For thing of weight, or worke of greater care,
Doe spend my dayes, and bend my carelesse wit
To saluage chace, where I thereon may hit
In all this forrest, and wyld wooddie raine:
Where, as this day I was enraunging[422] it,
I chaunst to meete this knight, who there lyes slaine,
Together with this Ladie, passing on the plaine.
The knight, as ye did see, on horsebacke was, x
And this his Ladie, (that him ill became,)
On her faire feet by his horse side did pas