3 Yet musing at the strange occasion, musing > wondering, marvelling occasion > {Event, turn of events; also: opportunity (Latin _occasio_), because this is a chance for him to learn the true nature of his companion} 4 And doubting much his sense, he thus bespoke: bespoke > spoke 5 "What voice of damned ghost from Limbo-lake, Limbo-lake > (The pit of hell; Limbo is the region at the edge of hell where the unbaptized are confined; "lake" comes to us via Latin from the Greek _lakkos_, = pit, hollow, hole (filled with water or not)) 6 Or guileful sprite wandering in empty air 7 (Both which frail men do oftentimes mistake), which > [of which] oftentimes > frequently, often mistake > imagine erroneously; _or:_ mislead (so glossed by some editors, though this sense is not mentioned in _OED_) 8 Sends to my doubtful ears these speeches rare, doubtful > fearful, apprehensive; doubting rare > unusual, strange 9 And rueful plaints, me bidding guiltless blood to spare?" plaints > lamentations 102.33 Then groning deepe, Nor damned Ghost, (quoth he,) 2 Nor guilefull sprite to thee these wordes doth speake, But once a man _Fradubio_, now a tree, 4 Wretched man, wretched tree; whose nature weake, A cruell witch her cursed will to wreake, 6 Hath thus transformd, and plast in open plaines, Where _Boreas_ doth blow full bitter bleake, 8 And scorching Sunne does dry my secret vaines: For though a tree I seeme, yet cold and heat me paines. 1 Then, groaning deep: "Nor damned ghost," quoth he, Nor > Neither 2 "Nor guileful sprite to you these words does speak, 3 But once a man, Fradubio, now a tree; Fradubio > "Brother Doubt" (Italian) 4 Wretched man, wretched tree, whose nature weak 5 A cruel witch, her cursed will to wreak, 6 Has thus transformed, and placed in open plains, 7 Where Boreas does blow full bitter bleak, Boreas > (The north wind) full > very, exceedingly 8 And scorching sun does dry my secret veins: 9 For though a tree I seem, yet cold and heat me pains." 102.34 Say on _Fradubio_ then, or man, or tree, 2 Quoth then the knight, by whose mischieuous arts Art thou misshaped thus, as now I see? 4 He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, 6 As raging flames who striueth to suppresse. The author then (said he) of all my smarts, 8 Is one _Duessa_ a false sorceresse, That many errant knights hath brought to wretchednesse. 1 "Say on, Fradubio, then, +or+ man or tree," or > either, whether 2 Quoth then the knight. "By whose mischievous arts mischievous > harmful; ill-intentioned 3 Are you misshapen thus, as now I see? 4 He oft finds medicine who his grief imparts; imparts > relates, makes known 5 But double griefs afflict concealing hearts, 6 As raging flames, who strives to suppress." who > [he who] suppress > [suppress his grief]