Wherein were closd few drops of liquor pure,
Of wondrous worth, and vertue excellent,
That any wound could heale incontinent:
Which to requite, the Redcrosse knight him gaue
A booke, wherein his[306] Saueours testament
Was writ with golden letters rich and braue;
A worke of wondrous grace, and able[307] soules to saue.
Thus beene they parted, Arthur on his way xx
To seeke his loue, and th’other for to fight
With Vnaes foe, that all her realme did pray.