Quartred athwart, and bearing in his targe
A Ladie on rough waues, row’d in a sommer barge.
Then gan Sir Calidore to ghesse streight way xlv
By many signes, which she described had,
That this was he, whom Tristram earst did slay,
And to her said; Dame be no longer sad:
For he, that hath your Knight so ill bestad,
Is now him selfe in much more wretched plight;
These eyes him saw vpon the cold earth sprad,
The meede of his desert for that despight,