2 All that she might, and him in vain reviled:
might > could
3 She struggled strongly both with foot and hand, 4 To save her honour from that villain vile, 5 And cried to heaven, from human help exiled. 6 O you brave knights, that boast this lady's love,
boast > brag of; extol
7 Where be you now, when she is nigh defiled 8 Of filthy wretch? Well may she you reprove
Of > By [a]
9 Of falsehood or of sloth, when most it may behove.
may behove > [behoves you to come to her aid]
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But if that thou, Sir Satyran, didst weete,
2 Or thou, Sir Peridure, her sorie state,
How soone would yee assemble many a fleete,
4 To fetch from sea, that ye at land lost late;
Towres, Cities, Kingdomes ye would ruinate,
6 In your auengement and dispiteous rage,
Ne ought your burning fury mote abate;
8 But if Sir Calidore could it presage,
No liuing creature could his cruelty asswage.