had no land, But botched up his living by patching with Holland. These Headborrowes being altogether unskilful in deciding controversies of such nature, retained a common Lawyer, as an Vmpeere to assist them. The Lawyer, when he had seen the Coat-armour, took a very great liking to it, insomuch that he purposed to give the two Knight's satisfaction by money, and keep the Armour to himself, if it would fit his body (although his conscience told him it belonged but to one, yet he would please both parties to serve his own turn. So putting it on to try the fitness, he felt it give him such a shrewd pinch in the Gues, (by reason it was too little) that he could never after graze any where, but on bare Commons. O Gaffer Lawyer, stay, how do you look? Sir Pheander will note down your name in his book. So the Lawyer seeing his purpose prevented by misfortune, and no benefit like to rise towards himself, he would take no further pains in the business, but left it to the discretion of the two Headborrowes: who now having the whole and absolute power of determining the cause, and withal the Coat-armour in their own hands, they made no great haste to beat their heads together about an award, but (like subtle Foxes) made good use of the Armour for the most part of their whole year, to Watch and Ward in, and (having learned a trick of the Lawyer,) fed the two Knights with delays, till their own turns were served, and in the end, (because neither of them could write or read) they returned an Ignoramus. When the matter was understood to be so difficult, that such Understanding men (as they were taken to be) could not decide the controversy, it was held fit, that they should try out their own rights in single combat, by reason both challenged with like proofs, and the one would not endure the other, to be rival in either's absolute right: where indeed, necessity admits no plurality in such a Case. You say very true, the weather grows hot: And two fools at once were too much in one coat. The day for Combat was appointed, and the two Combatants had warning given them, to provide themselves sufficiently for the maintenance of their just claims. Now does the Knight of the Sun lie ruminating every night, tossing and tumbling in his bed without sleep, bethinking himself (being of a timorous nature) what the issue of this dangerous quarrel may come to, and (oftentimes) heartily wished, he had never challenged so worthy a Knight, for so small a trifle. On the contrary part, the Knight of the Moon seemed to be very unwilling to expose his body to such an eminent danger, especially against a Knight of his own order, but rather could wish him to sleep in peace, till he did awake him, which he would not do for a world; but that his Knight-sheep word was so far engaged. Alas, poor Knights, I much bewail their case, To see how meager both look in the face. The Knight of the Sun armed himself in a new white armour, which he never tried before, and (for decencies sake) went into his chamber, to his looking Glass, to see how his Armour did fit and become him, and finding it to his liking, he called his Page, and asked his opinion. The Page answered, that the Armour did not fit or become him, in his opinion. (Quoth the Knight of the Sun) No, my pretty Page? Why, the Glass in my chamber tells me, it is very proportionable and fit. Sir, believe not the Glass, (quoth the Page) for the knquish Optic made it to reflect many fair figures on fowl faces, and they will flatter many, and make them seem far better than they are. But, master, content yourself: for you look very well, especially when your Beaver is close locked, that a man cannot see your face. Which answers pleased the Knight so, that he rested passing well contented. But now the time is come, and the Combatants ready to enter the lists. Soft, who comes here? I pray can you tell? The Knight of the Sun, what can you not smell? For there was civil wars in his belly, and some run from the camp. First came in the Knight of the Sun, richly acowterd in a white Armour, adorned with a white and azure Plume in the crest, with black beaten buckrum bases, glistering like the purest black jet, beautified all over with painted devices of Suns and Stars. jack (towering) Daw that tops the lofty tree, On a Swine's back, sits not so upright as he. His black Bases glistered like a Crow on a Hog's back. On either side were Emblems of T P K, figured in Escutcheons, far more fair than the Shelfe-clothes in a new Grocer's shop. Direct before him, at his Saddle pummel, hung a Battle-axe, which had endured the brunt of many a deep danger, shadowed under the mystery of a Burning pestle, flaming out of a Common mortar, most artificially wrought in Natural colours upon Holland. By his side was clasped a dangerous pair of Hangers, wherein was wrought with subtle imbrodery, of Moss and Peacock's feathers, a Landskipp of strong grated Castles, high grown Woods, and large fields of Hemp: in which hung a sword wrought with such cunning, that a man could very hardly judge which end should hang downwards. In his hand he carried a proper tall slender Lawnce, so strait as a bent-Bow, (against which, the Knight of the Moon did except, fearing to be overreached with a crooked measure) and it was so sharp at the end, that it would stick to a coat of steel like a piercing Burr. He was mounted on a brown-bay Courser, of such a strange understanding, that he would apprehend more than himself could devise to teach him. The Horse's wit did work, as I suppose, Over the Tub, and Barm dropped from his nose. It was not a Brewer's horse for all that. For when he but presented his foot to the Stirrup, he would stand so gentle as a block: but being up and surely seated, one very whisk of a birch rod would make him fling out his heels like a Schoolboy, and run with such swiftness, and wonder full spéde, that the very stuffing of his head would drop out at his nose like Turpentine. The Caparisons of his horse were of the same piece that his bases were of, and wrought all over with rich colours of painted Néedleworke: which made a more delightful show, than the brave Buceplialus of a Whitsuntide Lord in his Morris dance. He had such small Spurs, that a man could very hardly discern the Rowels: for they were no bigger than the little fore wheels of a small ordinary Coach. † His Lance the whip, his spurs the wheels, the comparisons the Car, and himself the Carter. His Rowels bore compass, extending so far, He look like a Carter, with whip, horse and Car. Before him was carried by strength of man, a moral device of wind-Instruments, figuring a man troubled with the wind-colic, which could neither have ease, or take pleasure, till he heard the wind break from him with a melodious sound. These Instruments in the Fairy Land, are called Poke-whistles; but here, the vulgar most depravingly do give them the plain attribute of Bagpipes. At length his sullen pipes began to squeak: For he cannot hold his water, when he hears a Bagpipe. To save his breech, he did alight to leak. On either side went a Squire in the habit of Turks, with red Turbans on their heads, wreathed about with white Sashes, and Truncheons in their hands, betokening Bandettors, or sturdy highway standers, captived to the mercy of his victorious sword. He was come into the Lists, (I mean not, of threadbare broad cloth,) and had ridden so often about, to show himself to the people, He almost tired his horse, before the combat that it would have tired a horse, before the other Combatant came in. But he is not long that comes at last. Then came in the Knight of the Moon, making no great show, who was likewise in a milk white Armour newly scoured: he bore a plume in his crest, as white as a Goose feather, signifying his innocence (for that the Lady Moriana was never had before any justice, to be examined how she came by the Armour, nor did the Messengers that brought it, acquaint him that it did belong to the Knight of the Sun.) He had party coloured silk bases of a rich Mercer's stuff, but the name I do not well know. His Sword and Lance were patterned by the Knights of the Sun. His Horse was black, and so frée-spirited, that he rid him without spurs. He came in, I mean not Knights, that diet in Ordinaries. like a plain ordinary Knight without Attendants, save only his horse— had rich trappings. Sir Moriander's come, grim looked, as sharp as vargis, Without Attendants▪ fie upon this charges. A brother of their order, hearing of this combat, made his personal appearance, with a blue flat Cap, wherein stuck a feather-bush, of all the colours in the Rainbow. He had a deep ruff band with wide sets, so great, as if the Laundress had mistaken the steel, and poked it with the Band-blocke. It bore a circumference like the wheel of a Brewer's Dray-Cart. He had a long dropping Nose, like the pipe of a Still, to which, his lean Chin, in courtesy (turned backwards) to give meeting half way, at the sign of the Mouth. No jesting fool, but a plain dealing Lad, That speaks his mind, be it good or bad. At his sudden coming in, the two Knights stomachs began to rise (but not at one another) for they thought he had brought a calves head & bacon (in a § Ruff Band. Charger upon his shoulders) covered with a blue ( ‡ Blue Cap. Chinay) dish, and a § His feather. bunch of Reddish: but it fell out otherwise: for he came like a voluntary Trumpet, at his own proper costs and charges, to sound the terrible Alarm. He blew alarm, so sweet as any figs: Which pleased the ears, as jews love roasted Pigs. So taking his Cow-Trumpet from about his neck, Horn. he sounded a charge: which the two Knights hearing, they put on courageously, with as swift speed as their horses could go, Not run to the very shock, where both their horses most unfortunately started off so far, that the one could not come near to touch the other with his Lance, and running out their full caréere, the Knight of the Moon, for want of Spurs, could not stay his Horse, Or Picadilla. which put him in such a mad standing Choler, that he forgot to bear up the point of his Lance, in somuch that the Burr had like to light upon the skirts of some of the standers by, and made them cry, Beshrew them that bear Burrs. The Knight of the Sun (premeditating the danger, and withal respecting the meanest subjects safety, as also his own) most gravely let fall his Lance, and took hold of the Saddle pummel with one hand, and checked in his Courser with the other, so fiercely & short, that he made a sudden stand, in less than a quarter of an hour, to the great pleasure, and wonderful applause of all the beholders. In the second course, the Knight of the Moon used his Lance for a Jacob's staff, and winking with one eye, took the just height of the Knight of the Sun's breast, to which height, he most politicly glided his Lance, all along on the top of the Bar, the whole career to the very shock, where (by great chance) he broke his staff with such a counterbuff, that the Knight of the Sun was half way behind the saddle, before he could catch hold of his horse's main, which otherwise had kissed his tail to the very ground but his sure hold so nimbly recovered him, that he broke his Lance athwart the Knight of the moons breast with such fury, that the Knight of the Moon was extremely troubled with the passion of the heart: wherewith he was so grieved, that the next course he was fully resolved, to seal the Knight of the Sun his Quietus est. And for that purpose, he called for a stiff Lance, with a full resolve, either to break the Knight of the Sun's back, or at least, to dismount him over his horse's crupper. The Lance was delivered to him, which was a great deal too big for the grasp of his hand, and therefore he put it under his arm, and took fast hold with both his hands on the Pommel of the Saddle: and running his full course, he hit the Knight of the Sun, against the thumb of his Gauntlet, which beat back the Lance quite from under his arm, and withal, near turned the Knight of the Moon out of his Saddle to the ground, but that the buckle of a girt catched hold of his Bases, and so saved his honour from the dust. But recovering himself, and half mad with fury, he ran his horse about to the same side of the Bar, where the Knight of the Sun was, and most cowardly (against the law of legs) set upon the Knight of the Sun, Or, arms. with both his armed fists, when the Knight of the Sun had nothing in the world to defend himself, but his Sword and Lance (which he so dearly loved) that he carefully preserved it from breaking that course. In this their last course of Tilting, Although they were not ale-tubs. the very dregs of their malice began to appear, & therefore they were resolved to run no more, but to try it out with their single swords at the Barriers. So both of them drew, and laid on such heavy load, that the very fire itself did not dare to appear from their valiant swords, for fear of being quenched with the drops of sweat, that fell from their Knight-sheepes' hide-bound faces. In this conflict they were both so far spent and tired, as ever was Hackney horse under prodigal Citizen, and the pride of their eager swords (now having their bellies full) were so rebated, that neither of them would bite: They threw away their swords without scabbards. And therefore (like old overworn Servingmen, whose prime of youth was spent in their master's service) had at last both their coats pulled over their ears, & dismissed their master's service without wages. The Knights of the Sun and Moon now being both on foot, made a pause to breath themselves, staring in opposition one against the other, with full big faces swollen with anger, foaming or slavering at the mouth, like two sucking savage Boars, whetting their tusks against a dug. And on a sudden they closed together, and so fell to wrestling, to try their strength of arms: 14. days soon come about; for the Sun and Moon are in conjunction. but the Knight of the Moon (being the elder Courtier) was too cunning for him in the Gripe, and threw him down, The Moon overcame the Sun. but so, as both were down together, and the Knight of the Sun undermost, which seemed ominous, portending strange things to come. The Eclipse of the Sun. Why is it so dark? that I can tell soon: The Knight of the Sun is the Man in the Moon. The (Knight of the) Sun, and the (Knight of the) Moon, continuing thus in conjunction, caused such an Eclipse, as hath seldom been mentioned in any histories of your greatest (Almanac) writers for the interposition of the body of the (Knight of the) Moon, did so darken and obscure the light of the (Knight of the) Sun: that it made a pitch-blacke dark day, and wrought such confusions and mistake on earth, by reason of the darkness, that in Moropolis, where the houses stood thick, one honest Citizen could very hardly see another, without the help of Lantern light. He was a happy man that could keep his wife to himself, for fear of losing her: for many wives took other men in their husband's stead, for want of light. It was so extreme dark, that Collectors for the poor could not see to distribute the moneys, gathered to charitable uses, but were glad to put it up in their own purses, and employ it to their own uses till this Eclipse was passed. The poor Constables were glad to take money of Malefactors to buy them fire-light, to see the peace kept, whereas oftentimes before, many of them were forsworn, by reason they could not see to bring in true Presentments. The Lawyers could not see their briefs, not to make so much as one motion for his (rich oppressing) Client, without three double fees for his motion & Torchlight: but for his poor Client, if his cause were good, his charge of torchlight was saved, by the presence of Angels. And although Attournyes swarmed like the Grasshoppers in Egypt, yet they kept so close, and were so hard to be seen, (by reason of this darkness) that a man could very hardly have any one appear, not scarce for ten groats. The fogging Solicitor could not see to follow a cause, as in honesty he ought, but neglected the business of him that first retained him, & for want of candlelight, took fees of the contrary party, which (after the Eclipse was past) came to light, and he called cozening Knave for his labour, though sore against his will. In this dark Eclipse, the Bankrupt could not see to pay his debts: but his creditors were glad to grope out half a crown in the pound, and thank him for it. The miserable jewish Usurer would not be at charge, for so much light as would search the odd corners of his Countinghouse, to find out, and deliver up Mortgages of Land, and old bonds that were formerly paid: but put off the debtors with releaseth, and acquittances, with hope that time might neglect them, or cast them aside to be los●: then would he but forswear the payment, and all is his own. The extorting Broker, (that sucks the very marrow from the bones, worse than the fowl disease) for want of candlelight, could not see the Devil at his elbow with one paw on his shoulder, ready to tear in in a thousand pieces, for oppressing the poor pawning borrower with threescore in the hundred, and in missing but one hour of his payday, he should be sure to lose more, than thrice the value he borrowed. Some wicked Mothers, after they came home from their reveling cheer and Music, for want of candlelight, became Bawds even to their own Daughters. In this dark Eclipse, the Peaking Pander sneaked out with his bundle of rotten commodity, which by candlelight made such a fair show, that he held it at a Pocky dear rate; but the world was grown so cunning, that none but young Heirs, and Fools would deal with him in Hole-sayle, and yet he made shift to retail it out to many Gallants by the yard, because they were his common Customers. The Tapster could not see to do any man right, it was so exceeding dark in his Cellar, that he thought the Devil had been there, (so that he came running up affrighted, before his Pot was half full. By reason of this Eclipse, the Oftler could not give the horse hay, nor see the age in his mouth, without a greasy candle in his hand. O, 'twas a lamentable time with Dyers & Picture-drawers: for the one could not see by candlelight to put in those true ingrediences that would hold colour, and keep from staining: Nor the other by candlelight, could not take the true picture of Man or Woman, without great faults. This dark Eclipse was more beneficial to Tallow-chaundlers', then three dark Winters before, wherein Prentices to the trade took such pains, and withal were so careful; that many of them were made free, which before were but Screaling, and ever crawling in the Tallow, with their black flat Caps like Maggots. And this Eclipse did not much hinder Haberdashers of small wares, by reason they kept so many lights: for by so much light, a man might well discern small wares in many Shops. It was a merry time with Carrmen, Watermen, & Porters: for in this Eclipse, many of them did nothing but drink, domineer, and swagger in Alehouses; but the often going to and fro of the Pot, made them talk of that, which they had nothing to do withal, and many times their obtuse apprehensions would be meddling with the wars betwixt the great Turk and Prester john, how it was likely to end; because they heard 〈◊〉 neighbour goodman jobson say, they were now grown friends, and had put the matter to a bickerment. So that State businesses (which nothing concerned them) and the pot together, so stupefied their brains, that many of them went raling out of doors. But if money began to fail out somewhat short, before they came to the height of their State matters, than many of them, (like a company of fowle-mouthed fellows) would swear, curse, and rail, even against those men that set them on work, from whom they had their chiefest means of living. This dark Eclipse was almost the undoing of many Bailiffs and sergeant, and the impoverishing of Marshals-men so much; that their Mercenary dependences (whom they authorise to arrest) made men more fearful of their purses, then of putting in bail to their actions; by reason their exacting fees, (for want of businesses) came not in roundly, so that they could not better their apparel, but went like Runegado Baccanalians, be dropped all before with greale and ale, whose long continuance begot a glistering substance, which made such a coogning show, that a man would have thought his preface had been all Satin, although his Doubblet was not worth a Button, Not one button on his Doubblet. and pinned over before, as if he had been in his swaddling clouts, or else borne with those clothes on his back. This dark Eclipse proved dismal to the chief Miller of a Windmill; for he having been abroad amongst 〈◊〉 companions carousing, was so extremely tippled ●ith drink, that he had much ado in the dark to find 〈◊〉 Mill, although it was but a quoits cast from the Alehouse where he got his liquor. At length finding the Mill, by the noise it made in going, he groped fo● the stairs to go up, which he could not find, but wen● under the Mill, amongst the Sacks of Wheat that we●● standing there ready to grind. Amongst these sa●●● he found good easy elbow-room, and leaning against them, fell fast asleep: This Malt-sacke now amongst the Wheate-sacks was so dead in sleep, that indeed he was as senseless as his bedfellows. The Miller's man above in the Mill, had put up almost the last hopper full of all the wheat that was then ready craned up▪ Therefore he let down the rope to crane up more, and afterwards came down himself in the dark (like a foolish knave without a candle) so feeling for the sacks of corn, the first that he lighted on, was the Malt-sacke his master, whom he took for a Sack of Wheat. Then the wicked hangman put the riding device over his master's head, where he felt a handkerchief (which his master did use to wear, with lace and buttons) about his neck, (after the effeminate fashion, forsooth A Caveat for Clowns in fashion. ) tied with a knot, which his knotty-jointed numbed fingers could not distinguish from the strings of a sack: there he fastened the rope, and away he goes up into his Mill to wind up the supposed sack, (his master towards heaven against his will) and having craned him up half way, he heard the stones of the Mill begin to touch each other, for want of corn, whereby he was enforced ●● fasten the wrench of the Crane with an Iron pin, an● so let his master hang whilst he went up to put more corn in the hopper, (wherein he showed his careful diligence, to look to his master's business, although h● were hanged.) After the Miller's man had filled high hopp●● he betook him to his old work, and craned (by favour his Master to the height of his ambition (but pride 〈◊〉 have a fall.) So he took the supposed sack of corn in, ● went to fetch the candle, to see to unloose the strin● and coming near, he perceived it was his dead master: then did he wring him by the nose, and boxed him about the ears, to recall life, but all was in vain. So he stayed his Mill, although he durst not stay himself, locked up the door, and put the key in his pocket, fearing his master should follow him to raise the town, and away he run, and was never heard of to this instant day. The (Knights of the) Sun and Moon, thus continuing their long conjunction together, made the spectators weary by reason of this Eclipse: for it was so dark, that those which stood nearest to them, could not possibly see any of their valiant deeds, but only they might hear them puff and blow, and therefore it was thought fit to have them parted. So they felt them out, who lay so still (being both overwearyed) as if they had been in a sound sleep. When they were both up, and had breathed themselves a while, the Knight of the Sun was very earnest to be at the Knight of the Moon again, to try whether he could regain the light which so Eclipsed his honour: but he was held back (which made him the more eager) and might not be suffered, because the combat was already adjudged to be lost on the Knight of the Sun's part, and the award given up, which was: As the custom is. That the Knight of the Moon should have and inivoy the Coat-armour and Helmet, and his own proper right, without the least trouble or molestation of the Knight of the Sun, and to wear the same, where, and when he pleased, according to his discretion. Provided always, that the Knight of the Sun, upon reasonable warning, should have the use of the Armour and Helmet, so that at any time he could allege some great cause, without yielding any reas●n for the same but to redeliver the same again to the Knight of the Moon, as true and lawful owner, without detaining it by delays, any longer than his present use required, upon the forfeiture of his Knight-sheepe and Arms. So the Knight of the Moon had the Coat-armour and Helmet delivered to him, wherewith he was immediately armed, Boys. and so departed the Lists, with a great applause (especially of the younger sort of people) as Victor. The Knight of the Sun, hearing the award proclaimed, and withal seeing the Knight of the Moon bear away the Bell: he stood like a body without a soul▪ or a man whose heart was fallen into his hose, or indeed like King Belin's armed Stake in the fields, which Archers shoot at. So this (little dangerous) Combat was ended, which since the battle between Clineasse and Dame●asse the like hath not been heard of, save only that of Don Quishotte and the Barber, about Mambrinoes' enchanted Helmet. Thus endeth the Legend of this fearful fight, Twixt Pheander the maiden, and Moriander the Knight: Which parted between them, their indifferent dealings Did prove them to-meane Knights, not Giants, nor Screaling. FINIS.