Yet would not let their battell so be broken,
Both greedie fiers on other to be wroken.
Yet he to them so earnestly did call,
And them coniur’d by some well knowen[29] token,
That they at last their wrothfull hands let fall,
Content to heare him speake, and glad to rest withall.
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They said, it was for loue of Florimell.[30]
Ah gentle knights (quoth he) how may that bee,
And she so farre astray, as none can tell.[31]