To me sad mayd, or rather widow sad, 2 He was affiaunced long time before, And sacred pledges he both gaue, and had, 4 False erraunt knight, infamous, and forswore: Witnesse the burning Altars, which he swore, 6 And guiltie heauens of his bold periury, Which though he hath polluted oft +of+ yore, 8 Yet I to them for iudgement iust do fly, And them coniure t'auenge this shamefull iniury. 7 of > and _1596, 1609_ 1 "To me, sad maid, or rather widow sad, 2 He was affianced long time before, 3 And sacred pledges he both gave, and had, 4 False errant knight, infamous, and forsworn: errant > itinerant (a "knight errant" roamed in quest of adventure; the context here also implies the sense of erring, deviating) forsworn > perjurious; in breach of a solemn oath 5 Witness the burning altars, which he swore, which > [on which, by which] 6 And guilty heavens of his bold perjury, of > [made guilty by] 7 Which though he has polluted often of yore, Which > [The heavens] yore > old 8 Yet I to them for judgement just do fly, 9 And them conjure to avenge this shameful injury. conjure > call upon by oath injury > {Wrongful action; also: intentionally offensive speech or words} 112.28 Therefore +since+ mine he is, or free or bond, 2 Or false or trew, or liuing or else dead, Withhold, O soueraine Prince, your hasty hond 4 From knitting league with him, I you aread; Ne weene my right with strength adowne to tread, 6 Through weaknesse of my widowhed, or woe: For truth is strong, +her+ rightfull cause to plead, 8 And shall find friends, if need requireth soe, So bids thee well to fare, Thy neither friend, nor foe, _Fidessa_. 1 since > sith _1609_ 7 her > his _1596, 1609_ 1 "Therefore since mine he is, +or+ free or bound, or > either 2 Or false or true, +or+ living or else dead, Or > Either or > either 3 Withhold, O sovereign prince, your hasty hand 4 From knitting league with him, I you aread; aread > counsel 5 Nor ween my right with strength adown to tread, ween > think, intend adown > down 6 Through weakness of my widowhood, or woe: 7 For truth is strong, her rightful cause to plead, 8 And shall find friends, if need requires so, 9 So bids you well to fare, Your neither friend nor foe, _Fidessa_." well to fare > [farewell] 112.29 When he these bitter byting words had red, 2 The tydings straunge did him abashed make, That still he sate long time astonished 4 As in great muse, ne word to creature spake. At last his solemne silence thus he brake, 6 With doubtfull eyes fast fixed on his guest; Redoubted knight, that for mine onely sake 8 Thy life and honour late aduenturest, Let nought be hid from me, that ought to be exprest. 1 When he these bitter biting words had read, 2 The tidings strange did him abashed make, 3 That still he sat long time astonished, That > [So that]