But what so stonie mind (she then replyde) xxxix But if in his owne powre occasion lay, Would to his hope a windowe open wyde, And to his fortunes helpe make readie way? Vnworthy sure (quoth he) of better day, That will not take the offer of good hope, And eke pursew, if he attaine it may. Which speaches she applying to the scope Of her intent, this further purpose to him shope. Then why doest not, thou ill aduized man, xl Make meanes to win thy libertie forlorne, And try if thou by faire entreatie, can Moue _Radigund_? who though she still haue worne Her dayes in warre, yet (weet thou) was not borne[294] Of Beares and Tygres, nor so saluage mynded, As that, albe all loue of men she scorne, She yet forgets, that she of men was kynded: And sooth oft seene, that proudest harts base loue hath blynded. Certes _Clarinda_, not of cancred will, xli (Sayd he[295]) nor obstinate disdainefull mind, I haue forbore this duetie to fulfill: For well I may this weene, by that I fynd, That she a Queene, and come of Princely kynd, Both worthie is for to be sewd vnto, Chiefely by him, whose life her law doth bynd, And eke of powre her owne doome to vndo, And als’ of princely grace to be inclyn’d thereto. But want of meanes hath bene mine onely let, xlii From seeking fauour, where it doth abound; Which if I might by your good office get, I to your selfe should rest for euer bound, And readie to deserue, what grace I found. She feeling him thus bite vpon the bayt, Yet doubting least his hold was but vnsound, And not well fastened, would not strike him strayt, But drew him on with hope, fit leasure to awayt. But foolish Mayd, whyles heedlesse of the hooke, xliii She thus oft times was beating off and on, Through slipperie footing, fell into the brooke, And there was caught to her confusion. For seeking thus to salue the Amazon, She wounded was with her deceipts owne dart, And gan thenceforth to cast affection, Conceiued close in her beguiled hart, To _Artegall_, through pittie of his causelesse smart. Yet durst she not disclose her fancies wound, xliv Ne to himselfe, for doubt of being sdayned, Ne yet to any other wight on ground, For feare her mistresse shold[296] haue knowledge gayned, But to her selfe it secretly retayned, Within the closet of her couert brest: The more thereby her tender hart was payned. Yet to awayt fit time she weened best, And fairely did dissemble her sad thoughts vnrest.