Bright is her hue, and Geraldine she hight; Hampton me taught to wish her first for mine, Windsor, alas! doth chase me from her sight. Hampton Court was the scene of their frequent interviews. Surrey mentions a certain recessed or bow window, in which, retired apart from the gay throng around them, they held "converse sweet." Here she gave him, as it seems, some encouragement; too proud of such a distinguished suitor to let him escape. He in the same moment confesses himself a very slave, and betrays an indignant consciousness of the arts by which she keeps him entangled in her chain. In silence tho' I keep to such secrets myself, Yet do I see how she sometime, doth yield a look by stealth; As tho' it seemed, I wis,--"I will not lose thee so!" When in her heart so sweet a thought did never truly grow. He accuses her expressly of a love of general admiration, and of giving her countenance and favour to unworthy rivals. In "The Warning to a Lover how he is abused by his Love," he thus addresses himself as the deceived lover:-- Where thou hast loved so long, with heart and all thy power, I see thee fed with feigned words, &c. I see her pleasant cheer in chiefest of thy suit: When thou art gone, I see him come who gathers up the fruit; And eke in thy respect, I see the base degree Of him to whom she gives the heart, that promised was to thee![67] The fair Geraldine must have been a practised coquette to have sat for a picture so finished and so strongly marked: yet before we blame her for this disdainful trifling, it should be remembered that Lord Surrey, at the time he was wooing her with "musicke vows," was either married or contracted to another,[68]--a circumstance quite in keeping with the fashionable system of Platonic gallantry introduced from Italy-- O Plato! Plato! you have been the cause, &c. and so forth. I forbear to continue the apostrophe. According to the old tradition, repeated by all Surrey's biographers, he visited on his travels the famous necromancer Cornelius Agrippa, who in a magic mirror revealed to him the fair figure of his Geraldine, lying dishevelled on a couch, and, by the light of a taper, reading one of his tenderest sonnets. Fair all the pageant, but how passing fair The slender form that lay on couch of Ind! O'er her white bosom strayed her hazel hair, Pale her dear cheek, as if for love she pined. All in her night-robe loose, she lay reclined, And pensive read from tablet eburnine, Some strain that seemed her inmost soul to find;-- That favoured strain was Surrey's raptured line, That fair and lovely form, the Lady Geraldine![69]