Did nought regard his malice nor his powre,
But he the more his wicked poyson forth did poure.
That surely is that Beast (saide Calidore) x
Which I pursue, of whom I am right glad
To heare these tidings, which of none afore
Through all my weary trauell I haue had:
Yet now some hope your words vnto me add.
Now God you speed (quoth then Sir Artegall)
And keepe your body from the daunger drad:
For ye haue much adoe to deale withall.[403]