So forth they marchen in this goodly fort, / To take the ſolace of the open aire, / And in freſh flowring fields themſelues to ſport; / Emongſt the reſt rode that falſe Lady faire, / The foule Dueſsa, next vnto the chaire / Of proud Lucifer’, as one of the traine: / But that good knight would not ſo nigh repaire, / Him ſelfe eſtraunging from their ioyaunce vaine, / Whoſe fellowſhip ſeemd far vnfitt for warlike ſwaine.