And made the wood to tremble at the noyce:
The whyles she wayld, the more they did reioyce.
Now mote ye vnderstand that to this groue
Sir Calepine by chaunce, more then by choyce,
The selfe same euening fortune hether droue,
As he to seeke Serena through the woods did roue.
Long had he sought her, and through many a soyle xlvii
Had traueld still on foot in heauie armes,
Ne ought was tyred with his endlesse toyles[537],
Ne ought was feared of his certaine harmes: