Therefore to _Tryphon_ she againe doth hast, xxiii And him doth chyde as false and fraudulent, That fayld 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 vnto her patient, Where searching euery part, her well assured, That it was no old sore, which his new paine procured. But that it was some other maladie, xxiv Or griefe vnknowne, 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. Vnto himselfe she came, and him besought, Now with faire speches, now with threatnings sterne, If ought lay hidden in his grieued thought, It to reueale: who still her answered, there was nought. Nathlesse she rested not so satisfide, xxv But leauing watry gods, as booting nought, Vnto the shinie heauen in haste she hide, And thence _Apollo_ King of Leaches brought. _Apollo_ came; who soone as he had sought Through his disease, did by and by out find, That he did languish of some inward thought, The which afflicted his engrieued mind; Which loue he red to be, that leads each liuing kind. Which when he had vnto his mother told, xxvi She gan thereat to fret, and greatly grieue. And comming to her sonne, gan first to scold, And chyde at him, that made her misbelieue: But afterwards she gan him soft to shrieue, And wooe with faire intreatie, to disclose, Which of the Nymphes his heart so sore did mieue. For sure she weend it was some one of those, Which he had lately seene, that for his loue he chose. Now lesse she feared that same fatall read, xxvii That warned him of womens loue beware: Which being ment of mortall creatures sead, For loue of Nymphes she thought she need not care, But promist him, what euer wight she weare, That she her loue[234] to him would shortly gaine: So he her told: but soone as she did heare That _Florimell_ it was, which wrought his paine, She gan a fresh[235] to chafe, and grieue in euery vaine. Yet since she saw the streight extremitie, xxviii In which his life vnluckily was layd, It was no time to scan the prophecie, Whether old _Proteus_ true or false had sayd, That his decay should happen by a mayd. It’s late in death of daunger to aduize, Or loue forbid him, that is life denayd: But rather gan in troubled mind deuize, How she that Ladies libertie might enterprize.