Then found he many missing of his crew, xxxiv Which wont doe suit and seruice to his might; Of whom what was becomen, no man knew. Therefore a Iurie was impaneld streight, T’enquire of them, whether by force, or sleight, Or their owne guilt, they were away conuayd. To whom foule _Infamie_, and fell _Despight_ Gaue euidence, that they were all betrayd, And murdred cruelly by a rebellious Mayd. Fayre _Mirabella_ was her name, whereby xxxv Of all those crymes she there indited was: All which when _Cupid_ heard, he by and by In great displeasure, wild a _Capias_ Should issue forth, t’attach that scornefull lasse. The warrant straight was made, and therewithall A Baylieffe errant forth in post did passe, Whom they by name there[512] _Portamore_ did call; He which doth summon louers to loues iudgement hall. The damzell was attacht, and shortly brought xxxvi Vnto the barre, whereas she was arrayned: But she thereto nould plead, nor answere ought Euen for stubborne pride, which her restrayned. So iudgement past, as is by law ordayned In cases like, which when at last she saw, Her stubborne hart, which loue before disdayned, Gan stoupe, and falling downe with humble awe, Cryde mercie, to abate the extremitie of law. The sonne of _Venus_ who is myld by kynd, xxxvii But where he is prouokt with peeuishnesse, Vnto her prayers piteously enclynd, And did the rigour of his doome represse; Yet not so freely, but that nathelesse He vnto her a penance did impose, Which was, that through this worlds wyde wildernes She wander should in companie of those, Till she had sau’d so many loues, as she did lose. So now she had bene wandring two whole yeares xxxviii Throughout the world, in this vncomely case, Wasting her goodly hew in heauie teares, And her good dayes in dolorous disgrace: Yet had she not in all these two yeares space, Saued but two, yet in two yeares before, Through[513] her dispiteous pride, whilest loue lackt place, She had destroyed two and twenty more. Aie me, how could her loue make half amends therefore?[514] And now she was vppon the weary way, xxxix When as the gentle Squire, with faire _Serene_, Met her in such misseeming foule array; The whiles that mighty man did her demeane With all the euill termes and cruell meane, That he could make; And eeke that angry foole Which follow’d her, with cursed hands vncleane Whipping her horse, did with his smarting toole Oft whip her dainty selfe, and much augment her doole.