Not by that Tyrant, his intended foe; xi But by a Tyrannesse (he then replide,) That him captiued hath in haplesse woe. Cease thou bad newes-man, badly doest thou hide Thy maisters shame, in harlots bondage tide. The rest my selfe too readily can spell. With that in rage she turn’d from him aside, Forcing in vaine the rest to her to tell, And to her chamber went like solitary cell. There she began to make her monefull plaint xii Against her Knight, for being so vntrew; And him to touch with falshoods fowle attaint, That all his other honour ouerthrew. Oft did she blame her selfe, and often rew, For yeelding to a straungers loue so light, Whose life and manners straunge she neuer knew; And euermore she did him sharpely twight For breach of faith to her, which he had firmely plight. And then she in her wrathfull will did cast, xiii How to reuenge that blot of honour blent; To fight with him, and goodly die her last: And then againe she did her selfe torment, Inflicting on her selfe his punishment. A while she walkt, and chauft; a while she threw Her selfe vppon her bed, and did lament: Yet did she not lament with loude alew, As women wont, but with deepe sighes, and singults[300] few. Like as a wayward childe, whose sounder sleepe xiv Is broken with some fearefull dreames affright, With froward will doth set him selfe to weepe; Ne can be stild for all his nurses might, But kicks, and squals, and shriekes for fell despight: Now scratching her, and her loose locks misusing; Now seeking darkenesse, and now seeking light; Then crauing sucke, and then the sucke refusing. Such was this Ladies fit, in her loues fond accusing. But when she had with such vnquiet fits xv Her selfe there close afflicted long in vaine, Yet found no easement in her troubled wits, She vnto _Talus_ forth return’d againe, By change of place seeking to ease her paine; And gan enquire of him, with mylder mood, The certaine cause of _Artegals_ detaine; And what he did, and in what state he stood, And whether he did woo, or whether he were woo’d. Ah wellaway (sayd then the yron man,) xvi That he is not the while in state to woo; But lies in wretched thraldome, weake and wan, Not by strong hand compelled thereunto, But his owne doome, that none can now vndoo. Sayd I not then (quoth shee) erwhile aright, That this is things[301] compacte betwixt you two, Me to deceiue of faith vnto me plight, Since that he was not forst, nor ouercome in fight?