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“ But O vaine iudgement, and conditions vaine,
The which the prisoner points ? unto the free!
The whiles I him condemne, and deeme his paine,
He where he list goes loose, and laughes at me:
So ever loose, so ever happy be!
But whereso loose or happy that thou art,
Know, Marinell, that all this is for thee!”

With that she wept and waild, as if her hart Would quite have burst through great abundance of

her smart.


12 All which complaint when Marinell had heard,

And understood the cause of all her care 2
To come of him for using her so hard,
His stubborne heart, that never felt misfare,
Was toucht with soft remorse and pitty rare ;
That even for griefe of minde he oft did grone,
And inly wish that in his powre it weare
Her to redresse: but since he meanes found

He could no more but her great misery bemone.


13 Thus whilst his stony heart with tender ruth

Was toucht, and mighty courage * mollifide,
Dame Venus sonne, that tameth stubborne youth
With iron bit, and maketh him abide
Till like a victor on his backe he ride,
Into his mouth his maystring bridle threw,
That made him stoupe, till he did him bestride:

i Points, appoints. 2 Care, grief.

3 Disfare, misfortune. 4 Courage, heart.

Then gan he make him tread his steps anew, And learne to love by learning lovers paines to rew.



gan he in his grieved minde devise, How from that dungeon he might her enlarge : Some while he thought, by faire and humble wise To Proteus selfe to sue for her discharge : But then he fear’d his mothers former charge Gainst womens love, long given him in vaine : Then


he thinke perforce with sword and targe Her forth to fetch, and Proteus to constraine : But soone he gan such folly to forthinke2 againe.

15 Then did he cast to steale her thence away,

And with him beare where none of her might know,
But all in vaine: for why? he found no way
To enter in, or issue forth below;
For all about that rocke the sea did flow.
And though unto his will she given were,
Yet, without ship or bote her thence to row,

He wist not how her thence away to bere ;
And daunger well he wist long to continue there.

16 At last, whenas no meanes he could invent,

Backe to himselfe he gan returne the blame,
That was the author of her punishment;
And with vile curses and reprochfull shame
To damne himselfe by every evill name,
And deeme unworthy or of love or life,
That had despisde so chast and faire a dame,

1 Rew, pity.

2 Forthinke, think better of, repent.

Which him had sought through trouble and long

strife, Yet had refusde a god that her had sought to wife.

17 In this sad plight he walked here and there,

And romed round about the rocke in vaine,
As he had lost himselfe he wist not where ;
Oft listening if he mote her heare againe,
And still bemoning her unworthy - paine:
Like as an hynde whose calfe is falne unwares
Into some pit, where she him heares complaine,

An hundred times about the pit side fares,
Right sorrowfully mourning her bereaved cares.2

18 And now by this the feast was throughly ended,

And every one gan homeward to resort:
Which seeing, Marinell was sore offended
That his departure thence should be so short, 3
And leave his love in that sea-walled fort :
Yet durst he not his mother disobay;
But, her attending in full seemly sort,

Did march amongst the many 4 all the way ;
And all the way did inly mourne, like one astray.


19 Being returned to his mothers bowre,

In solitary silence far from wight

gan record the lamentable stowre 6
In which his wretched Love lay day and night,

1 Unworthy, undeserved.
2 I. e. object of her cares.
2 Short, quick.

4 Vany, company.
5 Record, recall.
6 Sloure, distress.

For his deare sake, that ill deserv'd that plight: The thought whereof empierst his hart so deepe, That of no worldly thing he tooke delight;

Ne dayly food did take, ne nightly sleepe, But pyn’d, and mourn'd, and languisht, and alone did


20 That in short space his wonted chearefull hew

Gan fade, and lively spirits deaded quight:
His cheeke-bones raw, and eie-pits hollow grew,
And brawney armes had lost their knowen might,
That nothing like himselfe he seem'd in sight.
Ere long so weake of limbe, and sicke of love
He woxe, that lenger he note stand upright,

But to his bed was brought, and layd above,
Like ruefull ghost, unable once to stirre or move.


21 Which when his mother saw, she in her mind

Was troubled sore, ne wist well what to weene;
Ne could by search nor any meanes out find
The secret cause and nature of his teene,2
Whereby she might apply some medicine ;
But weeping day and night did him attend,
And mourn’d to see her losse before her eyne,

Which griev'd her more that she it could not mend : To see an helpelesse evill double griefe doth lend.

22 Nought could she read the roote of his disease,

Ne weene what mistermaladie it is,

i Deaded, died away. ? Teene, sorrow.

8 Mister, kind of.

Whereby to seeke some meanes it to appease.
Most did she thinke, but most she thought amis,
That that same former fatall wound of his
Whyleare by Tryphon was not throughly healed,
But closely rankled under th' orifis :
Least did she thinke, that which he most con-

cealed, That love it was, which in his hart lay unrevealed.

23 Therefore to Tryphon she againe doth hast,

And him doth chyde as false and fraudulent,
That fayld 1 the trust, which she in him had plast,
To cure her sonne, as he his faith had lent ? ;
Who now was falne into new languishment
Of his old hurt, which was not throughly cured.
So backe he came unto her patient;

Where searching every part, her well assured That it was no old sore which his new paine procured;


24 But that it was some other maladie,

Or griefe unknowne, which he could not discerne :
So left he her withouten remedie.
Then gan her heart to faint, and quake, and earne,
And inly troubled was, the truth to learne.
Unto himselfe she came, and him besought,
Now with faire speches, now with threatnings

sterne, If ought lay hidden in his grieved thought, It to reveale: who still her answered, there was


8 Earne, yearn.

1 Fayld, deceived. 2 Lent, pledged.

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