He would him scorne, that to his gentle mynd
Was much more grieuous, then the others blowes:
Words[520] sharpely wound, but greatest griefe of scorning growes.
The faire Serena, when she saw him fall l
Vnder that villaines club, then surely thought
That slaine he was, or made a wretched thrall,
And fled away with all the speede she mought,
To seeke for safety, which long time she sought:
And past through many perils by the way,
Ere she againe to Calepine was brought;