er mee thought it grewe. To the which at last by
Gods wyll, _Polia_ in my amorous brest bearing a predominante vigor,
I came, not ceasing to continue forward my fast course: my hands which
before I groping helde foorth, to keepe me from running against pyllers,
I nowe vsed like a payre of Ores to hasten mee awaye.

Thus traueling on safely, I came into a verie pleasaunt sighte and
counttie, in the which I was not yet without feare, and not daring to
rest me downe, the impression of the horrible monster was so fresh in my
minde, that mee thought I still heard him behinde me, and therefore I
could not so easily forget him. But was rayther perswaded to goe on
further: first because the countrie was so fertile, pleasaunt and
beautifull. Secondly, that I might get farre enough off from the place
wherein I was so lately affrighted. That then I sitting downe, might
rest my selfe, and set my minde together againe, and forget this
conceiued dread, at my entrance in of the gate, the apparation of the
white Sorix gratiously comming againe into my reteyning memorie, an
exhortatorie prouacation, and good occasion to animate and comforte me,
because that to _Augures_ it was a gratefull and propitious signe of
good luck.

[Sidenote A: Capillata ministra.]

At last I was resolutely perswaded to commit my selfe to the benignitie
of my good fortune, which some time might bee vnto me an officious and
bountifull handmaide, of prosperous euents.[A] And therewithall pricked
forward and prouoked to continue on my walke, whether my wearie and
feeble legges would conduct and bring mee. And yet I was (as in good
sorte became mee) somewhat doubtfull to enter into such a place, (beeing
vnknowne vnto mee) where perchaunce it was not lawfull for me to come.
Albeit that I was heerin more audacious and bould a great deale, then in
the enteraunce of the gorgeous Porche. And thus my brest fast beating,
and my minde perplexed, I saide to my selfe.

There is no cause that should lead mee to turne back againe, all things
considered: is not this a safer place, and more fit to flie from
daunger? Is it not better to hassard a mans lyfe in the light and cleere
Sunne, then to dye and sterue in a blinde darkenesse? and so resolued
not to turne backe anye more: with a deepe set sighe, I called into
memorie, the pleasure and delight that my sences had well neere lost:
for the woorke which I had seene was full of maruelous woonders, and
thinking by what mea