The Delightful HISTORY OF THE Life & Death OF That Renowned & Famous St. Patrick, Champion of IRELAND.  
Containing His Heroic Actions, and Valorous Achievements in Europe, Asia, and Africa.  
With other Remarkable Passages, from his Cradle to his Grave.  
London, Printed for Dorman Newman at the King's Arms in the Poultry, 1685.   

TO THE READER.  
Candid Reader,  
IT hath been in all Ages accounted necessary to preserve Ancient Monuments from being contaminated or obliterated; & the more precious the Monuments were, the more care & industry hath been used for their Preservations: The most Ignorant among the Heathens were not negligent in this matter; but as for the more Refined Heathens, such was their care, and so great their Charges, in Adorning some pieces of Antiquity, that it hath made them Famous over all the World, where any thing of History is known, or regarded: Witness their stately Pillars of Brass, and other Metals; their costly Images, and other Monuments erected, all to perpetuate, and celebrate the Memory of their Ancestors.  
Reader, I crave no more liberty than they arrogated, my subject being of such a bigness, the Hyperboles may easily be avoided; I may with the more boldness make my Address to the Ingenious, hoping with him to be Accepted: As for a carping Momus, as I value not what he can say in my Favours, so I as little regard what he can say to the Disadvantage of myself or Book. You have here a delectable subject, wherein you may have an Idea of One who was the Glory of his Nation, the Honour of the Christian World, the Terror of his Adversaries, and the Ornament of all places where he Resorted: His Valour and Success you may easily perceive; but the sharpest Eye could never fix one Blot or Blemish upon his Reputation, from his Birth to his Death.  
I shall detain thee no longer in the Entry, hoping that what I have said in these few Lines, be made out with advantage in the Book itself; to which I refer the Reader.  
Farewell.   

The Honourable HISTORY Of the Renowned Champion St. Patrick, OF The Kingdom of Ireland.  

CHAP. I. How St. Patrick with other five Champions was wonderfully delivered out of the Cave of the Sorceress Kalib, by St. George of England.  
IT hath ever been held in great esteem amongst all Nations, to preserve a due Veneration of their Heroes, Patriots, and Noble Champions; their Memories have been so precious to them, that many and great Battles have been fought in Honour of the particular Tutelars of divers Kingdoms.  
This makes Greece still proud of her great Achilles, Rome of her Pompey and Caesar's; with no less reason do the English Honour the memory of the Victorious St. George, Spain of her Jago. France of St. Dennis, Scotland of St. Andrew, who●e Cross they Annually wear in his Commemoration; As the Britain's Celebrate their St. David's Day, by wearing a Leek in ●onour of him: And why the Hibernian Pa●●on should not receive his just and due Commemoration, I think little can be objected against it, but rather all must yield to the justness and Equality of so Honourable a Remembrance; especially seeing the fame of his mighty Valour, and puissant Courage runs in an equal, if not a larger Stream than the rest of his Fellows.  
We shall therefore, to give him his proper Applause, Discourse of his great Achievements, Mighty Prowess, Wonderful Successes, and Strange Adventures, as they offer themselves unto us separately and apart from the other six; and herein we shall strictly keep to the best Authors in this case Errand.  
Know therefore, that the Seven Champions of Christendom, which we just now recited, were extant in the World at one and the same time; only the Heroic St. George of England came last by Birth; but upon that Occasion, he was fortunately the occasion of all the wonders performed by the other six, as the following Relation will at large inform you.  
In the Year of our Redemption three Hundred Sixty one, One Calphurnius or Calphurcuus a man Honourable and well Esteemed, begat a Son of Conchessa his Wife, who when he was Baptised was called Suchar or Socher, afterward called by St. Germanus, Magonius; but at last Celestine, the first Bishop of Rome, called him Patrick.  
This Patrick was born upon the Coast of Britain, in a place called by the Ancients Triburnia or Hiburnia. And being yet a Child, was instructed in such parts of Learning as his tender years were capable of; wherein he profited, to the Admiration of such as knew him, till that upon a time the Irish having made an Inroad upon that Country, carried away among the rest of the Spoil, a great many Children and Young Men, of which Number Young Patrick being but a Stripling, had the misfortune; or rather the fortune to make one.  
The Pirate (for such they were that carried them away) having arrived safe at their own Country, and divided the Spoil; He to whose share Patrick sell, sold him to an Irish Man, who presently set him to keep a Herd of Swine, which grieved the Youth exceedingly: Yet seeing no visible way under Heaven, whereby he could be delivered, he resolves to bear his burden patiently, and to put all his Confidence in God, that in due time he would find out a way to enlarge him from that Slavery under which he was. Six years continued he in this condition; at the end of which time, Divine providence directed him (as he was in the Field feeding the Swine) where there was a Treasure hidden in the Earth, which when he had found; his next care was, to try if by its means he might work out his deliverance: Therefore he came to his Master, insinuating, that if he should accept of a little Money, to let him go, he thought he could procure it; the other readily accepts the Motion; so that having paid him down a round Sum of his newfound Gold, he freely discharged him.  
Patrick being now released from his bondage, did not stand long debating what to do, but laying hold on the first opportunity, he returned home to his Native Country, to the great satisfaction of his Friends and former Acquaintance, being almost hopeless ever to see him again. Yet the joy which he had to see his Friends, was not without mixture of Grief and Sorrow; for in his Absence a grievous and deadly Heresy had crept in into the Country, which with its venomous plague infected the minds of a great many People. This Heresy was headed by Pelagius, that Viperous Enemy of the Grace of God.  
This consuming flame still growing, means were used by the more Orthodox Divines of that time for its extinguishing; for which end St. Jermanus Bishop of Aixen, and St. Lupus Bishop of Trecass came to Britain, who Laboured mightily to inform the People, and to reclaim them from their Errors; Patrick having occasion to hear St. Jermanus Preach, was exceedingly taken with him: Therefore having insinuated himself into his Acquaintance, became very familiar with him, and gave himself, for many Years, to be instructed by him, being as yet called Magonius; his only Study was supernatural knowledge, having quite withdrawn himself from the Cares and Vexations of the World, he totally dedieated himself to Piety and Devotion.  
Having thus by long and serious Study accomplished himself with Learning, he resolved to employ his Talon among the Poor ignorant Irish, whose darkness and misery he was formerly acquainted with: Wherefore he takes a journey to Rome, and casts himself at Caelestines feet, beseeching him that he would use some means for instructing that People, who though they were Ignorant, yet were tractable, and might be informed; Celestine highly applauded his request, employing himself as the fittest Instrument to manage the Work. Having likewise invested him in the Priestly Office, he called his Name Patricius, hoping he would be a Spiritual Father to many, and so dispatched him for Ireland.  
This Holy Man returned about the Year 425. of whose Arrival, when the Inhabitants were certified, they came in vast Multitudes to see him; for although some there were among them that endeavoured to put him out of the Country, yet the far greater part of the People did cleave to him, as to a Father; for there were in him many qualifications sufficient to conciliate their respects to him, being eloquent without affectation, humble without dissimulation, & grave without sullenness: Add to these, his great dexterity in speaking the Irish Language, wherein he was short of none of the Natives; also his Acquaintance with their Manners, whereby he had a great advantage for further gaining of them; but that which gave him most success, was the singular blessing of God upon his labours, by which in a short time he gained a vast Multitude of Men and Women to the Christian Faith.  
Thus Patrick like a faithful Shepherd watches over his Flock daily, instructing young Converts in the Knowledge of Christ, strengthening others in the Faith, and exhorting all to a strict and austere Life. Also, he strenuously refuted the Errors of Heretics, and confounded the Gainsaying Magicians; he often visited the Sick upon their Beds, nourishing their minds with Gospel-Food: sometimes also, when he saw it needful, he with his Prayers Healed their Bodies of their Diseases.  
As Patrick followed this course of Life, many there were who with a perverse mind opposed his Doctrine, others as it were halting betwixt two opinions, not knowing which to follow, greatly desiring of the Holy Man, that he would show them some Visible Sign of these joys of Heaven, and Torments of Hell, which he Preached; he hearing this, did withdraw himself a for little space, and having applied himself to God, he earnestly besought him that for once he would condescend to their request. The Almighty was not Deaf to his Prayers, by whose inspiration, he went towards the South parts of Ireland, there in a desolate place he found a Cave; into which, if any did enter, there seemed to appear to them most horrible Apparitions in divers and fearful shapes; of which, Girald of Wells who lived about the Year One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty, Writes thus: There is, saith he, a place in the further Parts of Nester, wherein there is an Island divided into two parts, whereof one part is very Religious, having a large Church, which is Famous for the concourse of English to it. The other part being Wild and Uninhabited, is said to be possessed only by Daemons, there they are visibly seen to march up and down in great Troops. This Author adds further, that it is reported, that if one be enjoined for Penance to sustain the Torments of this place, he shall feel no infernal torments, except he afterward commit greater sins than these, for which he did his Penance. This place is by the Inhabitants of the Country called Patrick's Purgatory. Yet Patrick did by his indefatigable Preaching of the Word, and frequent Reasonings with those Savages, powertuny convince them of the Reality, and 〈◊〉 both of the enjoyments of the Saints in 〈…〉 of the Damned in Hell; for which he was very Famous in his Generation.  
〈…〉 are of our Redemption 〈◊〉 Fifty and Eight, whose Body was afterwards found, together with the Bodies of St. C●lumb, and St. Briged in the City of Duns in Ulster, about the Year One Thousand One Hundred Seventy Six; as the same Author doth witness; who also Labours to prove, that by the Virtue of this Patron; It came to pass, that the Irish ground can neither breed nor nourish any Venomous Creature.  
He further Writeth, that among their other Wooden Relics, they have one which they call the Club of Jesus, which is esteemed very famous; for it is thought that with it St. Patrick banished all venomous Creatures from the Island. Another of his Relics was a Trumpet, which the same Author saith a Pedlar carried about with him, telling the People, wherever he came, that for Reverence to the Saint, none durst Sound it: But being upon a day in a Village where a great many People Flocked about him, he according to his custom held out the Trumpet to them to kiss it: but a Priest called Bernard, standing in the Crowd, snatched it out of his hand, and set to his Mouth to Sound with it; but as the Story goes, was presently so struck, that his mouth turned awry even to his Ear, so as he could hardly speak; yea further, that he fell into such a Lethargy, that he scarcely remembered he had a Name; though he was formerly a very Learned Man, yet was he so blasted, that when he recovered somewhat of his Senses, he was forced (though an Old Man) to begin like a Child to learn the Letters.  
There was in those days a mighty Sorceress named Kalyb, who for the Closer management of her Enchantments, was retired from Human Society, into a Cave, remote from all Walks, Roads, or Habitations, and encompassed with thick Groves, solitary Deserts, mighty Thickets, and unfrequented Solitudes, where she had fit opportunity to put her vile Practices in Execution. In this place she had an Enchanted Castle, wherein she shut up all those her Fiendly-Power could Seize upon, which she feared or suspected might be Instrumental of doing any good in the World: Especially Men of great Courage, and Noble minds, which always go hand in hand; and that is the reason why Men of Valour seek out brave Erterprises, and Heroic Exploits: Such as the relieving the Distressed, dissolving the Charms of Witches, and Opposing whatsoever is hurtful to Mankind. On these Considerations this malicious Enchantress employed her utmost cunning, (which she arrived to by a constant Familiarity with Infernal Spirits in these Dark Recesses) to find out the Nativities of Children, whose Stars promised great things, and whom the Fates had determined to great and Famous Exploits: and no sooner had she discovered the happy Birth of any such like Champion, but straight she fell to her Magic, and Spells; and by her Emisaries or Familiars, would lurch them into her Clutches, and confine them by her Enchantments from that Chivalry, which otherwise the World might expect of them. By these Artifices she had already surprised into her Custody all the Seven, except the Valiant St. George, whom the good Stars had determined to be the deliverer of all the rest. She Seized them all in their Minority and Childhood, or rather Infancy; for in the Night when their Drowsy Nurses were a sleep, this powerful Enchantress would send her Friends that should Spirit them away to her Magical Cell; leaving their distressed Parents to tear themselves with Fruitless Lamentations.  
In this Brazen Enchanted Castle they spent their time, shut up from the Comfort and Society of their dear Friends and Parents, and all the Dalliances attending the Children of Great Princes, (for of no less Stock were these Mighty Champions descended) and confined to the Society of Batts, the Musical Harmony of Owls and Ravens, joined with a Consort of Frogs croaking, Adders hissing, Wolves howling; and such a dismal noise as might well beget in them an Opinion, that they were no better than on the Confines of Hell.  
When one day walking in the Hall of their Magical Covent, where, amongst many other Monstrous Figures, was the Picture of the Famous Hydra with the Seven Heads; Says the Wise Patrick to his Fellow Prisoners, Methinks this silly Serpent very well represents our Condition, (only she hath one head too many) who like so many heads are joined to a noisome Body, and confined to an ugly deformed shape; and yet these heads are Crowned as if they were Kings or Princes at least, and one of them seems as a sleep, which perhaps may signify another Worthy, not yet arrived to us.  
The rest with very great attention harkened to the Admirable Interpretation the Sagatious Champion had made of that Dreadful Figure, and with no less astonishment, gave ear to the strange Explanations he made of divers other Monstrous representations, which instead of Ornaments were fixed around the Walls of the Brazen Castle, which was indeed all the Diversion these Great and Generous Heroes had to entertain themselves withal▪ There (instead of Curious Tapestry, wherein the soft History of the Arcadian Loves were Expressed, and instead of Battles, Landscapes, Prospects and Histories with which the Galleries of their Palaces were adorned:) they saw the Figures of Ghastly Proserpina, Fell Rhadamantus, or Fiery Allecto; their Eyes were blasted with the shapes of Hellish Furies, Horrid Monsters, or cruel Murders: Their Ears, instead of the Charming Sweetness of well tuned Music, were accosted with yell of Spirits, groan of those that were bound in the Fetters of Kalybs Enchantments, howl of terrible Fiery Wolves, Roaring of Devils; and all the distasteful noises imaginable: So that many times you might have seen the French Champion stop his Ears with Mushrooms to keep out the Horror of the frightful sound. But the Magnanimous Patrick (who in his Childhood had been used to Conquer Irish Wolves, and in quest of Beasts of Prey to hunt through the foulest and most noisome Bogs) little daunted at these hideous Spectacles, often by his great Courage and Bravery, Buoyd up the Spirits of his dejected Companions: and would recount to them the Labours of Hercules, the Travels of Aeneas, and set before them the Examples of Great and Courageous Champions, who by their prowess had Conquered all Difficulties: Wherefore he persuaded them with an Undaunted steadfastness to contemn the Misfortunes of this Witchy Cave; not doubting, but their kinder Stars would direct a way out of that dismal Labyrinth.  
One day it happened, that the Sorceress (having sat up in Consult the night before with her Acquaintance of the other World, and having Drank a dose or two too much of Lethe, in drinking Healths to Pluto) was laid to sleep away her potation, and in that Interval the Valiant English Champion, who had been divers Years shut up in a Recluse in that Enchanted Castle) took the Freedom to view the Apartments of that Brazen Tower; he had seen the Garden, which swarmed with Basilisks, Crocodiles, Asps, Scorpions, and all sorts of venomous Serpents; In the midst, a Fountain fed by the River Styx, wherein they bathed their Flaming poisonous Tongues. On the Trees (instead of Fruit) hung the Skulls of Dead Men that had been devoured by these Monsters: After having observed abundance more of these Hideous Spectacles, he came into a Yard, where the Dogs were that guarded the Castle; some whereof had heads like Bulls, and were derived of the Centawrs; others had three or four heads, which the Witch had obtained of the race of Cerberus the Dog of Hell; some had Flaming Tongues, others Talons like Eagles; with divers other forms too tedious here to recite: but such was the Majesty of this Famous Champion, that all crouched and fawned whilst he passed them by. This Court led him into the great Hall where the other six Heroes were confined. At his entrance they all stood amazed, supposing some Deity had been come to visit them, until our brave St. Patrick assuming his Native Courage, thus addressed himself to them.  
Be not abashed, most Noble Partners, at the presence of this Extraordinary Person whom here you see; for since his coming into this Room, it hath been revealed unto me, that this must be the most Famous, Valiant, and Renowned Champion of England, whom for our Deliverance, our Angels have sent unto this place; and this doubtless (continued he) is him that was signified by the seventh head we saw on yonder Beast, which seemed to us as if asleep. At which, casting their Eyes towards the Figure of the Hydra, they perceived that that head seemed to be awake, and was lifted up above the rest; whereupon they all made their Obeisance to the brave St. George, and were by him comforted with promises to do his utmost towards their Enlargement from that Barbarous, and Miserable place. Then turning himself unto our Famous St. Patrick, Sir (said he) Your Extraordinary Courage, and great skill in Revelations, give me Occasion particularly to apply myself to you; besides, my good Genius doth assure me you are of the Ancient, hardy Hibernian Race; and that with your Sword you shall perform such Wonderful Adventures, and Famous Deeds, as shall enrol you in the Bed of Immortal Honour, and justly Entitle you the Champion of your Native Country. Something he added to the rest, but that not being to our purpose, we Omit; only that he told them he would go and put such a design in Execution, as should speedily accomplish their desired Enlargement.  
Then taking his leave of them, he retired to his own Quarter, where he had remained a very little while, before the Cruel Sorceress Kalib came unto him; and feeling yet about her the warm effects of her last-nights' Debauch; she could not forbear expressing her Amours to the Young Knight; and although she had often, without Success, made use of the same Importunities with the other Six (especially our Irish Hero) who with manly Bravery withstood her lascivious Assaults; yet at the sight of the English Spark, she fell to her old pulling, and found in herself a Violent Inclination to a farther Intimacy, which in such words she uttered.  
Most puissant Knight, You know me to be Lady of this mighty Castle; and that there is nothing in the Power of Hell but I can accomplish; for not only all these Fell and Dreadful Monsters residing in this Valley, but even the Fiends themselves Obey me. Nor there any thing so difficult, but for the sake of your Love, I will perform: Command then Noble Prince, and you shall soon see how ready your Kalyb is to obey you; only afford me the sweet Embraces of your Excellent Person, and all that I am, or have, is at your Princely Feet.  
At this the Youthful Champion seemed to be somewhat surprised; until recollecting with himself, that seemingly to cherish her Affection, would be the only way to accomplish his designs, for by that means she would be engaged to a greater Confidence in him, and the more Complaisant to his purpose: He therefore made her this Reply.  
Mighty Princess, Since by your Extraordinary bounty, I have found a Noble Entertainment in your Palace, beyond the stretch of my slender Memory to remember; and by your great kindness, have had Information of my Parentage and Quality: Besides the Mighty Favour of your High Affection; It would be Stupendious Ingratitude in me, not to Embrace so Noble a Friendship: Wherefore be assured, Great Lady, That the services of your Captive shall be always prostrate to your Command. Then making a very graceful Congee, he Imprinted in her a strong belief, that her Charm had taken; wherefore taking him by the hand, she led him round the Battlements of her Palace, giving him a large prospect of vast Dominions and Territories; then leading him on through many Galleries, at length she brought him to a Grot or Cave, wherein was a large Vault in the fashion of a Stately Hall: it was covered with mighty Groves of decayed Pepplers, and as dark as night: But this darkness was Vanquished by a number of Goblins, who with Flambeas stood round the Room. Here she gave him an Entertainment of her Magical Diversions, causing many Fairy Spirits to Masquerade it to the Music of Beetles and Grass-hoppers: Then came a Troop of Satyrs, footing it to the Noise of their own Bagpipes, they having learned that Instrument of Pan; at last came in a kind of jolly fellow clod in Ivy, and a sort of Mushrooms, having twenty jacks with Wisps dancing in before him; and seeming to stagger, or rather stumble into the Hall, he entertained them with the following Song.  

SONG.  

FRom Oberon, and Fairy-Land,  
The King of Ghosts, and Goblins there  
Mad Robin I, at his command  
Am come to view your Nights-Sports here;  
What Revel Rout  
You keep about  
In ev'ry Corner where I go,  
Mad Robin I,  
Your Feats will spy,  
And fear you home with Ho, ho, ho!   

If any Wanderer I do meet  
That from his Night-Sports doth trudge home,  
With Counterfeiting Voice I greet,  
And cause them on with me to Roam;  
O'er Hedge, o'er Lands,  
Through Pools, through Ponds,  
O'er Hill and Dale, both high and low:  
And when I have done  
Away I run,  
And leave them laughing, Ho, ho, ho!   

Sometimes I meet them like a Man,  
Sometimes an Ox, sometimes a Hound,  
And to a Horse I turn me can,  
To trip and dance about them round:  
If any dare  
My back to stride,  
More swift than Wind, away I go,  
O'er Hedge, o'er Lands,  
Through Pools, through Ponds,  
And leave them laughing, Ho, ho, ho!   

When Lads and Lasses merry be  
With Possets, and with Junkets fine,  
Unseen of all the Company,  
I eat their Cake, and drink their Wine;  
And to make Sport,  
I Fart and Snort,  
And out the Candles I do blow;  
The Maids I kiss,  
They Skrick! Who's this?  
I nought reply, but, Ho, ho, ho!    
The Song ended, all the Fairies, Goblins, and Spirits in the Hall, set up a Levit with Hunting Horns of all sizes; which they did with so strong a Blast, that by the Echoing of the Vault and Caves, you would have thought all the Noises in the World had been contracted into that Cell. This being performed, the Witch dismissed her Familiars, and Conducting the undaunted Knight to her own Apartment, She gave her Servant's Order to lay her Bed in a low Parlour, and Commanded the Room to be strewed with Pensies, Vervam, Dill, and Yerrow; there being in these Herbs a Magical Virtue inclining to the Feat; thence taking the Governor of her heart into her Closet, she took a Bottle of Nepenthe, which had many years been preserved, and was found out by Juno to incline Paris to affect her: here taking first a large soop herself, she poured out a Glass full for St. George; whose Natural Signature had armed him against all Enchantments whatever; therefore the Knight, without Hesitation, drank it off, naming it a Health to Kalyb's bests affection, which she took in such kind part, that sitting down on her Couch, she drew the Valiant Youth to her side; and falling into another Amorous Pang, She had much ado to put off the Violence of her Passion until Bed time: But the fumes of her last Dose working on the Vapours of her last-nights Potation, at last closed her eyes, which the subtle Champion soon observing, he laid hold on a Silver wand which lay in the Closet, whereon was Engraven this Motto, 
He that hath this, may all things Do,  
May spoil the Charm, and Charmer too.  Upon which, St. George Immediately concluded this to be the Enchanted Rod, by which she wrought all her Magical Spells; and hearty glad of such an opportunity, was resolved to try the Experiment of it on herself; wherefore with that Wand stroking her gently over the Eyelids, he sealed them for ever opening again, and Charmed her into such a Dead Lethargy, that she never more awaked.   St. George delivering St. Patrick and the other five champions form the cave of the Sorceress Kalyb 
Divers Caves also that had Men, and Children, shut up in them many Years, of themselves flew open, and there was a Universal Goal-Delivery, of all such as the Sorceries of Kalyb had Confined; for at the minute of her Death, her Power ceased, nor was there any longer force of her Charms.  
All the deformed Spirits, Hideous Monsters, dreadful Noises, and Venomous Serpents Vanished, and a beautiful Serenity diffused itself over the whole Valley. The Grass assumed its Verdure, the Flowers their Odour, the Birds their Harmonious Warble, the Fountains again recovered their Crystalline Purity, and all things returned to their Native Order and Beauty.  
Thus was the Mighty Enchantment of the Famous Kalyb dissolved; whilst the Infernal Spirits hurried her miserable Carcase into the Dreadful Torments of a Wretched Eternity.   

CHAP. II. The Valiant St. Patrick taketh leave of the other six Champions; what happened to him after his departure.  
THe Heroic St. Patrick perceiving himself now at liberty from those Witchy bonds which had a long time confined him, and hindered the great performances of his Sword; thought fit to lose no longer time, but to seek out such Adventures as might Unroll his Name amongst the Chiefest Worthies: Wherefore he spoke to the English Champion after this manner;  
Right Noble and Victorious St. George, since it hath pleased our better Stars to make you the Glorious Instrument of our Redemption from the miserable Enchantment wherein we were tied; and you seem to be sent from Heaven to us, as our Guardian-Angel; give me leave (after repeating my Unfeigned thanks for your so unparallelled favour) to assure you, that I think the Remainder of our Lives cannot be better Employed, than in the Service of our Renowned Benefactor; and therefore we will follow your Conduct, and Commands, upon all Occasions, and Acknowledge it as our greatest happiness to serve so Generous a Master.  
To which Speech, the other Five having declared their joint Consent, The most Courteous St. George having with great Humanity received their Compliment, made this Reply:  
Renowned Irish Knight, Whose unmatched Courtesy (without the Acheivements of thy Arms) might Entitle thee Conqueror of the World; and you my Fellow Soldiers, who with so great Affection have offered your kindness to me: You may be well assured, that it was not for my sake, this great Miracle hath been wrought, but for the general benefit of all Mankind, who need the assistance of your Valours: Let us then shape divers Courses, and search out Glorious Achievements in the furthermost part of the World: Let us divide ourselves, and scatter Monuments to our High Courages in all the Habitable parts of the Globe; making the most Remote and Barbarous Provinces pay Tribute to the Memory of the Seven Mighty Champions of Europe. And as for You thrice Noble Patrick, where ever the Irish Harp shall sound, your Fame shall be recorded by the best skill of deviceful Bards, and smooth-Tongued Rythmers; our several Native Countries shall wear Badges of Honour to our Memories, and the greatest Knights take their Nobility from the Names of our Order.  
This Rhetorical Speech of St. George's being ended; the Active Irish Knight thought long to have his Spurs on; wherefore calling to him one Mac, a Servant of his, that had been shut up with others in the Enchanted Rock; he gave him order to go and provide Horses for himself, and the other six Champions, and to bring them to the Brazen Tower with all Expedition. Mac readily Obeying his Lords Commands, was gone in a trice. In the mean time the Worthy Knights searching the Rooms of the Castle, found all manner of Rich and Costly Furniture, with Princely Habiliments of War, which the damned Sorceress had laid up, having belonged to Princes, which she had Devilishly made away in her Enchanted Cell. There were carved Indian Lances, Turkey Bows, Tartarian Darts, Toledo Swords, Flemish Pistols, Leather Carbines; and so many sorts of Martial Engines, so quaintly devised, that it would have puffed all the Virtuoso's in Athens to have mended their Invention. There were Drums and Trumpets that would beat and sound of their own accord, to animate the Valiant to Battle. Musquetoons and Blunderbusses that would charge and discharge themselves seven or eight times following: There were Likewise, Breastplates, Reins, Croupers, and Furniture of all sorts; some whereon the Pencil had showed its best Art; others where the Needle hath tried its utmost skill: for on some were the Loves of Pyramus, and Thisbie; on others Dido hanging herself for Eneus, than Venus tearing her tresses for loss of Adonis; Juno looking through her fingers at the Rapes of Jupiter; and on one was Prophetically drawn St. George and the Dragon, with Damosel by: Besides, a number of Impresses, Devices, and curious Stories of like Nature, enough to fire the Courage of the most mortified Knight alive.  
They had scarcely chosen out of the Armoury, what was suitable to their several Fancies and Occasions, before Mac was returned with the Horses; which were such, that if Barbary were ransacked for Beauty, or Germany for strength, they could not have been matched; Nor is it strange, that they were brought so suddenly; for this being an Age of Miracles, St. Patrick's Groom met them on the Road coming to the Castle of their own accord, and ready marked to their hand; for the Irish Knights was branded with an Harp; the English with a Garter; the Scots, with a Cross Saltier; the Britain's with a Leek; The Italians with a Tarantula; The Spaniards with a Goat; and Monsiers with the Scratches: So that it was easy to determine which Jennet belonged to each Champion.  
There was not need of much trouble to put on their several furnitures; for they fitted so exactly, as if they had been made on purpose; they were all very Sumptuous, Rich, and of admirable Device. I shall only take notice of the Caparison of our Noble St. Patrick, whose Impress was an Orpheus playing on an Irish Harp, with a number of Sheep and Bullocks feeding on the Mountains by. His Motto was, Beware the Wolf. Now being all mounted on their fiery Steeds, which seemed as so many Pegasus', or Charitors of the Sun; and having marched beyond the bounds of the Castle: where having cast Lots which should make the first Adventure, the Lot fell to our Noble Champion St. Patrick; who in a very Knightly Oration, Exhorted them to affirm Amity with one another; and that they should employ their Valiant Swords in Honour of their Native Countries; promising withal, that if either of their persons required his Service, he would on the least notice not fail to come to their Aid and Assistance. Thus having Mutually Embraced, and taken leave of one another, they separated themselves; each one taking his course, as his particular Genius prompted him: Our Champion bending the Course of his Travails towards the North, where he had understood, that a Knight of Extraordinary prowess, had beleaguered a very Beautiful and Excellent Lady in her own Castle, with resolution to force her thence to Marry him, notwithstanding she had plighted her Faith to another Lord; who though much Inferior to him in the Bounties of Fortune, had by far the pre-eminence of him in Personal Endowments, and especially in the Esteem and good Affection of the fair Climena, (for so was the Lady called) so that the most Accomplished Philadon had already secured the main fortress, whilst in vain his wretched Rival Lymas lay Storming of the Outworks.   St. Patrick meeting Lord Olinder by the bank of the river 
Sir Knight (said he) for so your Arms and Equipage bespeaks you to be; I well perceive you are a Stranger in these Parts; and the time of the Evening now requires a due refreshment after your Travels, wherefore if you please to accept of such a Treatment as my Country Mansion doth afford; I shall acknowledge it an Honour to my House, and you shall as freely command there, as if you were in your own Inn: Besides, you must understand, that here is no Village for your Reception, in divers Miles of this place.  
St. Patrick having with due acknowledgement accepted Olindors Generous Offer, Alighted off his Horse, and taking the Reins in his hand, he walked together with his Noble Host towards his Stately Habitation. They had gone but little more than a Furlong, before the Walks opened them a prospect to the Front of the Building, which stood on a gentle ascent of ground looking over the pleasant Fields we but now described. The entrance was raised on Pillars of Marble, with Pedstals and Capjters of Burnished Brass, which gave a lustre like shining Gold; within the entrance was a Terras supported with Pillars of jet, upon a Pavement of divers Cullered Marble most Artiffcially laid in Chequer Work, on each side a green Court set with Myrtles, Oranges, and Pines. The Building itself was raised with Porphyry, and alabaster Curiously set in uniform Squares, or Pains. A little before they came to the entrance, at a small distance on the left hand was the Stable; a structure not unsuitable to the Grandeur of the rest, but as much as any thing spoke the Magnificence of the Owner; besides carved stalls for a hundred Horses, there was in one part a Mew appointed where the Hawks were kept, which in their several Seasons brought the Duck, the Quail, the Partridge, and Plover to their Master's Table, there were  Lodgings for the Grooms, and Falconers, besides Stores for the Provender, and Rooms wherein the Rich Saddles, Caparisons, Arms, and Furniture was carefully kept: So many perquisites swelled the Stables almost to the Bulk of the dwelling House, which was hardly distinguishable from the other in figure; only that it lifted its Lofty head above it.  
Near the same distance from the entrance on the Right hand was a Curious Fountain, representing the Famous River Nilus; for at seven heads it discharged as many Crystal Streams into a Vessel of Marble, from whence the Water was conveyed to an Adjacent Pond for washing, and refreshing the Horses.  
Near the Door of the Stables waited several of the Grooms, who at a distance perceiving their Master, ran to attend him, and received into their Care the Horse of our Knightly Traveller. Then the most Hospitable Olinder taking the Noble Patrick by the hand, Conducted him into the most Beautiful, and complete Palace that ever his eyes had seen; They passed (through a stately Hall whose guilded Roof dazzled the Eye of the beholder; round about it were curiously Painted the History of the Trojan War, the Mighty Giants Ascapath and St. Bevis; and the Famous Combat between Captain Jones, and the King of Bombaza; Their Postures and Weapons were so lively depainted, you would have thought their Swords and Spears had clashed together;) thence, going through a Gallery which had a Floor of Cedar in-laid with Ebony and Silver, and the Wainscot of Indian Porphirie, curiously guilded with Embossed work of Gold. They Might see there in several Pieces of admirable Paint, the Honourable and great Atcheiuments of the Ancient Lords of that princely Seat; from whence entering into a Parlour, whose Beauty exceeded all that had yet been seen; they sat down on a Couch of Embroidered Damask richly perfumed, which through a large Casement of Crystal, Enticed the Eyes of St. Patrick into the most Beautiful, and Attractive Garden that ever was contrived, by the most Exquisite Artist: All that the Fabulous Poets have said in praise of their feigned Elysium falls much short of describing the Charming Glory, and sweetness of this place.  
There were Fountains Contrived with such Admirable Art, that they Saluted your ears with a Consort of all sorts of Delectable Music, Statues of Copper, expressing all the Months of the Year, besides divers Historical Figures; but in the midst stood Flora, Enthroned as it were in her proper Orb, with all the Fragrancies of Nature round about her. At one side was a Wilderness for Shady Walks, where (without the Clew of Ariadne) it was hard for a Stranger to find the way out again, in one Corner of this was a Grotto where Artificial Birds of all Sorts Expressed the lively Notes of the Natural, and that so truly, that Starlings, Blackbirds, and Linnets have often resorted to them, and joined in their Consort.  
Whilst at these Excellent Prospects; Our Champion was Contemplating the Grandeur of the Noble Olindor, a Page with an humble Reverence, brings into the Room, a Voider of all the Various and Excellent Fruits that stately Garden did afford; some whereof were Candied with Excellent Art: Of these the Generous Host presents his Heroic Guest, which were of great refreshment to him after his weary Travail; They had likewise of the Richest Toscan Wine, besides Cordials of Admirable Virtue. Then the Page helping off his Armour, St. Patrick with the Friendly Olindor, took a walk towards the Grot, in th● further side of the Garden, where sitting dow● together, they began to recount their severa● Adventures, and to inquire of one another's Fortunes, Misfortunes, Successes, and Accidents.   

CHAP. III. What Discourse happened in the Grot between St. Patrick and Olindor, how St. Patrick undertakes the Release of the Lady Climena; with several Adventures that befell him.  
THe Renowned St. Patrick being affected with all Imaginable Satisfaction, at the Grandeur, Magnificence, and abounding Courtesy of the Generous Olindor; and well knowing such sumptuous Palaces, splendid Attendants, with the other Gallantries wherewith that place abounded, could not be maintained without an answerable Revenue: He thought himself highly Obliged to pay a suitable respect to the Lord of the greatest Palace he had ever seen. Therefore casting a Princely Aspect (yet full of Humility) towards the Reverend Olindor; he gave him a full Account of all the Direful Accidents already mentioned, in relation to himself and the other six Champions; all that had happened to them in the Enchanted Castle of the Magical Kalyb, with the wonderful manner of their strange deliverance; by the disolving her Charms; at which the Good Olindor could not forbear to interrupt him in this Sort: Oh Heavens! said he, and is that Hellish Sorceress at last punished for her Devilish Practices; how much is the World Obliged to the Fortune and Bravery of those Worthies, that Accomplished so great a Blessing? I have heard (Continued he) Strange and Dreadful Relations, of Monstrous Cruelties, and Barbarismes committed by that Lewd Witch; but had never that particular, and satisfactory Account, which now even makes my Ears to rejoice at the hearing, and fills my Chilled Veins with a diffused warmth for Joy of so great a Benefit. What Blessings may not Mankind hope for from the Glorious Arms of such All-Conquering Heroes, now the propitious Stars have already made you Triumph over the powers of Darkness, and Conquerors even of Hell itself.  
The Noble Patrick could not here forbear to pay an Honourable Acknowledgement to his Gallant Host, for the great Character he had giv n himself and Fellow-Champions, adding, tha● whatever Courage or Fortune Heaven had made him and his Brother-Champions Masters of, must certainly be at the Devotion of such as the Brave Olindor; and that for his part especially, he knew not how in Gratitude he could answer the high Obligations conferred on him, without laying both his Sword, and himself at the Feet of so Excellent a Person. Alas (replied Olindor) you have laid so weighty a Compliment on a declining Old Man, as makes me even stoop beneath the weight of it: But Noble Knight (said he) if your Valour call for Exercise; there is a Niece of mine, by Name, Clymena, that may need the Aid of your Knightly Prowess: You must know Gallant Stranger, that this Lady is Heiress to a very Large and fertile Territory, yet of a Family whose stock of Honour far Exceeds the Bounties of their Large Fortunes. At the Age of Fourteen both her Parents were summoned to the Elysian Shades, leaving the Fair Clymena to the Tutelage of her Mother's Brother; This Gentleman had a Son of his own about sixteen years of age by name Philadon, who is Master of as much personal Beauty, happy Education, sweet Disposition, and natural Courage (perhaps) as any Lad of his Age, only his Estate came short of Clymena's; but that was largely supplied by the other Accomplishments; which made my Young Niece so fond of him, that she would never entertain a thought of Marrying any other Person, but still admitted him to all opportunities of Conversation; spending their time in such Gentile Diversions, as were proper for Persons of their Quality: Sometimes his Voice, sometimes his Recorder must make a Consort to her well tuned Lute: Sometimes their wanton Feet would measure out an Artificial knot upon the plain, whilst one of their Pages proportioned out their time on a Guittar, or Violin. Sometimes her Fancy would lead her to the River's side; where with his Hook and Line, the Charming Philadon would attend her, bringing the Inhabitants of the watery Element out of their cold Region, to dance and play in the Sunshine of her Eyes; and what Excellent strains of Courtship would the Enamoured Philadon use on such occasions; telling her, that the Sparkling Diamonds of her face bestowed the guilding, and Enamel on their Silver Seales. Then taking out his Pocket-Whistle, he gave his Page a summons, who in Obedience to that call, straight attended: Sirrah (said his Master) do you give this Worthy Knight the Fishing Song my Kinsman Philadon, made on my Neices going to the River's side with him, at which the Page taking a Lute taught the strings to answer his Voice, whilst he sung.  

SONG.  
Wee'ce gang Early to the Burks side,  
To catch the pretty Fishes as they do Glide,  
And ev'ry little Fish thy Prisoner shall be,  
For I'ce catch them, and Thou'st catch Me.   
There were more of the Verses, but because of late they have been made common, I shall not trouble the Reader with them; but the Page having ended, much to the Satisfaction of the Travelling Knight, (who much admired his graceful performance all the while) the good Olindor Assumed his Story after this manner.  
But now all those Innocent pastimes are ceased, and their Music changed into the Noise of Trumpets and Guns, Their Dancing into Sallies, and Attaques,  
For suddenly in one Night (one Lymas a great Lord of the Northern Part, having heard much of the Fortune of Climena, and not thinking it fit that any one should be Master of so great a Treasure beside himself) came with a mighty force which he had raised among his Numerous Tenants; and Accompanied with many young Sparks of his Acquaintance; in an Instant surrounded the Castle, which is the residence of these two young Lovers; intending to force the incomparable Clymena to his greedy Embraces; many attempts hath he made by Granades, Batteries, and other Essays, to enter the House; but by reason of its advantageous Situation, strong Building; and the great care of my Nephew and his Servants, they are still repulsed without success: Yesterday I sent my only Son (who will be glad of the Honour of your Acquaintance) to gather as many of his Friends and Tenants as he finds willing to engage with him in so Honourable an Enterprise; either by force to drive Lymas out of our Territories, or at least to relieve the Castle until a greater Strength can be raised.  
In the Midst of this discourse a Page gave notice that Supper attended for them, whereupon Olindor taking the Irish Patron by the hand conducted him to a Spacious Arbour at another corner of the Garden, which was Composed of Gessamines, Myrtles, and Roses; adjoining to it was an Exquisite Fountain representing Helicon, where the Nine Muses were Expressed in most  Hieroglyphiels cast in Copper; the Conveyance of the Water was contrived with such Art, that in its passage it made a Musical Harmony, as if Organs, Harpsicals, and Viols, had been in Consort, and by turning a Cock, they could make it answer any time they pleased.  
The Table was of alabaster, whereon they had a most Princely Entertainment, served up in Plate and Porcelain of th● China make; There was Kid; Fowl, and Fish, with the Choicest Fruits of each kind, according to the proper Season: Wine Richer than ever the Grecians offered in Sacrifice to Bacchus; whilst by the Command of Olindor on● of the Pages, setting the Fountain in Accord to his Voice, in a mournful Accent sang this  

SONG.  

AH! Fading Joy, How quickly art thou passed,  
Yet we thy Ruin haste,  
As if the cares of Human life were few,  
We seek out New,  
And follow Fate which would too fast pursue.   

See how on every Bow the Birds Express,  
In their sweet Notes, their Happiness;  
They all enjoy, and nothing spare;  
But on their Mother-Nature lay their Care;  
Why then should Man, the Lord of all Below,  
Such Troubles choose to know,  
As none of all his Subjects undergo?  
Hark how the Waters▪ Fall, fall, fall!  
And with a murmuring sound,  
Dash, Dash upon the Ground,  
To gentle Slumbers call.    
Notwithstanding the Princely Patrick's Senses were all at one time Importuned, and feasted with the greatest Delicates Imaginable: His Eyes with the Beautiful prospect of the Palace and Garden; his Ears with the Charming Music of the Page and Fountain; his Nostrils with the fragrant sweetness of the Arbour; his palate casting the several well-Coockt dishes, and various Fruits, with which the Table abounded; nor was his sense of feeling un-imployd, for although the satisfaction he received from so Excellent a Banquet was very great; yet felt he in himself a more Ardent desire to Encounter Lymas; and Exercise his mighty Arms for the relief of the Beauteous Clymena, than for ever to enjoy the wanton Luxury of all the Courtly Entertainments imaginable. Dellicacies and Dalliances are uneasy to Valiant and Heroic Souls, whose Magnanimity spurs them on always to feats of Arms, and the puissant Atcheiuments of Chivallry.  
The thrice Noble Prtrick could not forbear discovering the inward resentments of his soul unto the Brave Olindor in this sort.  
Excellent Lord Olindor, Although the Princely Opulence under which your Table growns, be such as Emperor's Palaces may well envy; and the Entertainment your Bounty affords me, far transcending all the acknowledgements I can possibly return; yet give me leave to tell you, that the Opportunity you have put into my hand, to serve you in relation to your Niece, and to Hazard my Life in the service of so Worthy a Lord as Olindor, infinitely surpasses all the satisfaction Arising from the other considerations, so that now I covet nothing more than to see the Face of Lymas, and to call him to account for the Injuries offered to your Excellent Niece: Doubtless (said he) he shall soon be sensible of the loss his own guilt will pull upon him: But (continued he) Know Famous Olindor, that before I had the good Fortune to meet you by the side of your River; I had fully determined to Revenge upon the Impious Lymas, the injuries and abuses done by him to the Lady Clymena; for it was only that Motive that brought me hither: But I must acknowledge my Resolution much Heightened since I have had the Relation of her misfortunes from your Lips; and especially since I understand the alliance between your Families to be such, that you are engaging your Noble Son in the Conflict.   a servant informing St. Patrick and Lord Olinder that Olinder's Son has arrived with reinforcements 
Great Observation did all the Strangers take of our Valiant Patrick, whose Martial Presence, and Heroic Comportment, made them unanimously six upon him to be their Leader; but this determination they kept secret until the Morning. In the mean time the Prudent Olindor gave orders to divers of his principle Servants to be ready to attend his Son on the next day's March, and to bear him company in the Battle: And to one he gave special direction to bring him word what was the first success of the Engagement. All the while the brave Olinderus was entertaining his Friends with the Sumptuous Refreshment his Father's House afforded, whilst sederal brisk Glasses went about to Clymena's Health, and the good success of their Expedition.  
Thus passed they away the Evening, with many discourses relating to the carrying on their Enterprise, until the good Olindor sent one of his Gentlemen to acquaint the Noble Champion, that if he pleased to repose himself, his Apartment was ready: So being Conducted by divers of the principal Servants with Wax lights in Silver Stands; the Hospitable Old Lord would needs attend his Guest to his Lodging, as likewise did the Young Olindarus, and divers of the Principal Nobles: He was led up by a large Stair Case of Cedar Richly Carved and Guilded, the Wainscot adorned with many pieces of curious Landscape, and Sea Prospects of Admirable Art: So that in divers the Wracks were so Lively described, you would have thought you had heard the sinking Mariners call for help: Some Vessels seemed to be just blowing up, where many Bodies appeared mounted up far in the Air, and their Limbs scattered with the Violence of the Powder. Within this was a Chamber, where on the Cealing was a Sky most Artificially wrought, where Silver Cynthia, and her Necturnal Train of glorious Stars and Planets gave so great Lustr● as if they had been come there on purpose to keep an Alternate watch during the Champions Repose. It was hung round with th● Richest Venetian Tapstery of Silk, Silver and Gold; in which was admirably expresse● the Story of Argalus and Perthenia's Love with their many Adventures; and fatal Tragedy, one would have thought by the splendour o● this Chamber, that it had (at least) been th● Palace of bright Phoebus, or at least a Recess provided for the Poetical Gods.  
Thus having brought our Mighty Hero to this Magnificent Lodging; the Most Courteous Olindor, and the rest of the Noble Train took their Leaves of him, recommending him to the Quietude of Downy slumbers; and having bid each other good night, with the greatest Civility the most Generous Tongue could Express, the Valiant Patrick laid him down on an Italian Couch, made of the Richest green Silk Damask, under a Canopy of Pearl-Couler Satin wrought with Flowers of Gold; and Revolving in his mind how to manage the Fortune of the following day: the heavy Morpheus with his Leaden Key Locked up his senses in soul-refreshing sleep; and about the midst of the Night appeared to him the Resemblance of the Most Renowned St. George, having on one Arm his Golden Garter, on the other his Ruby Cross, and on his breast the figure of the fiery Dragon; his countenance was exceeding Beautiful, such as it had been, when he Charmed the Enchantress Kalyb: his presence was altogether Amiable and Attractive; and approaching the silent Bed of the sleeping Champion, he thus Accosted him: 
I the Idea of Great George am come,  
To tell thee thou must be Base Lymas doom;  
Thou Valiant Patrick shalt his Power Quell,  
And free Clymena from his Magic Spell;  
Then shall thy Sword in Thracia raise thy Name,  
The Eastern Soultans' shall Proclaim thy Fame:  
Kings shall in Patrick's Honour Bages wear,  
And Mighty Kingdoms to thee Statues Rear.  Having said this, the Friendly Spectrum with a slow pace left the Room; whilst St. Patrick overjoyed with the Vision awaked from his pleasant slumber, & still Imagining his Brother Champion had been in the Chamber, stepped out of his Bed to thank him for the extraordinary care he took of his Concerns; but at last finding no one, he concluded it was St. George's Angel which in such Courteous manner had administered this comfort to him; so returning again to his Dormitory, he passed the Night in various Cogitations until the Morning.  
But what pen is able to paint out with what Celerity they Addressed themselves to their March; for no sooner had the grey janitor sprinkled his first Atoms of light on the darkened Air, foreshowing the approach of Apollo's Chariot; but our Warlike Patrick descended into the Hall, calling for his Armour, where in a short time the Brave Olindarus, with the rest of the Young Nobles met him. The Grooms had already fitted all the Equipages of their Horses, and made them ready for their Masters call, and the furious Beasts stood beating the Ground with their hardy Hoofs, as if angry they were not on the March; strait as soon as the Knights had completely Armed themselves, the Trumpets sounded to Horse; when the mirror of his Age, the Incomparable Olindor, came out of his Chamber to take his leave of his Son, and his Noble Guests; But first addressing himself to the Champion of Ireland, acknowledging the kindness of his Stars that at such a time had brought so extraordinary a Guest under under his Roof; adding that the fortune of his Niece, and whole Family depended on his Valour; and that he did not doubt of Victory under the Conduct of so Worthy a Cheiftain: To which he replied, that he wanted words to express how much he was Obliged to the goodness of the most generous Olindor; but as long as he had a hand able to wield a Sword, it should still be employed in the Service of himself and Noble Family: Then rendering him his Knightly thanks for the large Bounties of his House, protesting he thought him the most Hospitable Person in the World; the Heroic Patrick would needs kiss his hand, and so went to his Horse; Then with a cheerful countenance, embracing his Son, My Olindarus (said he) thou art now going into the Field of Honour, to Fight the Battle of an injured Lady, my dear Niece; I know that when I was at thy Age, I wanted not Martial Blood; and am only grieved my Age denies me now to bear thee company in so brave an Enterprise: Let these young Sparks, that in most friendly manner bear thee Company, to the Wars, see proof of the inherent Valour that dwells in Olindors' Blood; nor spoke I this as doubting thy brave Performance; no, my dear Olindarus, thy forwardness and conduct in this whole Affair, hath given me a large assurance of thy readiness to enter the List, and I doubt not but I shall see thee return Loaden with Triumphs, to the eternal Honour of thy Noble Ancestors. Then giving him his Paternal Benediction, he commended them all to the Tutelage of Minerva, advising them to make choice of the thrice Famous Patrick for their Leader; which with one Voice they immediately did, it having been their resolution the night before: and with loud Acclamations confirmed their Choice, taking it as a good Omen, that they had done it by the direction of Olindor, whose Chariot waited in readiness to accompany them the first two Miles of their March.   

CHAP. IU. Their Equipage at departing from the house of Olindor. St. Patrick arriveth at the Camp, accepteth the Challenge; with what followed thereupon.  
THe Famous Patrick being the Mirror of true Chivalry, and Grrant Knighthood, was accoutred not unsuitable to his high Quality: He had on a Suit of Armour of Sythian Steel, hardened by the Cyclops in the Forge of Vulcan, folded with joints of Brass, and set with Studds of Gold; at the bowings of the Arms and Knees, were Figured the heads of four Monstrous and Terrible Giants, whose Eyes seemed to spartle with burning Fire: on his Breastplate, he wore a Harp, Curiously Composed of Diamonds set in Gold, and strung with Pearl; signifying his Native Country, and being the Cognizance thereof. As for his Target, it was of the Skins of scaly Fish, wrought into form by the Indian Magicians, and hardened by the Sun, till it was impenetrable, even by Darts pointed with the sharpest Steel; he had a Lance born by his Page, made of Materials so tough, as no force could brake, and had for its point the Horn of an African Unicorn, that would batter even very Rocks. On his Head was a Murrain of the Finest Copper, Flowered and Inlaid with Gold, and sparkling with Gems of divers sorts; in the Crest whereof, was set a very large Crimson Feather, spangled with Gold, which waving down his back, seemed like a blushing Cloud, gently moving before the Wind.  
His Sword was supposed to be the Sire of that in Westminster-Abby, in times passed so Terrible to France; it had so great Virtue, that it would dissolve Enchantments, broke in sunder Magical Rocks, and resist the force of Poison. This Armour, as you have heard before, was found in the Enchanted Cave of Kalyb, and placed there by Minerva, to be worn by the most Valiant, and Undaunted Chevalier in the World; the proof whereof will appear in the following History.  
Nor was the Equipage of the young Olindarus, less exquisite; for his Armour, Trappings and Target, were as Rich as any were ever seen in the Trojan War; where the Gallantry and Art of the Grecians, were to the Life expressed. All the other young Noble men his friends, had their several devices; Some in memory of their Ladies; others portrayed the design of their Enterprise, with other Allusions proper to their several Passions, and Inclinations. They were all Mounted on Horses of such Admirable Shape and Courage, as if Parthia, or Germany had been ransacked for their best Horse of Manage.  
Their thundering Hoofs did beat the trembling Ground,  
Their lusty Neighing, made the Air resound;  
In Line most regular, they Marched, to show  
That they by Rule, would Vanquish puissant Foe.  
Such Courage, Ancient Sparta rarely bred,  
Enough to make Great Homer's Heroes dread.  
Never did Chieftain with more bravery Grace the Front of his Officers, than our Mighty Patrick lead his youthful Army to the Trial of their Valours: All acknowledging him to be the most undoubted Captain that ever gave Law to the Sword of his Enemy.  
The first day, having in most Graceful Order passed the Confines of Olinders Valley; they ascended a mighty Hill, which brought them into a Plain, within five Leagues of the perfidious Lymas' Army. Here they resolved to rest themselves that night, and take such measures as might the better fit them for an Attack the next morning: Wherefore the Riders dismounting, enclosed a large piece of Campaign Ground, in the midst of which they turned their Horses to Grass, that they might be the sitter for the next days Travel. Whilst our Famous Patrick, the brave Olindarus, and some chief of the young Nobles, advised which way they might give notice to the Castle of the fair Climena of their advancement towards her relief; but to their great Astonishment they were soon answered by the wonder of his Age, St. Patrick, who assured them, that by the Virtue of his Sword, any one might pass Incognito to the Castle, and bring them an account before the Morning: Whereupon it was resolved, that the Noble Olindarus should (by the Messenger) give his Cousin a Letter of their design, which he immediately writ, in this sort.  
To the thrice Fair Climena, Olindarus sendeth greeting.  
WHen these shall kiss your fair hands, you may understand that myself, and about Eight Hundred of the Principal youth of my Father's Country, understanding the unworthy designs of the Traitor Lymas against your Person, are now upon our March, in fifteen Leagues of your Castle; having for our Captain the most Renowned St. Patrick of Ireland, whom some good Star brought to my Father's House, that very Night that we were mustering ourselves for this Expedition: He is a Person by unerring Fate designed to make all that he opposes Trophies to his Valour. We only wait an Answer from you by this Messenger, that we may know in the best manner how to apply ourselves to your Service,  
Olindarus.  
No sooner was this Letter written and sealed, but St. Patrick laying his Enchanted Sword on the shoulder of the Page, and pronouncing the words, Presto Remigrare; the Messenger Immediately vanished like a Bird through the Air, and in few minutes was at the besieged Castle, passing over the Camp of Lymas, as if he had been the Footboy of Jupiter, whilst his Magical disguise kept him unobserved by the Soldiers and Watches; and not discovering himself until he came into the presence of the Beauteous Clymena: where we will leave him to receive his dispatch, and return a little to St. Patrick and his Noble Brigade, whom we left on the Plain .  
The Champaign where these Warlike Horses were grazing was without any water, so that they had little stomach to fall to their green Salet without drink, being very Thirsty with their Travail; wherefore like generous Prauncers they carvetted round their pasture, beating the Soil with indignation that afforded them nor water to assuage their Martial heat. The Famous Horse of the Irish Champion pawing on the dry ground with great disdain, suddenly there arose under his foot a large Fountain, from whence Issued such abundance of Water, as served not only for the Refreshment of the Horses, but their Riders, to the great Astonishment of all present: And no Wonder, 
For if there were such Virtue in the Beast,  
What must He have by whom he was Possessed.  And presently after, to increase their Admiration, there sell amongst the Horses so great a shower of Oats and Beans, that the Cattle were Knee deep in Provender, where they wantoned it with great Luxury, until the Trumpets the next morning sounded to Horse: And though this Relation may pussle the belief of a Heretical Reader, yet we may account it but a Puisnie Miracle, if compared with those more Stupendious Successes that often attended our Champion in his Heroic Adventures.  
Now whilst the Noble Olindarus, and his brave Companions were with much wonder Contemplating on what had happened; the Page returned from the Castle of the Lady Clymena, and brought the following Letter.  
Clymena to the Noble Olindarus wisheth Health.  
Right Noble and Dear Cousin,  
YOurs by your trusty Page came safe to our hand, with no less Welcome than the gentle showers to the parched Earth; and we cannot but pay our best thanks to yourself, and those Honourable Worthies with you, that with so much Gallantry have engaged in defence of our Innocence against the Barbarous Violence of the Inhuman Lymas: especially to that Mighty and Renowned Patrick, whom Fame speaks more than Man, and from whose unconquerable Arm we may justly hope a happy Deliverance. We must now lay aside all thoughts of beating of the Tyrant by an Army, for not half an hour before the arrival of your Messenger, a Trumpeter from the Camp brought us this Challenge.  
Philadon,  
SInce thy boldness offereth to withhold Clymena from me; know that to Chastise thy folly, I have in my Camp a Giant and Champion, who personally is resolved to defy Thee, or whom thou shalt Appoint; if therefore either thyself or any other shall be so hardy as to meet him Armed to morrow in the Plain, before the Castle, at the Hour of Two in the Afternoon, thou wilt there receive a just reward for thy presumption.  
Upon reading this Paper, my dear Philadon resolved himself to Fight the mighty Giant; but what apprehensions that must needs put me into, you may easily imagine: I was resolved rather to hazard all by a Sally, then permit it: But this I durst not reveal to the Noble Philadon, whose great Soul believes all things superable by the love of his poor Clymena. I leave the conduct of all to your more Judicious Council, expecting to hear from you in the Morning.  
Clymena.  
This Letter being read in the presence of the Great and Mighty Champion St. Patrick, he immediately concluded the Giant to be a Butt proper for him to shoot the Arrows of his high Courage at; and therefore resolveth, before Day to be upon his March to so brave an Enterprise, by no means brooking any farther delay; wherefore ordering the Trumpets to give the Summons at that time; they laid down to take what refreshment they could in the interim.  
About three in the Morning, the Trumpets according to Order giving the Signal, they were soon mounted, their Youthful Rage boiling in hope of a sudden Encounter; their Furious Horses (though on a very swift March) went Chase with Foam, as if their Riders made not haste enough to the Fatal Battle. By break of day they were come in view of Lymas' Camp, which soon took an Alarm at their unexpected approach, and were quickly in a posture of defence: But the Giant (having swallowed a Calf and two Sheep for his Supper, and drank a Firkin of Brandy as a Health to Lymas, and his next day's success) was in so profound a sleep, that all the Cannon in the Dutch Fleet could not have awakened him; but before his Eyes were unglued, St. Patrick had levelled a forlorn of about Sixty of their Infantry, and struck such a Terror into the rest, as made them give him way to enter the Castle with his Troops, which he easily did; for at the first hearing the Alarm, Clymena concluded her generous Relievers were come, and was quickly confirmed in that her Opinion; for looking towards the Camp she soon knew her Cousin Olindarus by his Horse, and a White Feather in his Helmet, which had been her Brothers; wherefore causing the Castle Eats to be opened, they found a speedy entrance, none of Lymas' Men daring to follow them to the Outworks.  
As this unexpected Relief ministered much occasion of joy to the Besieged; who apprehended the Gods had fought for them, and on so Extraordinary an Attempt received the greatest Encouragement Imaginable: So was it of as ill Consequence to the Besiegers; who now perceived they had to do with Persons of such Incomparable Gallantry and Courage, as dreaded not the dangers, nor Terrors arising to Cowards on such occasions; but rather with greatest Resolution courted Honour in the greatest Difficulties. This made the Crafty Lymas (more than ever) rely on the force of his Monstrous Giant, in whom alone he now rested his hope of Victory.  
Nor may it seem strange, if on the alone Consideration of this Mighty Monster, Lymas might think himself in Condition to Challenge the whole World: for he was of so vast a stature, that the Stoutest Man on Horseback could scarcely reach up to his Navel; and (if Fame be not a Liar) he was Grandsire to the King of Bombaza named Bahadercam, whose fall so signalised the V●lour of Captain Jones. This Giant was named Cambagor, born on the Pyrenean Mountains, and was from his Infancy bred up in the hardships of that Climate, abounding with bitter Frosts, and Snows; and in the Company of Lions, Bears and Tigers; out of whose jaws (when a Boy) he rescued many a Breakfast: He would as ordinarily fell a Lion with a Stroke of his Fist on the Pole, as a Warrenner kills Coneys. He was so great an Enemy to the Flocks of the Neighbour Villages, that he had destroyed most of them; and sent their owners into the other World for endeavouring to protect them from his devouring Chaps. He would take the maddest Bull by the Horns, and twist his head off.  
One day being drawn down to the Sea side, he espied a Mighty Whale not far from the shore, which he thought might make a proper Booty for his greatness, wherefore casting a mighty Oak into the Sea, he bestrid it in pursuit of the Scaly Monster; and the Wind taking hold of the boughs of the Tree, drove him ashore on that Coast where Lymas had raised his Army against the chaste Clymena. At his first landing, spying a Company of Men, he designed immediately to Sacrifice them to the Appeasment of his all-devouring Gorge, which was then more than ordinary whetted by the sharpness of the Sea-Air: But they (soon perceiving the purpose of the Fell Monster) left the place, and resigned him the prospect of a Flock of Sheep, which at that time served him for a Supper.  
His Mouth was so large, that it seemed like a Portcullis, with five sets of Teeth, of that strength as would by't in sunder Barrs of Iron: The first bit he made at Sheep, Staggs, or Bullocks, was at their Horns; which he presently snapped off, and spit out of his Mouth for fear of choking; the rest of the body was soon dispatched down his throat, into the unsatiable furnace of his Stomach.  
Now the Base-minded Lymas hearing of this Inhuman Monster, bribed him (with whole Herds of Cattle, and Flocks of Sheep, besides Tunns of Liquors) to put him in Possession of the Incomparable Clymena.  
But no sooner was the ever Famous St. Patrick, with the rest of his Brigade, got into the Castle; (after having been Complimented by the Fair Clymena, and her lovely Philadon, for the great Honour they did them in attempting such hazardous Adventures for their sakes: and having on their parts declared their resolutions to hazard their lives in pursuit of so glorious an Undertaking:) but they unanimously agreed to send Lymas this Answer to his Challenge.  
To the Vnworthyest of Men, Lymas; Philadon sendeth Greeting.  
THy Challenge by the Trumpet the last even, was received; and in return thereto, Know thy Champion shall at the Time and Place be met by a Friend of Mine, who, for all Thy Bravadoes shall send his filthy Soul to the Shades of Acheron: And as for Thee, if thou darest to be his Second, I will myself undertake with equal Weapon to decide thy Pretensions to my Fairest Clymena.  
Philadon.   drummer relaying the message to Lymas 
No sooner was the Messenger returned, but the Gallant Philadon began to set all things in Order for this Mighty Combat, there were Galleries Erected for Clymena, and the Ladies with her on the outside of the Castle, against the plain ground; from whence they might be Spectators of the Bloody Encounter; The Noble Philadon, with the brave Olindarus, and the rest of the Gallant Horse that were in the Castle, drew out before the entrance of the Garrison, whilst the Infantry placed themselves on the Walls: On the other side, Lymas had drawn his Men in a Line, making as it were a boundary to the other side of the Plain; so that the middle space between the two Armies, was the Field where the ever Famous Patrick was to signalise his immortal Prowess by destroying the dreadfullest Giant that ever was mentioned in Romantic Author: Whilst the Soldiers on each side were in readiness to have engaged, if any foul play should be used.   

CHAP. V The Dreadful Combat betwixt St. Patrick and the Monstrous Giant Cambagor. His Voyage by Sea towards the Coast of Greece, and the strange Adventures that happened to him in that Voyage.  
NOw the appointed hour being come, wherein the Fortunes of the Incomparable Clymena were to be determined by the matchless Sword of the invincible St. Patrick, he marched out of the Castle to the Plain before mentioned, attended by the principal of the Nobility most splendidly Accoutred, with such gaiety of Plumes, Embroideries, Paintings, Guildings; as if they had been going to the Nuptials of some Magnificent Emperor; the very Air receiving Lustre from the dazzling splendour of their Arms and Trappings; and the Valley resounded with the Echo of their Silver Trumpets. They found the Monstrous Cambagor already entered the Lists, (he being the Challenger) his very appearance struck a terrible apprehension into most of the Spctators, by the dreadful gashfulness of his grim Countenance; his height was about thirty foot, so that those that had not lived in an Age of Giants, would have took him for a walking Steeple; for compared to him the Monsters in the Guild-Hall, would have seemed to be but Pigmie-Pages: His Shield was the Hull of a Ship, his Spear a mighty Mast, pointed at the Top with half a Tun of Iron; at his back was hung a Club, being the Body of a mighty Oak; for any thing less ponderous seemed but as a feather in his hand. Our glorious Champion St. Patrick was mounted on his own trusty Coursor, and Armed at all points as was before described, with that Enchanted Armour found in the Magical Cave, which no force of Weapon could penetrate; and though for Stature of Body he came very short of the Overgrown Giant, yet he far exceeded him in Courage; and was not much inferior to him for strength of Body, which joined to the greatness of his Valour, made large amends for the disproportion of his Stature.  
Having viewed his Monstrous Antagonist, the ever-Famous Patrick rid gently to him, and denouncing a generous and brave Defiance, he alighted from off his Horse, counting it dishonourable for so great a Champion to Fight even a Monstrous Giant at such disadvantage: So taking his Target and Spear, he began the most Tremendous Combat that ever was related, there having never been so glorious a Victory obtained at so vast a disadvantage.  
The Giant with Prodigious force made a blow with his mighty Spear at the Head of St. Patrick, which he nimbly avoiding, with a sudden thrust of his Lance, gave the Monster a wound in the right Knee; the horned point of it sticking so fast in the joint, that our Champion was fain to jerk with all his strength to recover it again; at that, the Fell Giant fetching another blow at his Head, enough to have battered a Rock; St. Patrick with his Target cast it off on his Shoulder, the weight of it sending him to the ground; but falling only on his Breech, he risen with such nimble advantage, that his Spear found way through the keel of the Giant's Shield to wound him in the Arm; Cambagor's Spear breaking with the last stroke he made on St. Patrick's Shoulder: And finding his Shield not Proof against the  force of his Weapon, he cast it down with such Violence, that it broke in pieces on the ground; then betaking himself to his mighty Club, he laid about him with such fury, as must soon have dashed our Champion to Atoms, had not the Excellence of his Armour, and the wonderful strength of his Constitution preserved him. This Encounter continued long, and to the great Astonishment of all the Spectators, who were struck, with wonder to see a Man of Ordinary Size and Proportion resist, and overcome the Violence of such a mighty Monster.   St. Patrick, after beheading the Giant Cambagor 
Thus fell this Terrible and Formidable Giant Cambagor by the hand of that wonder of the World, the Mighty Patrick, who (had he lived) would in short time have devoured the Cattle of a Kingdom: The which Heroic Action filled the Air with the loud Shouts and Acclamations of all about the Castle, whilst the Camp of Lymas were in great Consternation for the loss of their (as they thought) Invincible Champion.  
At the sight hereof, the Princely Philadon advanced, to pursue the Noble Victory by revenging his wrongs upon the Person of the Traitorous Lymas: who was so far from appearing as Second to his boasted Champion, that on slght of his Fall, he withdrew into the Rear of his Army, and suddenly rid out of the Field; whilst the Noble Philadon with great honour demanded him to make good his Challenge: But he not being to be found by the Officers of his Army; and they having advice from the Rear, that he had quitted the Field, immediately broke their Commissions; acknowledging to the Generous Philadon the Injustice of their Quarrel; and taking an Oath never more to appear in so unworthy a Cause; they forthwith dismiss their Soldiers, who were weary of serving so bad a Master; and dispersed themselves to their respective Habitations. Some of Lymas' Neighbours taking the Road that lead to his Country, espied him in a Field about a Mile distant from the Camp; where he had turned Executioner to himself, and with his own hands had hanged himself to a Tree near the way side: this Spectacle much Confirmed them in their Opinions of the baseness of his enterprise, whilst they there saw him tied up to the Destiny usually attending Cowards in Despair. Where we will leave him exposed to the Eternal Infamy and Terror of such Barbarous and Inhuman Villains; and return again to the Castle, which now resounded with nothing but the High praises of the Invincible St. Patrick.  
They divided the Body of the Giant into four Quarters, which were sent to four Principal Cities of the Realm, to be fixed on the Gates in Memory of so famous an Exploit; the Head was carried into the Castle, and fastened on a Pole over the Gate of Entrance: St. Patrick having only taken a Lock of his Beard, which he ever after wore fastened to his Plume on the Crest of his Helmet, as a Trophy of his unmatched Valour, and undoubted Prowess.  
Thus by the Courage of this Puissant Hero, was the Fair Clymena delivered from the Cruel Siege of the most Infamous Lymas, the Noble Philadon rid of his unworthy Rival, and the whole World freed from the apprehensions of the Savage Cambagor.  
That Night was spent in all the Solemnities of Rejoicing, the straightness of the time would afford, by firing of Guns, making of Bonfires, and Martial Consorts of their Drums and Trumpets; whilst the Princely Clymena, with a Noble Train of Beauteous Ladies came to kiss the hand of her great Benefactor: The Courteous Philadon, the brave Olindarus, with the rest of the Young Lords, striving which should exceed the other in passing the highest Compliments and Encomiums on so unparallelled an Adventure: The Incomparable St. Patrick with the greatest Gallantry Imaginable returned their high Caresses with this Generous Answer:  
That all that had been done, and what ever else lay in his Power to perform, was but too little to show the great Service he had for Persons of their Extraordinary Figure, and high Perfections. Adding, that what had happened, must rather be imputed to the influence of Clymena's Stars, that favoured the Justice of her Cause; so that it was Impossible an Action so glorious could fail of Success, though attempted by a weaker hand.  
In the mean time, whilst these great Heroes were entertertaining the Champion with these Rhetorical Harangues; the Servants of Clymena had made provision of a Magnificent supper, not unsuitable to the Extraordinariness of the Occasion. The Nobles and Ladies sitting down in the Hall, were served with all the Choice Variety the greatest Palace could Boast of; They testified their hearty Congratulation of that Day's Success by plentiful Glasses of rich Wine, with which the Table abounded; whilst a Musical Consort of Harps and Viols feasted their Ears with this  

SONG.  
NOw, now the Fight's done, and the great God of War,  
Lies Sleeping in Shades, and unrifles his Care;  
Love Laughs at his Rest,  
Whilst the Soldier Alarms;  
And with Drums and with Trumpets  
They Beat up to Arms;  
He rides on his Lance, and the Bushes he bangs,  
And his broad Bloody Sword on a Willow Tree hangs.   
The Song ended; the Spacious Hall rung with another Consort, which was of Huzza's, whilst a Health was drank round to the Famous Patrick Champion of Ireland; which he requited by beginning another to the Hospitable and Noble Lord Olindor, Father of Olindarus, and Uncle to Clymena; and so in Order, till a Glass had been pledged to every particular Persons health at that Noble Table. Nor were the Common Soldiers without a large share of the Bounteous Entertainment of that Night; for many Vessels of Wine, and other Excellent Liquors were placed in the Court amongst them; with a great plenty of Beef, Venison, Lamb, and other Extraordinary Provision, answerable to the Grandeur of the Lady of that Mansion: so that a Universal joy diffused itself through the whole Castle, and was Legible in every face; and every Tongue thought itself not well Employed, that sounded not the High Praises of the most Famous St. Patrick, whose insuperable Courage, brave Conduct, and stupendious Success, was now become the Discourse and Wonder of all People.  
This was that night (wherein the base-minded Lymas designed to have wantoned in the Ruin of Clymena's Honour; to have Triumphed in the Overthrow of Philadon, and have made himself Lord of that Princely Castle) turned into a Jubilee for the defeat of the wretched Lymas; the slaughter of the barbarous Cambagor, and the mighty deliverance of Phyladon, and Clymena.  
They spent their time in Unwearied Caresses, and Brisk Entertainments, until Chanticleer had summoned the Morning to open the Portals of the East: when by unanimous Consent, all addressed themselves to make Truce with Morpheus for the repose of some Hours, to fit them the better for the business of the Following day. Therefore conducting the renowned St. Patrick to a most Princely Apartment appointed for him, they left him to reflect on the Transactions of that day, and to thank his Stars for their happy influence.  
So soon as the brave Olindarus awaked the next Morning, he might perceive the Burnished Chariot of Apollow, had ascended the Olympic Hill, almost Six hours' journey; when (willing that the Youth, which in courteous manner had attended him, should no longer be kept from their doubtful Relations; and desirous to carry home the glad Tidings of this Glorious Victory, to the concerned Olindor) he gave his Trumpets Order to give the Signal, that his Company should prepare to Horse; so that by that time they were ready, he with his young Nobles, had taken their leaves of the Generous Philadon, and the lovely Clymena, and attended the Apartment of the World's Wonder, St. Patrick, where kissing his hand, and receiving of him many Testimonies of the great Opinion he had of them, highly applauding them for their Gallantry, in offering themselves on that Occasion in the service of the excellent Clymena: Embracing the Princely Youth Olindarus, and by him sending the most grateful acknowledgements imaginable to his Noble Host Olindor; they parted: St. Patrick accompanying them to the outer Gate of the Castle, and some of the Principal of the Gentlemen attending them some Miles on their march.  
Never was the Loud Trump of Fame set in Work, on a more Wonderful Occasion, than this great Overthrow of the Dreadful Cambagor; she had almost burst her swollen Cheeks with making the sound rattle through the Welkin: So that now all the Admirers of Great and Heroic Acts, bend their Course to Clymena's Castle to pay their Homage to the more than Humane St. Patrick; whom they had much ado to forbear Adoring: Many Statues were Erected in memory of this Famous Exploit, and the mighty Champions in Foreign Parts, stood Amazed at the report of so Marvellous an Adventure. But notwithstanding, our Worthy Knight were daily waited on, and Congratulated by the greatest Lords of the Country, and treated with a profusion of Dainties, besitting the Grandeur of the greatest Monarch: yet did none of these Charming Entertainments relish with our Martial Hero, whose great Courage could not stoop to the soft Pleasures of an Easy and Effeminate Life; but putting on a resolution to give a taste of his Extraordinary Valour to remoter parts of the World, and to signalise his Prowess wherever Fame. had a Register to Record it; he went to the lovely pair Philadon and Clymena, signifying to them his Determination speedily to departed in quest of farther Honour, and to add new Trophies to his Mighty Courage.  
The Fair Lovers heard their Mighty Guardian with no small trouble, considering they were now like to part with the Defendant of their Lives, the Cherisher of their Loves, and Family, and the undoubted glory of Human Race; but however submitting to his Resolution, they only requested him as he had been the happy Champion of their Affections; and had thereby enroled his own Name in the Temple of Mars; he would please to continue a few Days to see Theirs entered in the Temple of Hymen: and as by his Stupendious Valour he had preserved the Beauteous Clymena for her Philadon, he would afford them the farther Honour to see them Ratify their mutual Vows, by performing the Sacred Rights. The most Complaisant Hero granted their request, and in the mean time put all things in readiness for his Voyage; He hired a Ship in an adjoining Port, and furnished it with Mariners; and all conveniencies of Victuals and other Necessaries; he sent also his Magical Armour on board, and fitted a place for his trusty Steed Crapearo (for that was his Name, as Authors notify) likewise he sent on board divers Chests, and Trunks filled with Extraordinary rarities to an unknown Value, that had been presented him by the grateful Clymena, and her beloved Philadon.  
Whilst the Renowned Patrick was thus fitting all things for his Voyage, the two Lovers had prepared themselves for the long-wished for Nuptials; the glad Morning was come; the fair Bride was awaked with an Excellent noise of Wind-Musick, the Hymeneal Lamps were Kindled, the Virgins were ready, the Priest attended, whilst the Altar of the lofty Temple perfumed its stately Roof with Clouds of Sacred Incense. All things being ready, they proceeded in this Order.  
First went twenty four Damsels in white Satin playing on Pipes, and Timbrils after the Ancient manner, than twelve beautiful Boys about twelve years of age, carrying large Candles burning of purest Virgin War, they were habited in Cloth of Silver, with Starves of Pink-Colour Silk; after them the Priest in his Mitre, and Pontificallibus for that Occasion; then was the Bride Conducted by the Noble young Olindarus, and another Noble Man of Principal Quality; her Gown was of Pearl-Coloured Satin, wrought with True-loves-knots, and Flowers of Silver; over all, a large Veil of the finest Tiffany: The young Lords were in Vests of Green Silk, richly said with Gold lace, having white Beavors, with Curious plumes of Snow-white Feathers, tipped with Pink-colour. After her, followed a fair train of Young Ladies of Principal Quality, in dresses Extraordinary rich, wherein the skill of the best-famed Tailors had been Employed, being attended with many little Pages in very proper Liveries, each wearing according to the Device and Fancy of his Mistress. After these, came the Princely Bridegroom in a vest of Sky-coloured Satin curiously Embroidered with Silver and Pearl; having on his Breast a Golden Harp set with Diamonds, after the Order of St. Patrick, who had bestowed that on him as a Badge in Memory of the Irish Champion that slew the Giant; on one shoulder he had cast a Pearl-coloured Mantle wrought with hearts, and Roses of Gold: he was supported by two Beautiful Maidens of Noble descent, in Vestures of Lemon-colour, and Carnation Silk, made somewhat short, that their Satin Buskens might appear, which were of Carnation Satin Embroidered, and set with Silver Bells: On their Heads they had Tyara's of Feathers, of Sky, White, and Pink-colour: after them came the Noble Old Lord Olindor, Uncle to the Bride, and on his Right hand the Most Renowned Champion St. Patrick, being followed by a very Honourable Company of Young Lords and Gentlemen of principal Quality: Divers Chariots and Coaches attended, wherein after the Ceremony was performed, this Princely Company placed themselves; and in great Pomp and Admirable Order returned to the Castle, which from this time we must call Philadons.  
Nothing imaginable was Omitted, that might express the Bounty of the Bridegroom, and his Bride, or the high Welcome of the Noble Guests. The Bells rung at the Temple, the Trumpets Echoed on the Castle walls, the Hall resounded with Musical Instruments; and after the Second Course had been served at Table, this Song was Sung to a well-tuned Consort of Lutes, in praise of the Fair Bride.  

SONG.  

HAil to the Myrtle Shades,  
All Hail to the Nymphs of the Field,  
Kings cannot here invade,  
Nor Virtue her Freedom yield;  
Beauty now opens her Arms,  
To soften her Languishing mind,  
And Phillis unlocks her Charms,  
Ah! Phillis, Ah! why so kind?   

Phillis the Soul of Love,  
The Joy of the Neighbouring Swains,  
Phillis that Crowns the Grove,  
And Phillis that guilds the Plains;  
Phillis that ne'er had the Skill  
To Paint, or to Patch, or be Fine,  
Yet Phillis whose Eyes can kill,  
Whom Nature had made Divine.   

Phillis whose Charming Tongue  
Makes Labour, and Pain a delight;  
Phillis that makes the day Young,  
And shortens the Livelong Night;  
Phillis whose Lips like May  
Still laugh at the sweets that they bring,  
Where Beauty knows no decay,  
But Sits with Eternal Spring.    
Whilst their Ears were thus delighted with divers sorts of Excellent Music, plentiful Healths of Noble Wine went round the Table, after that of the new-made Husband and Wife; a large Brimmer was Consecrated to the Health of their ever Famous Patron and Champion the Heroic St. Patrick, accompanied with loud Acclamations in acknowledgement of his Memorable Adventure in the Destruction of the Monster Cambagor. Thus with Dances and other Diversions suitable to the Occasion, they spent the Night; whilst the Noble Philadon, and beauteous Clymena withdrew to their Bridal Chamber, there to taste those more refined delights that were to Crown that Festival. The rest of the Company, as they saw occasion, retiring to their respective Dormitories.  
No sooner had the Glorious Charioteer of the Spheres the next Morning with his refulgent beams guilded the tops of the Mountains, and opened a most pleasant prospect over the Fertile Plains; but our St. Patrick, the true Mirror of brave Chivalry left the soft repose of his downy Pillow; and tired with the un-souldierly delights of an Idle Luxury; his Martial Soul set forward in pursuit of those Noble Glories, that must give a farther Honour to his Renowned Shield, and set the Pupils of Parnassus on work, to erect Collums to his high Praises. So that he presently gave order to his Page to fit his Horse with a suit of Extraordinary rich Furniture that had been presented him (amongst many other Rarities) by Clymena; he had on a stately Coat of Male, a Cosset & Beavor of Gold, with a large Milk-white Plume, having tied to it the lock of Cambagors Beard, a Scarf of Carnation Sassnet; whereon, by the Art of a curious Needle, were lively Expressed Giants heads Embellished with Gold: This was likewise presented by the Noble Bride; for as we told you before, St. Patrick had sent his Enchanted Armour, with other Curiosities on board his Ship. Being thus Equipped, he came to bid farewell to the Gallant Bridegroom; and Beauteous Bride, who had dressed themselves sooner than ordinary that Morning to take their Leave of our Famous Champion; the Old Lord Olindor, and his Son the brave Olindarus were likewise ready to pay their parting respects to him: So that coming all together into the Hall, they there passed such mutual Compliments, as were agreeable to such a Season: Then the Princely Hero departed in order to take his Horse, but that was prevented by the ever Courteous Olindor who had ordered his Chariot to be ready that he might accompany the Admired Patrick on his was to the Port, all the Gallants waited on him to the Gate, and Philadon & Clymena had likewise their Chariot ready to have born him Company, but he would by no means permit it; so that compelling them to tarry behind, they there took their last leave of him; only the Young Olindarus accompanied his Aged Father, who having placed our Champion at his right hand, made his Man drive until he had brought St. Patrick over a Bridge five Miles on his way; where alighting they embraced, and gave each other the most hearty Testimonies of an Inviolable Friendship; Here our Matchless Knight Mounting his own Horse (which had been led by his Page) took his direct way to the Port, whilst the Noble Olindor and his Son returned to the Castle of Philadon.  
Early in the Evening they arrived at the Port, and presently went on Board; and finding the wind favourable, forthwith hoist Sail for the Coast of Greece, where we must now trace our Famous Patrick doing such wonders as would puzzle any but a Romantic Faith. Neptune had now with his Trident smoothed the tangled Curls of Thetis Billows, the surface of the Deep had put on such an even level, as might invite the Haltion to build; her Mountainous Waves were so depressed, as if the Watery God had paved a way over her Rugged Channel for the Vessel of so great a Champion to pass smoothly on; the Sturgeons, Dolphins, with other the Scally Inhabitants, danced and played about the Ship; as being glad a Knight, the wonder of the Land, should Honour their Element with his Renowned burden: The surly Emperor of the Eolean Cave had likewise muzzled his Roaring Blusters, so that there seemed to be an Amicable trute between the Airy and the Watery Regions: Never was obtained such a sereninity since the enraged Neptune hust the Loud-Tongued Troops from his Briny Dominions, when they assaulted the Trojan Cheiftain.  
But as usually, the greatest Successes are attended with some Cross and disastrous Accidents; and the Shining Planet Phoebus having performed his daily task, his resplendent Rays, give place to the shades of Gloomy Darkness, and the sad solitudes of the succeeding Night: So this Glorious Tranquillity met with a Misfortune, not unusually attending those that Travel on the Vast Watery Desert. For having now passed several days in an undisturbed Quietude, they at last met with a very strange Adventure, which happened in this sort.  
Passing by an Island remote from any Continent, a mighty Whale, the Giant of the Ocean, met their Vessel, which being of no great Bulk, and the Night such, as they discerned not the approach of so Potent a Foe, suddenly putting herself under one side of the Ship, Violently Overthrew it in the Sea; so that, but few of the men were saved beside the Famous Patrick, his Page Mac, and five others, who being not far from the shore, made a shift to get to the Island, where with much bitterness they endured the Wet and Cold of the Night, until the next Morning; when casting their Eyes to the place of the miserable Wreck, they espied the Overthrown Vessel floating on the Water, and the huge Whale still plying herself about it; whereat, the Enraged Champion taking up a keen stone from the Sea side, Flung it with such force at the Whale, that it cut a large wound through his side, whereat issued such abundance of Blood as stained the Water a great ways round the Place; the Beast finding herself sorely wounded (as the Nature of the Whale is) made to the Shore, and cast herself on the Sands not far from the place where St. Patrick was; where wanting Water to carry her off, she in little time died for want of her own Element: Our Champion and his Men dividing the Vast Body into divers parts, got it so far on Land, as was beyond the power of the Sea to fetch her off again. Amidst the Horror of their present Disaster, it was a little relief to consider that the Fatal work of their overthrow should so soon, and by so strange means receive Punishment for the Irreparable injury. But what can resist the hand of St. Patrick, when the Monsters of the Land and Sea, fall before his Mighty Puissance?   

CHAP. VI How St. Patrick recovered his Vessel, the Miracle of his Horse Crapearo, and what happened in the farther prosecution of his Voyage to Greece.  
Whilst our Shipwrecked Passengers were in great thoughtfulness how they should get off the Island, and prosecute the designed Voyage; there being on the place, no Inhabitant, nor any Convenience that could give them any hope of a suppply for their Necessities; whilst some of them even wished they had been drowned with their Fellows, for fear of the miseries they were like farther to suffer: Our matchless Hero, both by the example of his admirable Patience, and the great bravery of his Courageous speeches, so heartened them, that it seemed, as if he had conveyed a new Soul into their Bodies; such Virtues doth the very presence of a Valiant man infuse, even into very Cow-heads; but he that never knew what it was to fear, thought it could be of no use to him now; besides, it would argue a great Pusilanimity of Soul, which would ill become a Person cut out to be famous to all Posterity. Whilst therefore he was sweetening his fellow sufferers with the most sugared Exhortations he could on the sudden invent, and in which (too) he was very dexterous; so the kind waves (relenting the loss of so Famous a Champion had on their Element) threw the Wreck so near to the shore, that they could lay hold on some of the Tackling; when our nev●r-enough-Admired Patrick, setting both hands with all his might to the Stern, turned the Vessel clear upon her Keel: But you must imagine, the falling back of the Water, helped much towards the effecting thereof: But Alas! if there had been no water at all, it could not have been impossible for him to perform; with whom Miracles were as common, as for us to put on and off our . The Seamen seeing this Wonder of his Sex, had again put them in a possibility of Saving themselves, soon got upon the Deck, and looking into the Hold, they might there discern the None-such Crapearo still alive: For you must know, that the Whale had cast the Vessel into such a posture, that the water could not get in, because all the Hatches and Portholes where the Air might get out, were stopped; and so the Ship remained like a wooden Bowl, reversed on a Tub of Water, which because the Air is penned in, keeps out the other Element; some of the Seamen too, which they thought had perished, were found alive under the Hatches, to the exceeding Comfort of St. Patrick, and the rest of their Ships Company: But our poor Crapearo was somewhat battered on his Cheek, Side, and Thigh, by the turning of the Vessel; when St. Patrick, only smoothing his hand over it, it presently grew whole, and Skin and Hair came on it in the same instant; so that there was no sign of any hurt had been there.  
Then viewing the Trunks and Chests wherein the Noble Champions Rich Habiliments were packed, they found they had received no damage at all; and though the Magical Sword had lain in the Water, yet such was the Virtue of it, that it preserved from Rust, and had no apparent injury: But yet one Principal Thing was missing; for the Victuals being stowed in one of the upper Decks, where the Hatches were open, they were all fallen out, and carried away by violence of the water, so that there was not so much as a Cheese, a dish of Pease, a piece of Beef or Pork left, only a Barrel of Biscuits remained, that had been stowed in the Pursers' Cabin.   a wolf offering a newly slain sheep to St. Patrick 
Thus by the Assistance of this Famous Man, were the poor fainting Seamen, once more in a prospect of somewhat to assuage their Hunger; but now (as if Nature had made defects on purpose, that the Famous Patrick might supply them,) there was not one stick of Wood to be found on the whole Island; so that unless they should make a Fire of their Ships-Tackling, they could have nothing to Broil their Meat: Wherefore the Vigilant Champion searching about, came at last to a Pond of Water, which was Frozen over by the extreme Cold of the Season: therefore ordering his Men to broke up the Ice, they fell to Work upon it; and as it broke, it split into gads and pieces, like Billets of Wood; whereat, the Hero laying some of them together, and rubbing them with the point of his Sword, they immediately took Fire, and burnt like states of Deal, or Scotch-Coal; by which they soon Roasted their Mutton, and Lamb, and Boiled several pieces of the Fish, out of which came such abundance of Oil, as served them for Dripping and Sauce for their other Meat.  
The Servants of St. Patrick being Fed, and Replenished, began now to conclude, that it was impossible for them to want any thing whilst they were with such a Master, that could make the Sea cast him up Fish, the Wolves provide him Flesh, and the Water to yield him Fire; so that now being revived with Victuals, and such Considerations, they lustily apply themselves to fit their Vessel for her farther Voyage, resolving not to desert so notable a Master, even in the most hazardous Adventures.  
In few days, by their great Industry, the Ship was again fitted for her Voyage; but then, not knowing, how long it might be before they might come at a place to Victual, and having as yet no farther supply, but what the Care, and Wondrous Fortune of St. Patrick daily provided for them, they therefore besought him not to Adventure on an unknown Sea, until there were some probability for their subsistence; adding, they might with less appearance of Danger, continue on the Island, where they had found Food, than trust the merciless Ocean, where it would be impossible for them to live, without a store of Provision. But the Mirror of Rnighthood, St. patrick, made them this Reply: That it would ill become the Gods, whose Champion he was, not to make provision for him, whilst he was in pursuit of such Glorious Achievements as should make Altars be reared to them; and their Temples resound with the loud Praises of his mighty Chivalry: That they did very ill to distrust the benignity of his Stars, having had so late proof of the great Success which always attends Heroic minds, since even all the Elements Conspire to serve them. That he had met with no opposition from productions purely vulgar, or in the common course of Nature; for they saw that even the most Savage and Ravening Woolves (contrary to their Natural disposition) Ministered to him: but the danger he had me withal, was only from Monsters, and those th● Mightiest Products of the Land, and Water; Both which notwithstanding had paid their Lives a Tribute to his Knightly Valour. Then looking on them with a cheerful Countenance, and somewhat raising his Voice. Courage (said he) my Mates; you shall see the never failing Fortune that attend Gallant Minds.  
So carrying on board that small Portion of Food they had left, they with great resolution Embarked, and put again to Sea; being Encouraged by the brave Expressions and high Courage of their Valiant Leader.  
But now the Cross Fates had their Game to play, which they did to their utmost, all the Evil and Malignant Aspects assisting; to break (if possible) the Vistorious success of this Invincible Champion: For you must understand the Island they were under was Scituate in a Climate under the Dominion of Evil Spirits, by which only it was Inhabited: all the Familiars of the Famous Magicians, Wizzards, Conjurers, and Witches had Resort hither; here they kept their Rendezvous and general Councils; to which many times they invited those of Lappland, and Finnland as Assistants: But none of these Furies durst show themselves, or give the least signification of their being there▪ whilst our great Hero was on the shore; knowing that by the Mighty Virtue of his Sword, they must all have been dispersed, their Charms dissolved; and their Kingdom destroyed; therefore they entertained him with a great Serenity whilst on the Land: But now having got him on the Watery Stage, they resolve to show all their Malice, to join all their Force, and employ all their Hellish Arts towards his overthrow.  
Scarce were they got three Leagues from the shore, before the Little primate was surrounded with Shoales of Witchy Sirens, dancing on the top of the Water, combing their blue Locks, and Singing their Ominous Notes; which were Intended for the Funeral dirges and Exequys of the great Patrick, and his Ships-Company.  
Many of which seemed strangely pleased at the Novelty of the sight; till the Sea Rising, the Waves clashing, the Billows Roaring, the Sky Darkened, and Flashing with Tremendeous Fireballs, convinced them, that these Watery Nymphs were the unlucky forerunners of most destructive Tempests. Now indeed was the face of things altered to the greatest disadvantage; the Air was so pitchy-black with the horrid vizour drawn over the Horizon that they could scarce discern one the other, unless sometime by the Flashes of Lightning; which made the sturdy Axletree to crack again with its loud roaring Thunder, The trembling Vessel was kicked about on the Surges like a Football in Tuttle-Fields; sometimes mounted to the Clouds, by and by sink down between watery Mountains, that seemed on every side to be tumbling in upon her; the Keell cracked, the mainmast was broken, and the Seamen now reduced to desperation; that they could have been content to drown for fear of farther Danger; Only the undaunted Champion amidst all this disorder stood with his unconquerable Sword drawn, as if he would Challenge Neptune, and all the Gods of the Ocean; no more was he dismayed at the rolling of the Sea, then if he had been at Olindors' Table; but like a Son of true Valour had his Courage most Elevated in the lowest Ebb of Adversity, and casting a Magnanimous Aspect on the insulting Billows; Proud Waves (said he) think not by your loud clamour, and impetuous noise to daunt him that values not all the Violence of Misfortune; for were I astride on one your curled backs, my great Soul should so buoy me up, that I would despise a Squardron of Tritons, or a Troop of your Gygantick Leviathans. Still the noise of the Tumultuous Air grew Louder, and was augmented by the schrieks and cries of divers friendly Spirits which surrounded the Ship; and casting his Eye towards the miss●n Mast, our Patrick espied the Spirit of the great Sorceress Kalyb, his old Adversary; she indeed was the main raiser of all this horrid Tempest; for no sooner had she perceived the dissolver of her Magical Charms set foot on that unlucky Island; but strait she whispers among all the Demons, what extraordinary Person our Famous Hero was; How beloved by the Gods, and brought into the World under such an Aspect, as would certainly make him Victorious over all that oppose him: He hath already (continued she) ruined me, and destroyed my Magical Empire: But let us try what our united Forces can do towards his Overthrow, that our Infernal Kingdom may no more be over-mastred by his proud Successes.  
Thus having said, they all consented to endeavour the drowning of our Mighty Champion on the Ocean: But no sooner had he espied the shade of the Hellish Kalyb; but fixing his piercing Eye upon her Airy form: Base Hag (quoth he) and hast thou yet such interest in the lower World, that thou canst suborn and raise such Violence against Humane race; Know, that I Patrick have determined thy final overthrow, and by the power of this Sword (whose force thou hast already felt) I conjure thee not to stir from that place, until my virtuous Hand send thy Fantastic form into the Empty Air. Thus said he, ordered his Men to hoist him up to the Mast, where being drawn up by the Tackling, and Elevated just of a height even with the Spectre of the Witch, he let drive a blow with his Enchanted Sword, that you might have seen the Spirit split in two parts, which immediately vanished into the Air, and dissolved itself in a Pillar of Smoky Atoms: All the other Demons with hideous yells and infernal noises, leaving the Vessel to pursue her Voyage.   

CHAP. VII. St. Patrick's Adventures in the Grecian and Eastern Countries.  
NO sooner were these Goblins dispersed, but the Sky was so clear, you could not discern the sign of a Cloud; the Ocean was as smooth as a Billiard Table, and all things appeared as if there had been no Storm at all; the very Masts and Shrouds which seemed to have been broken, were on search found sound, and without defect: Only the Seamen passing through so many Scenes of Miracles were almost Petrifyed with wonder. Now might you see the proud Frigate sliding o'er the smiling Main, before the easy blast of a gentle gale, viewing her stately Masts, and glittering Stern in the Crystal Flood, whilst Silver-Whitings, Enammelled Salmon, and broad Turbans, of their own accord presented themselves on the deck to feast the Princely Champion, to whom Neptune seemed to have resigned the Dominion of the Sea. Nor was the Lord of the Airy Region behind hand with his presents to our Valiant Hero, for Duck, Teal, and Widgeon, with all other sorts of Water Fowle came to the Ship in such abundance, that they were forced to cast many of them over into the Sea.  
Now entering the Mediterranean Sea, they passed by the Rich Countries of Spain, Italy, and the Coast of Barbary; and putting into one of the Ports belonging to the Kingdom of Naples, they furnished their Ship with such Necessaries as they stood in need of; and then continued their Voyage towards the Archipelago: where meeting with two great Galleys belonging to the Turkish Port, they were saluted with a Thundering Broadside from the first, which laid the Mainmast flat upon Deck; so that it was in vain to hope by flight to Escape their fury: But had the Vessel had all her Whings, the great Patrick who never knew what 'twas to turn his back upon danger; bravely animated his men to a Noble defence, assuring them, if once the Turks came to Grapple with him, they should dearly pay for. the damage they had sustained by them; then the other Galley coming up, Gaulled the other side of our Champion's Ship with showers of small shot; but they found not the brave Irish Knight ungrateful to any of their Attacques; for he so well played his Portholes, that he might perceive divers breaches his shot had made in the huge sides of their large Galleys; besides, many of their men that had been laid upon Deck by his Muskets: The brave resistance that our Noble Chevalier made, striking no small Terror into the Turkish Commanders; who being much incensed to see two great Galleys so defeated by a small Friggot; one of them with furious resolution clapping on his grappling Irons, endeavoured to board the ship of our Noble Patrick, but was prevented by his Courage: for no sooner perceived he that the vessels were linked together, but forthwith with a Courage Exceeding all but himself, he leapt on Board the Turk, and in little time had covered the Deck, with Bodies that were mowed down like stubble by his Victorious Sword; then seeing the way clear to the Captain, he made up to him with such bravery, that the Infidel, was going to deliver him his Scimitar; Know base Dog (said the mighty Patrick) That thy Fawning shall not so Reconcile me to thy Bestial Submission, but I will send thy black Soul, to tell those that are sent before thee, that thy Brutish Cruelties, have received their just Recompense at my Unconquerable Hand. And at that word giving him a downright blow upon the Head, he broke his Scimitar, with which he endeavoured to defend himself, and parted his Head in two parts just in the midst; so that one half falling on the right shoulder, and the other on the left; and in this Posture carried them into the other World, as a double Trophy to the Valour of St. Patrick. The remaining few in that Galley seeing the Fate of their Leader, and fellow Soldiers, fell at his feet, beseeching him to spare their Contemptible Lives, that they might make known among their Country men, the High Praises due to his Inimitable Valour. His generous Heat being pacified with their humble Submissions, easily was prevailed upon to give them their worthless Lives: Then securing them under one of their own Hatches; he turned to see what was become of the other Galley; but her Commander seeing the Fate of his Brother Pirate, had wisely Conveyed his Vessel so far out of the Storm, that it being near Night, and St. Patrick's Vessel much disabled, he thought not fit at that time to make after Her: but ordering his men to take notice of what loss had happened amongst the Turks, they found that two Hundred and Eighty had fallen by the alone hand of St. Patrick, besides the Captain: which Bodies having been thrown over Board, they returned to Examine the Value of their Prize, which could not well be Computed, she being most Richly Loaden with abundance of Silks; besides great store of Gold, Pearl, and Spices. The greatest part whereof, he like a Generous Captain distributed amongst his Soldiers, the better to Encourage them in another Difficulty; and counting his own Loss, he found but one of his men Killed, and three Wounded; so that reckoning the many Slain and Wounded in that other Galley that went off, this will appear to be as strange a Victory as perhaps any Story makes mention of.  
The greatest part of that Night was spent in unloading the Galley, by taking out the Choicest Goods, and Stowing them in their own Frigate; so that by the next morning they had little to do but to fit their Vessel the best they could for the remainder of their Voyage; which began now to shorten. They had a reserve on Board for such Accidents, and in little time had fitted on new Shrouds, mended their Sails, and repaired the Mast: So leaving the Galley to the conduct of the few Slaves that remained in her, They made with all the Sail they could to the Country of Greece, and in few weeks came in sight of the Isle of Chios; and making to the Harbour, they spent some days there; in disposeing of such Commodities as they thought good to part with; and furnishing them with such Necessaries as they stood in need of. Here likewise they met with some English Merchant, by whom they sent home word of their safe Arrival on that Coast, and of the strange Adventures performed by the famous St. Patrick by the way. Departing from Chios, the Heroic Champion continued his Resolution for the Continent of Grecia; intending by Land to Travel to the Mighty City build by the Great Constantine of England, of the which place, that Age talked Wonders; so in few days Arriving at— a Port of Dalmatia; he took a Lodging for himself and his Page Mac, providing a convenient stable for Crapiero, of whom you have heard nothing a long time, the wooden Horse having been in his stead: but now we have brought our Knight on shore, we shall have occasion to mention him in our Travels. St. Patrick having Landed such principal things as he most esteemed; freely gave the Vessel, with the rest of the Cargo, to the Seamen; who, notwithstanding they met with so great a Booty at leaving their great Master; (whose bounty was as his Valour, above the rest of Mankind) yet could they not part with him without many Tears; protesting that their Captain's presence was more valued by them than the Riches of the Indies, nay, dearer than their own Lives: So great impression had his high Courage made, even in men of so low a make; notwithstanding, in Obedience to his Command, here they parted.   St. Patrick rescueing a young woman who was being assaulted by a Satyr  

CHAP. VIII. How St. Patrick fought with the huge Tartarian Bembo, and overcame him.  
OUR Champion had not rested long at the Grand Signors Court, when (the Fame of his former Achievements being spread over the World) A Monstrous Tartar arrived also at Constantionople, where he tarried certain days, bidding defiance to all the Knights about the Court, but none durst adventure to accept of his Challenge; wherefore hearing of a Stranger lately arrived, who was Famous for Chivalry, he sends his Lackey early in the Morning to St. Patrick's Lodging with a Challenge; who when he knocked at the door, Mack lets him in, and asks his business; he answered, that his business was with his Master, that he had a Letter for him, from the Great and Famous Bembo, which required a present answer. Well says Mack, if you please to let me have the letter, and you shall have the answer anon; which he did. Mack carries the Letter to his Master being in bed, who when he had opened it, he found the Extent of it to Thus:  
Renowned Knight,  
HEaring of the great Fame, which by thy Gallantry thou hast acquired in all places where thou hast been in this part of the World; I desire to be further informed, as to the Truth of it; and knowing nothing so Satisfying in this Point, as Experience; I have sent you this Challenge, that to Morrow Morning you may meet me well Armed in the List, before the Seraglio; where your Valour shall be fully tried by  
Bembo.  
St. Patrick no sooner had read the Challenge, but he called for Pen, and Ink, and returned this Answer.  
Unknown Knight,  
FOR so I must call you, being altogether a Stranger to you; since you are pleased to pass so many worthy Knights in Greece, and to express your desire of putting your Valour to trial with me, to Morrow in the List before the Seraglio; I hearty accept, both of the Time and Place, with this proviso, that the Grand Segniors leave be obtained to it; which I myself shall endeavour to procure: Whereas you say that my Valour shall be fully tried, it must be Deeds, and not Words that shall do it; however expect to be there looked for by  
Patrick.  
Our Champion no sooner dispatched the Messenger, but presently he makes his Application to the Grand Signior (whom he found walking in his Garden with a great train of Courtiers) in these words; Most Renowned Monarch, The Report that Fame hath made of thy Greatness, and the magnificence of thy Court over all the World, hath invited me hither, and now I lie under a Challenge from a Stranger, who was so bold as to appoint the Lists before your Majesty's Seraglio, the place of our Rancounter (without so much as ask your Majesty's leave); but for my part, I have been more Civilly Educated; therefore (am I come now to prostrate myself at your Imperial Feet, hoping that for the Love you have to Chivalry, and your Royal Favours showed to Strangers, and particularly to myself, we may be permitted to morrow morning to try our Fortune in the foresaid Lists. The Emperor asked him what the Knight was that thought himself able to Enter the Lists: Why may it please your Majesty, saith he, I know no more of him as yet, but only that he subscribeth himself Bembo, which I suppose is his Name; whereupon, the grand Signior seemed extremely concerned, telling him, that he greatly feared the Event: For saith he, the Bembo is rather a Giant than an ordinary man, and has been a long time in Greece, and Challenged many, but none of all our Knights durst answer him, except two; And what then, he played as a Cat would do with a Mouse, so great was the disparity in the strength: I am not in any respect afraid of him, answered he: If he should borrow the strength of a Rock, and the Courage of a Lion, i'll venture all, so that I may have your Majesty's Consent as to the place appointed. With all my heart (answered the Emperor) and taking the Champion by the hand, I know saith he, thou art one whose Sword hath brought thy Fame from the ends of the Earth, and now when the Perecious jewel (your Honour) should in the least be stained in our Court, I would choose to forgo infinite Treasures; yet I am not out of hopes, but will make the Knight feel the weight of thine. I doubt it not in the least (replied the other) for I think every hour a day till I see him.  
St. Patrick having obtained the Emperor's Licence, with so great Expressions of Kindness besides; he presently Retired to his Lodging, gave orders to Mac to have a special care that Capriero should be well fed that night, for that he was to be put to Task next morning: Trusty Mac neglected nothing that could be for his Master's Interest and Advantage, roused up Capriero with such things as he had provided for him, so that by his Prancing and Bouncing, he had almost broke down the Stable, none being able to Command him, but his Master alone.  
No sooner began the Chirping Birds to Celebrate the approaching shining of bright Aurora, but our Champion began to make ready for the work of the day; and about eight a Clock, he presented himself in the Lists, clad in his Rich Glittering Armour upon his stately Prancing Steed, expecting the Emperors coming, who about an hour after appeared from his Royal Palace, with a Magnificent Train of Knights and Ladies in great Splendour: the Emperor having sat upon a Throne erected for the purpose, and all the Princes and Ladies being placed according to their Rank; They began with wonder to view the Stately Champion who was upon Horseback within the Lists; greatly admiring his Stately Body, his Amiable Features, and Graceful Mien, wishing hearty that he might be Victor. As they were thus taken up with him, behold the fierce Tartar entered the List, with Innumerable Tokens of Incomparable Valour, which made many sear how it would go with the Comely Knight, (for so they called St. Patrick.) But the Pagan coming up close to him, said,  
Now Knight, seeing the time for trying thy Valour with Deeds, is come, there is no reason to delay it, but in the nameing of the Judge; since one of us must of necessity remain for ever Breathless in the Field, therefore I would know whom you would nominate for Judge. That question is needless in many respects (replied the other) nevertheless I appoint the Emperor himself, who sits there for Judge. I had not thought thy Pride so great (said the Pagan) but since it is so, I am content that the Emperor be judge to them I intent to present thy Head before I leave the Lists.  
The furious Champion thought it no time to trifle any longer with the Barbarous Savage, therefore they turned their Horses, swifter than two light Galleys carried with the force of their full wind blown Sails, met in the end of their Courses, breaking their Lances to Shivers without moving in their Saddles. So drawing their glittering Swords, they ran like Lion's one upon another, laying on such blows as that every one that looked on, thought they were the last. Great abundance of Blood issued from both their Armour, but most from the Pagans; for though the strength of his Armour defended his Body in some parts of it from Wounding, yet the Combat had not lasted an hour, when he found himself so bruised and tired, that he could hardly keep his Saddle, which made him in a raging Fury Assault St. Patrick, thrusting at him with a Point with such Force, that he laid him along upon his Saddle; this he seconded with a terrible blow upon his Breast, before he could recover himself, which made him almost quite senseless. With more ravening Fury turned n● the raging Tiger upon his Foe, than no● did our Champion; for casting his own Shield 〈◊〉 his back, he discharged such a blow on his Adversaries, that he clavae it quite asunder; then with renewed Force, did they close one with another, with such Rage, that both Horses and Riders tumbled to the ground; yet had they scarcely touched the ground when both were on their feet again. The Pagan having recovered some Breath, with fresh strength he assaulted his Adversary, thrusting at him with such Force, that made him yield a little ground; yet not so much but that he could reach him with such a blow upon the Thigh, as made him tremble: Abundance of blood streaming from it; whereupon the Pagan abandoning all Fear, Reclosed with him, and with one stroke, cut away his Male-sleeve, drawing much blood after it: This grievous blow he thought to have seconded with such another as would end the Controversy with our Champion's Life, but he found himself much mistaken; for the other being sensible that his Armour was much weakened, resolved to make strength and courage his Armour; therefore with his Sword he gave the Pagan such a blow upon the Shoulder, that he made the blood gush out in great measure. The fight is now as it were begun afresh, such Strength and Valour appeared on both sides, that the beholders were so possessed with admiration, that they almost thought it a Dream; for the Combat continued four hours without any rest; therefore with mutual consent, they parted a little to breath: St. Patrick having sat down in a Chair that was set for him of the purpose, he began to recount with himself, with how little success he had fought all that while, his Enemy having as yet as good a prospect of the Victory as himself; therefore he presently starts up upon his Feet, assaulting his Enemy, who was ready for him, with such terrible fury, that both almost came to the Ground together; then they clasped one another about the middle, and began to wrestle like two Giants; but their strength was so equal, that none of them could get his Adversary thrown down, which made them again betake them to their Swords; then the Spectators observing St. Patrick to have the better, began to shout for joy.. But the Impatient Pagan Cursing and Blaspheming against his Gods, as thinking that this disgrace proceeded from them, run upon his Enemy, and with both hands let sly at him such a blow, that lighting on the side of his Helm, he cut away all the Bucklers on the right side.  
Now our Champion finding that all the parts of his Armour were thus rendered useless to him, thought it was no time to linger; therefore with his Sword in both hands, he assaulted his Enemy; who in the same manner received him, and with more horror than the furious Waves bend upon the Flinty Rock, they discharged their blows upon their Helmets, so that they both fell senseless to the ground, St. Patrick without his Helm, but the other with his Head, Skull and Brains broken, and scattered within his Helm. Some would have gone to them, but were not permitted by the Guard, till it were seen, what the effects of their Trance must be; but strait was the Victory proclaimed, for the Valiant St. Patrick recovering himself looked for his Enemy; but finding to lie, went to him and unlacing his Helm, saw that he was quite dead: Then addressing himself to the Emperor, and to the rest of the judges, demanded whether he had performed the Action to his Honour. One in the Emperor's name, replied thus, Valiant Knight, The great Sultan, with all the rest of the Judges and Spectators, commanded me to tell you, That your Achievements this day, have been such, as shall be enough to perpetuate your memory in this place for ever. Nay, this was not all, for the Emperor himself, with all his Train came to the place to receive the Viccorious Knight; to him he spoke thus: Valiant Knight, The force of your Arms hath this day purged our Court from the Aspersions, which otherwise it should undoubtedly lie under, by the daily Bravadoes of that insolent Knight; ask what thou pleasest in compensation of thy Valour, and it shall forthwith be granted. To whom our Campion replied, Renowned Monarch, I reckon myself highly honoured, in that your Greatness condescends to look upon this Service as done for the honour of Thy Court, to which I hearty dedicate it; wishing for no other reward, but that I may continue in thy Majesty's Favour. Whereupon the Emperor giving him his hand to kiss, raised him from the ground, and demanded who he was; to them, he answered, that he was born in the Western parts of the World, but for some time Traveled in Greece; and that hearing of the splendour of the Imperial Court at Constantinople, he would needs Satisfy himself to see it; neither did he then repent his coming thither, for every thing did exactly answer his expectations. The Emperor would not suffer him to go back to his lodging, but would deeds have him go along with himself to Court, where his wounds might be healed by his own Physicians, which was very Carefully and Dexterously performed, so that in few days he was perfectly recovered: Capriero also having been hurt in two places, was entrusted to the care of the Emperor's Grooms, who so performed their part, that he was well before his Master.   

CHAP. IX. How Alphebo, Bemboes' Brother being to revenge his Brother's Death, was vanquished by St. Patrick.  
Our Champion had not rested himself long after the Conflict with Bembo, when news being gone to Tartary, that their Champion was killed at Constantinople, his Brother whose Name was Alphebo, being for Valour and Courage every way equal to Bembo himself, hastens with all speed to Constantinople, resolving either to revenge his Brother's death, or else never to see his Country again. Being arrived, the first thing he did, was to inquire for his Name, whose Fortune it was to overcome the Mighty Bembo; which he no sooner learned, but he presently sends him a most provoking Challenge in these Terms.  
Presumptuous Knight,  
WHose misfortune it was to kill the bravest Champion in the World; I his only Brother knowing assuredly, that thou couldst never have done such an Act, but through Treachery, am here arrived to demand satisfaction, which I am resolved to have upon any terms; and that in the very place where thou most cowardly murdered my Valiant Brother; I am resolved to offer up thy carcase, as a Sacrifice to my Gods, and and to carry thy Head in triumph to my Country, to make satisfaction for thy wrong. If thou do not presently answer my Challenge (as it is probable thou darest not) think not that the Emperor's Palace shall protect you, for my resolution is to have thy life, if I should break through Walls of Brass for it; therefore your answer in haste,  
Alphebo.  
This Challenge came to our Champion, as he was walking with the Emperor in the Garden; which he no sooner received and read, but he let the Emperor see it: he having read it over, and observing the Man's rash and inconsiderate way of Writing; turning about to St. Patrick, I perceive (saith he) that these two Knights are much of a temper, and I doubt the success shall prove the same to this, as it did to the last: I need not advise thee what to do, I leave it to thyself; and I question not, but thy Sword is sharp enough to vindicate thine Honour: What ever time and place thou shalt affix, care shall be taken that all things may be put in due order; and so adve.  
The Emperor being gone to the Palace, St. Patrick asked the Bearer of the Letter to tarry there a little, and he should have his answer presently, and so retired to a Summer House, there writ his answer thus,  
Sir Knight,  
IT might be expected from a Man of Arms that he would not undervalue himself to invade the Province, not of a silly Woman, as you by your Scolding Language in your Letter; proves you self to have done. I think it below myself to take particular notice of any passage in it, so much as to mention it; only know, that your Brother, who hath gone before you, talked almost as broadly as you do; but the event proved, that his Tongue had the advantage of his hands: And for your part, since you have not by his fate received instruction; make yourself ready, and appear in the same place, to morrow morning at eight a Clock; where if you want to know how your unhappy Brother died, you shall upon your own charges be acquainted with it, by  
Patrick.  
Our Champion having dispatched the Messenger, he went to the Palace, where he found the Emperor, giving the necessary orders for the next day; who desired that St. Patrick would be so free with him as to acquaint him of any thing that he might want that were necessary for the Action: He replied, that he wanted nothing at present, only his Armour was much cut in the last Engagement; whereupon the Emperor went presently to his Armoury, and brought in his own hand, a stand of most excellent Armour, with which he presented St. Patrick, desiring him to try how it would fit him; which presently he did, and found it lay as well to his Body, as if it had been made for him; after that the Emperor had discoursed a while with him upon the next day's adventure, he retired to his Chamber; where calling for Mac, he gave him strict orders, that he should look well to Crapriero, and should have his Saddle, and other things in good order before he went to rest, which Mac accordingly did. Thus our Champion passed over this wearisome night, long looking for the morning, which no sooner began to appear, but he presently arose from his Bed, and began to put every thing in its own place; having with all speed buckled on his Armour, when he found the appointed time approach, he came from his Chamber, where in the great Hall the Emperor met him, and complemented him at a high rate; and accompanying him to the Gate, he hearty wished him good success; and so left him to call the Princes and Ladies of the Court together, that they might follow.  
Our Champion entered the Lists by the way from the Palace; where he no sooner appeared, but all the beholders began to wonder, who it should be, his Change of Armour making them no wise suspect, that he was the Champion that had made himself so famous in that place not long before. The Armour which he wore that day, was of a bright yellow colour, full of half Moons, overcast with a russet Coat. The Emperor and the Court had scarce taken their Seats when at the other end of the Lists entered the Tartarian, mounted upon a strong and mighty Courser: his Warlike Habit was of a sad Red Colour, with green Bars and golden Graving; at his Saddle Pummel hung a mighty Mace of Steel; with all which he appeared mighty Terrible to all, except him with whom he had to do.  
Without any other Ceremony, these two Warlike Champions, like two Flashes of Lightning, ran at one another; at the first Rancounter they pierced their Shields, the Breastplate of each staying his Adversaries Fury, from whence the shivers of the broken Lances mounted into the middle Region of the Air; then with the raging Wrath which possessed both of them alike, they returned upon each other, and with the strength of mighty Arms discharging such furious Blows one upon the other, that all the Beholders expected the Conflict would not last long; but they were much mistaken; the furious Pagan laid on so fiercely with his Mace, that St. Patrick lost his Crest, and had his Head sore bruised; but feeling the smart of the blows, and seeing his own blood, he with redoubled strength let such sly at the Pagan, that he had almost tumbled him from his Saddle; yet it so fell out, that he only fell forward upon his Horse's neck, shedding a great deal of blood through his nose and eyes.  
Thus they continued for the space of five hours in such a bloody conflict as perhaps the World did never see the like: At last both of them beginning to be weary, and vexed that his adversary should stand so long before him, with the utmost of their force, they discharged their fury in such sort, that they struck each other from their Horses, to the astonishment of all the beholders. The Pagan loosed his Mace in the fall, which was a great loss to him, they scarcely touched the ground, when quicker than could be Imagined they were both upon their Feet again; but before the Pagan could well recover his feet, our Champion gave such a stroke with his Sword upon the top of his Shield, that he cut away a piece of it, with all the top of his Helm; an that side, this terrible blow made him stagger, and look as if he were ready to sink down upon the place; St. Patrick finding now that his Adversary was in such a maze, he seconded this blow with another upon his Thigh, cutting it to the bone. This awakened the Pagan, as it were out of a Dream, and seeing his own blood colouring the Grass all-about him, it put him into such a Lion-like fury, that like a devouring Bear he ran upon his Enemy, who in the same manner received him. Thus, as it were, the Battle is begun afresh, with force and fury upon both sides; the noise of their Swords, was heard all over the Emperor's Palaces, though Two hundred and fifty Paces distant from it. The Pagan finding that his adversary could handle his Sword with more dexterity than himself could do; and being now abundantly sensible of the want of his trusty Mace, resolved upon the first opportunity to get within him; which the other perceiving, he asked him if he thought it might be any advantage to him to try his strength in Wrestling; if it were, he told him that he was content to throw away his Sword, and to try him in any manner, or upon any terms he pleased; whereupon they both agreed; but withal, they were first to take a little breath.  
Having both of them sat down at a little distance one from the other, they began each of them to be more sensible of his Wounds; the Pagan had received nine very deep wounds, one of which was upon his thigh, which did extremely trouble him, for it bled all the while he sat: St. Patrick hath four all about the Buckling of his Armour, two of which were very deep; his body also was very ill bruised with the Pagan's Mace, which did him much hurt.  
However, bethinking with himself that for all that was done, the victory was yet uncertain, he starts up upon his Feet with as much nimbleness, as if he had not fought a stroke that day: He addresseth himself to the Pagan thus, Sir Knight (saith he) We have kept the Emperor and his, all this day looking to no purpose, so little is done by us on either side; that they have no reason to be satisfied; come therefore, since thou hast thrown away thy Sword, and made it thy choice to determine the quarrel by your Strength, let us trifle away our time no longer. The Pagan seemed very ready, and with great Courage advanced towards him; and cast his mighty Arms about him: Here began a terrible Conflict, the Pagan raised our Champion from the Ground, and had almost thrown him upon his Back. He with all his Power held him fast, and in the mean time, with a Trip, got hold of him fast by the mindle, by which he was in equal terms with him: Thus they tossed one another about like two Lions, for a long space, till at last, St. Patrick, in a Rage, swinging the Pagan about, threw him well nigh six paces from him; with the force of which, he himself fell to the ground; but both were up again with such Nimbleness, that all the beholders were Astonished; then with renewed force they clapsed each other about the middle, which was the beginning of the last Scene of this Tragedy, and was as Courageously managed as any of the former; both of them knowing that it could not hold out much longer. The Pagan taking his advantage, attempted to throw his Adversary backward: But the other, being as nimble as he was strong, not only kept his feet, but also with Admirable Force lifted up the Pagan from the ground, and threw him down again with such a noise, as made the ground shake; yet after much striving, he got up again. Now the light of Phoebus being by this time drenched within the caverns of the Western Ocean, and night having covered them with her dark vail; the two Champions cried out for lights: Whereupon the Emperor caused above a thousand bright Torches to be lighted; but the Warriors were both of them so overcome with this long and tedious Conflict, that if Honour had not been so much concerned, which made both of them act above their strength, they could not have subsisted so long, especially the Pagan, who was wearied with the Combat, and so weakened with the loss of his Blood, that for every step he made, with his Blood he left it printed on the Grass: However, finding that by his Sword he was not like to overcome his Adversary, and being still resolved either to conquer him, or die in the place, he to his fatal loss, joined with him again, and observing a Dagger by St. Patrick's side, he snatched it from him, and thought to have run him through the left shoulder with it, but the Valiant St. Patrick disdaining thus to be wounded with his own Weapon, takes hold of the Pagan by the wrist, forcing the Dagger out of his hand, and gives him such a stab with it, in the Breast, that he fell upon his back. Whereupon our Champion presently gets above him, and with the Dagger in his hand, bespoke him thus: Now Knight, know assuredly, that your Life is in my hand; you may remember your Challenge, and that the contents of it were, that in the same place, where I killed your Brother, you should in the same manner kill me; yet now you may see your folly, in venting yourself at such a rate against a man whose strength you knew not; till your own sad experience gave you a Proof of it: But for my part, I have learned moderately to manage my Conquest; therefore, here I put it in thy Choice, either to die, or live; if thou'lt accept of thy Life, as a compliment from my hand, thou shalt have it, provided only, that thou acknowledge thyself Overcome. At this motion, the Pagan began to Curse, and Blaspheme; Cursing his Gods that had thus left him in his Extremity. St. Patrick, asked him the second time, if he would accept of his Terms, which he disdainfully refused: Whereupon, with the Dagger which was ready in his hand, he cut off his head, and held it out to the people. No sooner they espied it, but they gave such a shout, as made all the Rocks resound: The Emperor immediately gave orders to his Physicians to accompany our Champion to the Palace: thither he was carried in great Triumph, with sound of Trumpet, and other Warlike Instruments; persons of all Ranks and Qualities, expressing their kindness to him by all possible tokens of Love and Affection.   

CHAP. X. St. Patrick sets out from Constantinople, towards his one Country; he comes to the King of Sicily's Court, and of his Gallant behaviour there.  
OUR renowned Champion, having purchased immortal Trophies of Fame all the World over; considering with himself, how long he had been absent from his Native Country, and from enjoying the comfortable Society, and Fellowship of his dearest Friends and Relations, (who by length of time, as also considering the great hazards to which he was daily exposed; began to despair, of ever seeing him again, resolves now to return home, and pass the rest of his days more obscurely. Therefore when he was perfectly cured of the wounds which he had received in the last Rancounter with the Tartar He resolved to take hold of the first opportunity for communicating his purpose to the Emperor: Occasion soon after offers itself; for the Emperor being at his morning's walk in his Arbour, St. Patrick addresseth himself to him thus.  
Illustrious Monarch, I make bold to interrupt your Majesty from your greater thoughts, by presenting my mean request to you: Sir, I am a Man, a great part of whose days have been spent in deeds of Arms, and now I am resolved by your Imperial leave, to return home to my Native Country, there to give myself to the Contemplation of Supernatural things; This therefore is my request, that it may please your Majesty to give me leave to departed your Court with those Marks of Honour, that usually are conferred upon such as have brought themselves under no Stigma of reproach under your service; higher I pretend not, and lower I presume, your Majesty will not place me. The Emperor not dreaming that St. Patrick would ever leave his Court, was hugely surprised, when he heard him thus talk of his speedy resolution; and after having for half an hour stood amazed as if he knew not what to say, at length he breaks out in a passionate manner. What, saith he, You whom of all the Knights in the world I most esteem, and by whom of all the Knights that ever appeared at my Court, I thought myself most Honoured, Wilt thou now after your having purchased such a vast Stock of Fame; nay which is more, gained my Affections in such a measure? Wilt thou I say, after all this, leave us thus obscurely? I hope you will not, therefore I desire you may consider better before you resolve. If you want any thing that can give you satisfaction which my Dominions can afford, let me know it, and doubt not but it shall be granted. St. Patrick replied, that nothing moved him to leave his Majesty's Court, but his longing to see his Native Country; and that if he were to pass his time as he had formerly done, no Monarch should command him more than he.  
The Emperor finding that no entreaties could prevail with our Champion to tarry any longer with him, did at length (though much against his heart) Condescend to let him go, causing also rich Presents to be provided for him: but St. Patrick humbly refused them all; telling the Emperor, that those costly things were sitter for Ladies, than for such as he was.  
Thus after a great many Ceremonies and Compliments passed on both sides, he departed from Constantinople, with no other retinue but trusty Mack, and Capriero, directing his course towards Sicily; being come to the Mauritaman Coast, he hired a small Vessel to transport him to Sicily, which no sooner was under Sail, but the Wind and the Element began a strife, as it were which of them should be most serviceable to him; so that in a shorter time than one can imagine, he came to a Harbour in a remote part of the Country. Having landed, and walked a while by the Sea side, there came to him an Old Reverend Lady all disordered with grief, having her Veil in her hand, and Hair hanging about her shoulders, our Champion upon her approach stood still, expecting that she would speak to him, which she herself intended; but when she went about it, such floods of tears risen in her Eyes, that she could not utter one word: whereupon he breaks off to her thus: I perceive Lady, that you are one whose Troubles are great, so much is expressed by your looks; but if they be not past remedy, be pleased to acquaint me with it, and I shall endeavour to see you set to rights. The Old Gentlewoman, when she heard such words from so Gallant-like a Person, began to revive, and to gather some hopes, that he might be the man that should ease not only her, but all Sicily of their grief; whereupon she abruptly break her silence thus. Valiant Knight, who knows but that by the Gods, thou art ordained to make Sicily happy; and sent hither at this time for that end; therefore I beseech you make haste to the place appointed, or I fear you may come too late. Our Knight began to be a little astonished at the Lady's relation, and therefore desired her in short to be more plain in it. That I will do (quoth she) in as plain and short terms as I can. Know then Heroic Champion, that the fair Honoria, the King of Sicily's only Daughter, is this day (in all probability) to fall into the hands of a Monster: The manner thus; There liveth in a Forest not far from the King's Palace, a huge creature shaped like a man; but no doubt the product of some monstrous copulation; for though he seems to have something of the actions of a man, yet his terrible bigness, and most fierce actions makes many doubt what he is. This Giant or Monster having upon a day, unfortunately seen the Beautiful Honoria as she passed in her Chariot through the wood, came within a few days, and very imperiously demanded her of her father: The King viewing his features, and considering his deformity, disdainfully refused him; whereupon immediately he departed, threatening to make her a dear Honoria to Sicily; and accordingly ever since he has made it his work to burn and destroy the Country where ever he comes, not sparing either Age or Sex; none dares oppose, for his strength is so terrible that men seems but like Rats in his Clutches. The King finding the great loss the Country sustained by his cruelty, sent him an Herald, acquainting him, that if he did not (against this day) find one who should fight him▪ and overcome him, he should have his daughter. Now the day is come, and none hath as yet appeared at Court that offers battle to the Monster; therefore, now Knight, think, what you have to do; If you will venture for Honour, do; if not, forbear.  
This full and perfect account so filled our Champion with an itching to be at it, that he could scarce contain himself; so he asked the Lady which way he should steer his course to find out the place of the Battle; she told him, that if he should ride to the right hand until he came to a little Brook, that Brook would lead him to the very place, where he should see the Giants Tent ready pitched; but that she was afraid there should be none else there but himself. Without any more, S. Patrick sets his Spurs to his Horse, commanding Mack to observe the Lady's direction, and follow him; and in the space of an hour he came within sight of the Tent, which was of a prodigious bigness: he alighted without the field, and tied Capriero to a Bush; then he began to advance towards the Tent. But as he was tying his horse to the Bush, one of the King's servants who had been sent out as a private spy, sees him at a distance; who taking notice of his extraordinary appearance, ran back in all haste, and told the King of it; whereupon the King immediately Summons the whole Court together, and went out all in their Chariots towards the place.  
St. Patrick having made no great haste towards the Tent, the King was within sight of the Field before the Giant appeared; for St. Patrick as soon as he came near the Tent, made a sign upon the roof of it with his Lance for the Giant to come out; but the Giant pretending he was not ready, gave the King time to enter the field before he appeared: also people of all sorts having heard that a strange Champion was arrived, came to see the Event. The Giant at length comes out of his Tent, with eyes full of Terror, having in his hand an Iron Mace of such bigness, that no ordinary man could carry a piece of Wood of such a size: He no sooner saw his Antagonist, but he struck at him with such a Force, that (he having nimbly leapt aside) it made the whole Field to shake: St. Patrick, before the Giant could recover his Mace, runs his Lance through his shoulder Bone; the Monster seeing his own Blood, became as mad as any Devil in Hell; Whereupon lifting up his fearful Instrument, let such a Blow at the other, as might be enough to cleave a Rock; but St. Patrick avoided it likewise; which made the Giant in a rage, throw away his Mace, and draw his Terrible Sword; which when it appeared out of the Sheath, looked a great deal bigger than the Oar of a Schuller; with it he runs upon his Enemy with all his Force, who received him in the like manner: Thus the Conflist gins a fresh; the Giant had strength, but not art to manage his Sword. St. Patrick, though he was short of the Giant in Strength, yet his singular dexterity in handling the Sword, made him have the Advantage of his Adversary in that point, which he did not fail to improve to the Life; for they had not Fought above half an hour, when the Giant had five deep Wounds in his Body; which did very much abate his Strength; and put him in such Fury, that his Sword proving as unserviceable to him, as his Mace did; threw it away also, and runs in upon his Antagonist, hoping to make his clutches do that which his Weapons could not do: But St. Patrick not willing to commit himself into his hands, whom he believed to exceed him so much in strength, holds the point of his Sword to him, to keep him off him; but he rushing forward with all his force, not regarding any hazard, run himself directly upon the Sword, and made it go directly through his Body. When he had thus received his Fatal Wound, he scrieched out in so terrible a manner, that he made both Heaven and Earth resound; tumbling down upon the ground like a Rock. The Spectators they shout aloud for joy, especially the King; for the joy he conceived in having his Country freed from such a terrible Enemy, and Honoria for being quit of so unpleasant a Lover. The Victory being absolutely obtained, the King himself came towards St. Patrick, where he was resting his wearied Body, by the Carcase of the Giant, and invites him home with him, which the other willingly consented to.  
Being conveyed by some Knights to a most sumptuous Apartment in the Palace, he disburdened himself of his Armour, which the Grand Signior presented to him, which by this last Engagement, was so shattered to pieces, that it was now quite useless for any further service: His Head-Piece was beat together like an old Pewter-Platter, by the Giant's terrible Mace; so that if the Head itself, had not been of more than ordinary hardness, it had gone ill with him; as for his Body-Armour, though it was one of the Best, that the eyes of man ever did behold, the morning before the Conflict; yet, so miserably was it cut, that one could scarce see an inch of it whole from head to foot; which made the Rnights who stood by, exceedingly please themselves, in passing their judgement upon it in merriment. Some ask our Champion, What he would sell his bundle of old Rags for? Another alleged, that he doubted, whether any Knight in Sicily (for as well as they were acquainted with Armour) if this bundle were presented to them, as it lay, could tell what it was. A third said, Our Champion would do well to take especial notice of every piece, as he laid it by, that he might know how to put it in its own place, when he had use for his Armour: for I will assure you (saith he) Sir Knight, you'll need timely Advertisement to make ready; for if the Enemy should assault us, your Tackling is a little out of Order. Well, well, Gentlemen, answered he, I see you are resolved to be merry, and rather than you should want a fit Subject, my distressed Armour must be laid hold on, which I very well allow of; but I must tell you, the cutting of it was no matter of Laughter to me, for I must confess, I was never in my Life so hardly Engaged, as I was with this Giant: I knew his strength did by many Degrees exceed; mine; and besides, I was much out of order, with my long and tedious journey from Constantinople, which did not a little impair both my strength and nimbleness; and I must further confess, that if he had had the way of managing his strength with such Knightly Dexterity as was becoming, I did look upon him to have been too hard for any Knight that beareth Armour, under the Sun; however, when I found where his Strength lay, I began to know how to deal with him, and accordingly I managed my business, so as all things happened according to my expectation; Nay, replied one of the Knights, whether things fell out according to your expectation or not, I know not; but this I must say, (though I love not to Flatter any one to his face) that I did never in my Life see so seemingly unequal a match, have such an unexpected Issue: For when you both appeared in the Field together, me thought I could make no sitter Comparison betwixt, than of a Man and a Mountain, so disproportioned were Statures one to the other; I looked upon your Adversary fit to overturn Rocks, than to fight with Men; neither do I believe that I was mistaken of his Strength, for he seemed to make no more of the huge Mace he had in his Paw, than if it were no heavier than a rush: yet, saith he, (casting his Eye upon the Fineness of St. Patrick's Armour, which lay upon the Table) I think truly the loss you have sustained in your Armour, might be a sufficient ground, of a new Challenge, if the Monster had survived. Come, come, answered he, that loss is no loss at all, if rightly considered; for I am certain his loss is greater that did it; nor do I in the least doubt but he was sufficiently sensible of it before his soul and his body parted; for one might read in his very looks, that he repent his enterprise, and that if it were to do again, he would advise before he ventured. It is true, replied another of the Knights, he was a prodigious Fellow to look on; but I doubt, that if we be asked by Strangers, (as undoubtedly we shall) concerning his exact dimensions, both as to his length and breadth, whether any of us can satisfy them. Indeed answered another, I cannot; Nor I, saith the third. Come, saith the fourth, that is a thing easy; for this Valiant Champion has laid him at his full length in yonder Field, (pointing out at the window to the Field where he lay); so that now one may safely measure him by inches from top to toe: Let any too of us go then, and for our own and others satisfaction, bring his exact dimensions: To which they all agreed, and so two of them went; but as they were going out at the door, one of the rest calls merrily after them. Gentlemen, saith he, I hope you know your business, and what you are going about. One of the Knights going out at door, turned about, and asked him, What made him question that? why, says he, I would have you forget none of your Necessaries for your work; for you know Mathematicians, when they who take the Dimensions of a Hill or Mountain, they make use of the Quadrant, without which they cannot assure themselves whether they have done their business as they ought, or not. St. Patrick smiling at the jest, said: Pray Gentlemen go about your work, for we have sport enough already, from the fellows Carrion, and my Armour; so that you see, how one man's rashness may be a Subject of Divertisement to many: The two Knights went accordingly about their Business, with a measuring Linnet; but their Line proving too short upon Trial, they were forced▪ to send for more, and themselves to wait by the Carcase, until it was brought them; then they went a second time to Work, and in the first place they measured his full length, which they found to have been Seven yards, three quarters, and Seven inches; then they measured the circumference of his Body about the middle; but this they found very difficult, because of the weight of his Trunk; yet by the help of some that looked on, they raised the Body so far from the ground, as to get the Line put under him, and bringing it about, they found his Circumference to be five yards and an half; last of all, they measured the Length betwixt his Eyes, which appeared to have been Twenty Inches full: Thus having satisfied their own Curiosity in viewing, and measuring of him, they returned to the Palace.  
They were no sooner gone from the Carcase, but Six men in Armour, came from the adjacent Wood, and putting the Body upon a Huge Engine, somewhat resembling a Hearse, drawn by Six Horses, and as it seemed, made of purpose for that end; they with a great deal of seeming grief, conveyed it to the wood; where, as soon as it entered, there begun such a fearful crying and bellowing of men and women together, that St. Patrick, who all the while looked out at his Chamber-window, said, Merrily. I wish he has not been my Country man, for these lamentable Obsequies, resembling our Irish Women, makes me deeply suspect it.  
The two Knights, being come back again, as they were giving an account of the matter, the King enters the room, who seeing too of the Knights standing, one at one end of the room, the other, at the other, having a Line extended betwixt them, each of them holding it by the end; asked them what it meant to them? they replied: May it please your Majesty, this is the exact Length of the Giant, which fell by the hands of this Valiant Knight (pointing to St. Patrick): The King, though he did see the Giant fall, yet was he Astonished when he saw his Length, by the Line; nor could he hardly be persuaded to believe it, until they shown him his Thickness also; whence he concluded, that the Prodigious Bulk of his Body, had made him mistake, as to his Length; but when he saw the space betwixt his Eyes, he could by no means be persuaded to believe it, till with many Asseverations the two Knights who measured him, averred it: The King hav●ng heard and seen all that passed, walked five or six times about the room, in a profound silence, with his eyes fixed upon the ground: At last he breaks out with great Passion, and said, (directing his words to St. Patrick) O Knight, without reproach, thou Mirror of Chivalry, had the Fates Honoured Sicily with thy Birth, I would look upon thee, as one of the Preciousest Jewels in my Regal Diadem; but however, it was otherwise ordered by the  Powers, yet I purpose, that if Honour or Preferment, the Riches and Glory of Sicily, may be of any weight with you, that henceforth thou shalt live with me, and partake of my Fortune: I doubt not, but that you had Offers of this Nature from other Princes, before you came hither, yet, this does no ways discourage me from inviting you, nor put me out of hopes, but that you will comply with my desire; if there were nothing else to move you to it, but the examples of the many Valiant Champions, Famous over all the World, who after they had visited the most Famous Courts in the World, yet were content at last, to take up their residence with my predecessors at this Court. And for you Knight, if you will stay, here I pass my Royal Promise before these Gentlemen, that you shall have as much Honour and Respect, as any Knight that ever was in Sicily.  
St. Patrick was mightily surprised at this, fearing that if he should persist in his former resolution of coming home to his own Country, as he intended to do, at any rate, he should lose the King's Favour, which he had so lately procured; therefore he resolved to express his mind, as Courteously as was possible, so as not to give the King any ground to hope that he should tarry; so observing that the King by his steadfast looking in his Face, expected a present answer, he addressed himself to him in these terms.  
Most Mighty King, I must acknowledge that there is more than words required in a man of my Character, to retaliate so great and signal Honours, as your Majesty hath tendered to me, ever since I had the happiness to see your face; so that now I am forced to acknowledge myself unhappy in that I want opportunity to express the same. As to what your Majesty requires of me; I hearty wish it were in my Power to comply with your Demand, but it is now past help; for I have put myself under an inevitable necessity, of begging your Majesty's Pardon in that Point. I have been for many years absent from my Native Country, and have put on a resolution, and put myself under a promise to return with the first occasion; so that now my hands are tied up, that I cannot obey your Majesties Demand in this point, for which I am hearty sorry.  
The King finding him thus peremptory, resolved to express a great deal of Grief, but no displeasure at him; he told him, since it was so, he expected that he would not be sudden in his departure: to which the other consented, and tarried several days; but at last took leave of the King, and all his Court, and was dismissed with all the expressions of Honour imaginable. But these Knights, who upon the Death of the Giant, had made acquaintance with him, resolved to convey him a part of his way, which accordingly they did. Their way from the Royal City, lay through the Wood, where the Giant resided; and from thence he advanced to the Fatal Conflict with our Champion. The Wood, although frequently passed through in former times, yet for a great while before this, it became a perfect Wilderness, by reason of the Savage Creatures possessing it, which made people afraid to come nigh it; the common Road also was so overgrown with Bushes and Shrubs, that there was hardly any appearance of it to be seen: yet notwithstanding, St. Patrick being desirous to see his late Antagonist's Habitation, and to know them, he left to succeed him, if they were disposed to revenge his Quarrel; the other Knights also willing to satisfy their Curiosity, and that they might brag afterwards that they were among the first that entered the desolate Forest, after the Death of the Monster; all conclude unanimously to take their way through the Wood, resolving they should make some search, as they passed along the Monsters Manor.  
Thus they entered the Wood, about Ten of the Clock in the Forenoon, having left all the Servants without the Wood, commanding them to return home; only St. Patrick, because he was not to return again that way, took Mack along with him. They were not half an hour in the Wood, when they began to question where they were; the Knights protested, that though they have many times passed through, yet now they knew not where they were; and that which bewilders me most (says one of them) is, that I see a Mountain yonder, over against me, which so far as I can remember, was not to be seen here in former times; to which all the rest of the Sicilian Knights agreed, saying, That unquestionably, this must be some extraordinary Thing: Whereupon, they all Road towards it, to see it; But when they drew near it, they could discern it was an House built with 〈◊〉, Stone, and Wood, and such Materials as the Place could afford, to a prodigious Bigness: when they came to the door, they began to advise, whether it was safe to go in: But St. Patrick was so bend for it, that he made them presently co●●●nt: So they entered, every man having his Sword drawn, expecting to meet with some rugged fellows; but they were much mistaken, for they found none there, except an Old Man of about an Hundred years of Age, who sat by the Fire very Pensive; to him St. Patrick Addressed himself, in these terms. How now Old Man, What is become of the rest of your Company? to him the Old man answers very surly, You may go look; Nay, says the other, I am not come hither to offend you; yet I think, I may safely ask you this question, which is commonly the first that is asked of a Solitary man, by such as Visit him: Then the Old man became a little more calm, and told them how that his Son was Killed some days ago in a Duel, hard by the King of Sicily's House, and now his other Sons, and the rest of his Friends were gone to bury him; but he would not tell them where, nor were they very curious to inquire: so having viewed the House, both within and without, the Old man directed them out of the Wood, where they hearty, and sorrowfully did bid adieu to each other.  
Our Champion having for many years raised Pyramids to his memory, both here, and in all the parts of Greece: Where he fought such Battles, and did such Wonderful Exploits; that his Name began to out-sound that of his own Trojan Hector. At length he embraced a firm resolution to retire into his own Native Country; which he did, and having long confined himself to a retired Life, at length gave up his great Soul to the Conqueror of all Champions, Death.  
Thus Patrick, the Worlds-wonder, when his Sword  
O'er Witches, Giants, had proclaimed him Lord;  
When by his hand, the Mightiest Monsters fell:  
And Seas, and Shores, his unmatched Wonders tell:  
After Proud Greece, raised Temples to his Name,  
And the whole Universe Proclaimed his Fame;  
The Universe, a Theatre too scant,  
His Numberless Heroic Arts to Paint!  
Calmly unto his Native Soil retires,  
And there doth Expiate his Martial Fires.  
Ireland, to Thee Patrick, this Honour gave,  
To be thy Patron, who gav'st him a Grave:  
Whilst Mighty Monarches to his Tomb do bring,  
Their great Encomiums, & Wise Bards do Sing  
His Valour's Praise, of which the world doth ring.   
FINIS.