"Not I fo happy," aufwered then that fwaine, "As thou unbappy, which them thence didft "chace,
"Whom by no meanes thou canft recall againe, "For being gone, none can them bring in place, But whom they of themfelves lift fo to grace." "Right forry 1," faid then Sir Calidore,
That my ill fortune did them hence difplace; "But fince things poffed nene may now reflore, "Tell me what were they all whofe lacke thee "grieves fo fore?"
Whyleft thus fhe in these hellish dens remayned,
Wrapped in wretched cares and heart's unrest,
It fo befell, as Fortune had ordayned,
That he which was their capitaine profeft,
And had the chicfe commaund of all the reft,
One day as he did all his prifoners vew,
With luftfull eyes beheld that lovely guest,
Faire Paftorella, whofe fad mournefull hew,
Like the faire morning clad in mifty fog did
At fight whereof his barbarous heart was fired,
And inly burnt with flames most raging whot,
That her alone he for his part defired
Of all the other pray which they had got,
And her in mynde did to himselfe allot;
From that day forth he kyndneffe to her fhowed,
And fought her love by all the meanes he mote;
With looks, with words, with gifts, he oft her
wowed,
And mixed threats among, and much unto her vowed.
But all that ever he could doe or fay,
Her conftant mynd could not a whit remove,
Nor draw unto the lure of his lewd lay,
To graunt him favour or afford him love;
Yet ceaft he not to few, and all waies prove,
By which he mote accomplish his request,
Saying and doing all that mote behove;
Ne day nor night he fuffred her to reft,
But her all night did watch, and all the day
moleft.
At laft, when him fhe fo importune faw,
Fearing least he at length the raines would lend
Unto his luft, and make his will his law,
Sith in his powre fhe was to foe or friend,
She thought it beft for fhadow to pretend
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