And with their might beat downe licentious lust,
Which proudly did impugne her sentence iust.
Whereof no brauer president[275] this day
Remaines on earth, preseru’d from yron rust
Of rude obliuion, and long times decay,
Then this of Artegall, which here we haue to say.
Who hauing lately left that louely payre, iii
Enlincked fast in wedlockes loyall bond,
Bold Marinell with Florimell the fayre,
With whom great feast and goodly glee he fond,