But if thou may with reason yet represse xlvi The growing euill, ere it strength haue got, And thee abandond wholly doe possesse, Against it strongly striue, and yield thee not, Till thou in open field adowne be smot. But if the passion mayster[899] thy fraile might, So that needs loue or death must be thy lot, Then I auow to thee, by wrong or right To compasse thy desire, and find that loued knight. Her chearefull words much cheard the feeble spright xlvii Of the sicke virgin, that her downe she layd In her warme bed to sleepe, if that she might; And the old-woman carefully displayd The clothes about her round with busie ayd; So that at last a little creeping sleepe Surprisd her sense: She therewith well apayd, The drunken lampe downe in the oyle did steepe, And set her by to watch, and set her by to weepe. Earely the morrow next, before that day xlviii His ioyous face did to the world reueale, They both vprose and tooke their readie way Vnto the Church, their prayers to appeale, With great deuotion, and with litle zeale: For the faire Damzell from the holy herse Her loue-sicke hart to other thoughts did steale; And that old Dame said many an idle verse, Out of her daughters hart fond fancies to reuerse. Returned home, the royall Infant fell xlix Into her former fit; for why, no powre Nor guidance of her selfe in her did dwell. But th’aged Nurse her calling to her bowre, Had gathered Rew, and Sauine, and the flowre Of _Camphora_[900], and Calamint, and Dill, All which she in a[901] earthen Pot did poure, And to the brim with Colt wood did it fill, And many drops of milke and bloud through it did spill. Then taking thrise three haires from off her head, l Them[902] trebly breaded[903] in a threefold lace, And round about the pots mouth, bound the thread, And after hauing whispered a space Certaine sad words, with hollow voice and bace, She to the virgin said, thrise said she it; Come daughter come, come; spit vpon my face, Spit thrise vpon me, thrise vpon me spit; Th’vneuen number for this businesse is most fit. That sayd, her round about she from her turnd, li She turned her contrarie to the Sunne, Thrise she her turnd contrary, and returnd, All contrary, for she the right did shunne, And euer what she did, was streight vndonne. So thought she to vndoe her daughters loue: But loue, that is in gentle brest begonne, No idle charmes so lightly may remoue, That well can witnesse, who by triall it does proue.