should be trapped in his glorious coach, but
Corydon, in his holiday suit, marvellous seemly, in a russet jacket,
welted with the same and faced with red worsted, having a pair of blue
chamlet sleeves, bound at the wrists with four yellow laces, closed
before very richly with a dozen of pewter buttons; his hose was of
grey kersey, with a large slop[1] barred overthwart the pocket-holes
with three fair guards, stitched of either side with red thread; his
stock was of the own, sewed close to his breech, and for to beautify
his hose, he had trussed himself round with a dozen of new-threaden
points[2] of medley color: his bonnet was green, whereon stood a
copper brooch with the picture of Saint Denis; and to want nothing
that might make him amorous in his old days, he had a fair shirt-band
of fine lockram,[3] whipped over with Coventry blue of no small cost.
Thus attired, Corydon bestirred himself as chief stickler[4] in these
actions, and had strowed all the house with flowers, that it seemed
rather some of Flora's choice bowers than any country cottage.

[Footnote 1: a smock-frock, or possibly trousers.]

[Footnote 2: laces.]

[Footnote 3: linen.]

[Footnote 4: manager.]

Thither repaired Phoebe with all the maids of the forest, to set out
the bride in the most seemliest sort that might be; but howsoever she
helped to prank out Aliena, yet her eye was still on Ganymede, who was
so neat in a suit of grey, that he seemed Endymion when he won Luna
with his looks, or Paris when he played the swain to get the beauty of
the nymph Oenone. Ganymede, like a pretty page, waited on his mistress
Aliena, and overlooked that all was in a readiness against the
bridegroom should come; who, attired in a forester's suit, came
accompanied with Gerismond and his brother Rosader early in the
morning; where arrived, they were solemnly entertained by Aliena and
the rest of the country swains; Gerismond very highly commending the
fortunate choice of Saladyne, in that he had chosen a shepherdess,
whose virtues appeared in her outward beauties, being no less fair
than seeming modest. Ganymede coming in, and seeing her father, began
to blush, nature working affects[1] by her secret effects: scarce
could she abstain from tears to see her father in so low fortunes, he
that was wont to sit in his royal palace, attended on by twelve noble
peers, now to be contented with a simple cottage, and a troop of
revelling woodmen for his train. The conside