II "Now are we come unto my native soyle,10 And to the place where all our perilles dwell; Here hauntes that feend, and does his dayly spoyle; From whence she might behold that battailles proof, And eke be safe from daunger far descryde: She him obayd, and turned a little wyde.41 Now, O thou sacred Muse! most learned dame, Therefore henceforth bee at your keeping Fayre ympe of Phoebus and his aged well, bryde, The nourse of time and everlasting fame, That warlike handes ennoblest with immortall name; VI 45 Fayre goddesse, lay that furious fitt asyde, Till I of warres and bloody Mars doe sing, 55 With that they heard a roaring hideous And Bryton fieldes with Sarazin blood bedyde, |