At last when perils all I weened past, 2 And hop'd to reape the crop of all my care, Into new woes vnweeting I was cast, 4 By this false faytor, who vnworthy ware His worthy shield, whom he with guilefull snare 6 Entrapped slew, and brought to shamefull graue. Me silly maid away with him he bare, 8 And euer since hath kept in darksome caue, For that I would not yeeld, that to _Sans-foy_ I gaue. 1 "At last, when perils all I weened past, weened > supposed 2 And hoped to reap the crop of all my care, 3 Into new woes unweeting I was cast unweeting > ignorant, unwitting 4 By this false faitour, who unworthy wears faitour > impostor, cheat wears > bears, carries 5 His worthy shield, whom he, with guileful snare, His > [Sansfoy's] he > [the Redcross Knight] 6 Entrapped slew, and brought to shameful grave. Entrapped slew > [Killed while trapped] 7 Me, silly maid, away with him he bore, silly > defenceless; innocent 8 And ever since has kept in darksome cave, 9 For that I would not yield that to Sansfoy I gave. For that > Because that > [that which] 104.48 But since faire Sunne hath sperst that lowring clowd, 2 And to my loathed life now shewes some light, Vnder your beames I will me safely shrowd, 4 From dreaded storme of his disdainfull spight: To you th'inheritance belongs by right 6 Of brothers prayse, to you eke longs his loue. Let not his loue, let not his restlesse spright 8 Be vnreueng'd, that calles to you aboue From wandring _Stygian_ shores, where it doth endlesse moue. 1 "But since fair sun has spersed that louring cloud, spersed > dispersed 2 And to my loathed life now shows some light, 3 Under your beams I will me safely shroud shroud > take shelter 4 From dreaded storm of his disdainful spite: disdainful > angry 5 To you the inheritance belongs by right 6 Of brother's praise, to you eke belongs his love. praise > praiseworthiness; merit, virtue eke > also 7 Let not his love, let not his restless spirit, 8 Be unrevenged, that calls to you above 9 From wandering Stygian shores, where it does endless move." Stygian > {Of the River Styx, one of the five rivers of hell; the river across which dead souls must pass. See _Aen._, 6.312 ff.} endless > eternally 104.49 Thereto said he, faire Dame, be nought dismaid 2 For sorrowes past; their griefe is with them gone: Ne yet of present perill be affraid; 4 For needlesse feare did neuer vantage none, And helplesse hap it booteth not to mone. 6 Dead is _Sans-foy_, his vitall paines are past, Though greeued ghost for vengeance deepe do grone: 8 He liues, that shall him pay his dewties last, And guiltie Elfin bloud shall sacrifice in hast. 1 Thereto said he, "Fair dame, be naught dismayed Thereto > To that