To worke such shame. Therefore I thee exhort,
To chaunge thy will, and set Occasion[593] free,
And to her captiue sonne yield his first libertee.
Thereat Sir Guyon smilde, And is that all xviii
(Said he) that thee so sore displeased hath?
Great mercy sure, for to enlarge a thrall,
Whose freedome shall thee turne to greatest scath.
Nath’lesse now quench thy whot emboyling[594] wrath:
Loe there they be; to thee I yield them free.
Thereat he wondrous glad, out of the path