One day her Ladie, calling her apart, xlv Gan to demaund of her some tydings good, Touching her loues successe, her lingring smart. Therewith she gan at first to change her mood, As one adaw’d, and halfe confused stood; But quickly she it ouerpast, so soone As she her face had wypt, to fresh her blood: Tho gan she tell her all, that she had donne, And all the wayes she sought, his loue for to haue wonne. But sayd, that he was obstinate and sterne, xlvi Scorning her offers and conditions vaine; Ne would be taught with any termes, to lerne So fond a lesson, as to loue againe. Die rather would he in penurious paine, And his abridged dayes in dolour wast, Then his foes loue or liking entertaine: His resolution was both first and last, His bodie was her thrall, his hart was freely plast. Which when the cruell Amazon perceiued, xlvii She gan to storme, and rage, and rend her gall, For very fell despight, which she conceiued, To be so scorned of a base borne thrall, Whose life did lie in her least eye-lids fall; Of which she vow’d with many a cursed threat, That she therefore would him ere long forstall. Nathlesse when calmed was her furious heat, She chang’d that threatfull mood, and mildly gan entreat. What now is left _Clarinda_? what remaines, xlviii That we may compasse this our enterprize? Great shame to lose so long employed paines, And greater shame t’abide so great misprize, With which he dares our offers thus despize. Yet that his guilt the greater may appeare, And more my gratious mercie by this wize, I will a while with his first folly beare, Till thou haue tride againe, and tempted him more neare. Say, and do all, that may thereto preuaile; xlix Leaue nought vnpromist, that may him perswade, Life, freedome, grace, and gifts of great auaile, With which the Gods themselues are mylder made: Thereto adde art, euen womens witty trade, The art of mightie words, that men can charme; With which in case thou canst him not inuade, Let him feele hardnesse of thy heauie arme: Who will not stoupe with good, shall be made stoupe with harme. Some of his diet doe from him withdraw; l For I him find to be too proudly fed. Giue him more labour, and with streighter law, That he with worke may be forwearied. Let him lodge hard, and lie in strawen bed, That may pull downe the courage of his pride; And lay vpon him, for his greater dread, Cold yron chaines, with which let him be tide; And let, what euer he desires, be him denide.