A GENTLE Knight[*] was pricking on the plaine,
  Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde,
  Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine,
  The cruel markes of many’a bloudy fielde;
  Yet armes till that time did he never wield:  5
  His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,
  As much disdayning to the curbe to yield: 
  Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,
As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.

II

And on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore, 10
  The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,
  For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,
  And dead as living ever him ador’d: 
  Upon his shield the like was also scor’d,
  For soveraine hope,[*] which in his helpe he had:  15
  Right faithfull true he was in deede and word,
  But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.

III

Upon a great adventure he was bond,
  That greatest Gloriana[*] to him gave, 20
  That greatest Glorious Queene of Faerie lond,
  To winne him worship, and her grace to have,
  Which of all earthly things he most did crave;
  And ever as he rode, his hart did earne
  To prove his puissance in battell brave 25
  Upon his foe, and his new force to learne;
Upon his foe, a Dragon[*] horrible and stearne.

IV

A lovely Ladie[*] rode him faire beside,
  Upon a lowly Asse more white then snow,
  Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide 30
  Under a vele, that wimpled was full low,
  And over all a blacke stole she did throw,
  As one that inly mournd:  so was she sad,
  And heavie sat upon her palfrey slow;
  Seemed in heart some hidden care she had, 35
And by her in a line a milke white lambe she lad.

V

So pure and innocent, as that same lambe,
  She was in life and every vertuous lore,
  And by descent from Royall lynage came
  Of ancient Kings and Queenes, that had of yore 40
  Their scepters stretcht from East to Westerne shore,
  And all the world in their subjection held;
  Till that infernall feend with foule uprore
  Forwasted all their land, and them expeld: 
Whom to avenge, she had this Knight from far compeld. 45

VI

Behind her farre away a Dwarfe[*] did lag,
  That lasie seemd in being ever last,
  Or wearied with bearing of her bag
  Of needments at his backe.  Thus as they past,
  The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, 50
  And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine
  Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast,
  That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain,
And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.