By chance I met an ancient sire,with countnance verye graue,And sobre gesture, vnto whomintelligence I gaueOf my affaires, and whilst that suchdiscourse of talke did passe,In forest by, Pecipaterwith other hunting wasA monstrous Lion, whom so longthe coursers chased had,That flinging Lion forrest left,came towards vs as mad,With whom incountring I bestowdsuch blowes, as at the last,His rage abated, him I slue,and so the daunger past.And by this meanes acquainted grewwith chasers Knightly rout,But chiefly with Pecipater,with whome, as it fel out,I did repaire to present place,which place hath wrought my paine,And feedes my fansie, as thou seest,with poisnous pleasant baine:For Pecipater worthy mana sister hath, who hight▪Catanea, a Phenix rare,a peerelesse dame by right,0
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