Let those who guiltleslie haue felt disdaine, whose faithfull loue hath beene repaid with hate, Giue rightfull iudgement of _Diegoes_ paine who bought his fauours at the highest rate. This newes such pleasure in his soule had bred, As hath the thiefe that heares his iudgement read. After some time, hee writes againe vnto her, hee could not thinke shee would perseuer so, But when hee sawe her aunswere like the other hee then surceas'd to send her any moe. But did resolue to seeke some vncouth place, VVhere he might (vnfound out) bewaile his case. Thinking indeede shee by his absence might at length intenerate her flintfull hart, And metamorphize her conceaued spight into true loue regardaunt of his smart; Hee seekes all meanes (poore Louer) how to gaine His rigorous Lady from such fell disdaine. At last, hee calls to mind the Pyren Mountaines, those far-fam'd, woody hills of wealthy Spaine, Which for wild Beasts, & siluer visag'd Fountaines, hath got the praise of all that there remaine; Hether postes _Dom Diego_ fraught with griefe, Hoping those woods would yield him some reliefe. VVhere, being come, all Pilgrim-like attir'd, hee pryes about to see if hee could finde, Some house-like Caue, for rest hee much desir'd, his body now was wearie, as his minde. O Gods (quoth hee) if youth finde such distresse, VVhat hope haue I, of future happines. VVith that hee sees a Rocke made like a Cabin all tapistred with Natures mossie greene, VVrought in a frizled guise, as it had been made for _Napaea_, Mountaines chiefest Queene, At mouth of which grew Cedars, Pines, & Firs, And at the top grew Maple, Yough, and Poplers. So, heere (quoth hee) ile rest my wearied bodie in thee (delightfull place of Natures building) VVill I erect a griefe-fram'd Monasterie, where night & day my prayers ile ne're cease yielding, To thee my deere; (no other Saint I haue) Oh lend thine eares, to him that his hart gaue. Two dayes were spent in this so pleasant seate, (this stone-built Pallace of the King content) Before _Diego_ tasted any meate, or once did drinke, more then his eyes had lent. O irresisted force of purest Loue, Whom paines, thirst, hunger, can no whit remoue. Sometimes, when as he scans her crueltie, & feeles his paines (like _Hydreas_ head) increasing, Hee wisht the Scithian _Anthropophagie_ did haunt these woods that liue by mans flesh eating; Or else the Thracian _Bessi_, so renound, For cruell murdring, whom in woods they found. That so the _Gordyon_ knot of his paine indissoluble e'rewhiles he did lyue, Might be vntide when as his hart were slaine, when he (o restfull time) shold cease to grieue; But yet the Sisters kept his vitall breath, They would not let him dye so base a death.