adly heare.

At last, the guyder of the firie Coach,
drying his locks wet in _Eurotas_ floud,
Gan resalute the world with bright approch,
angry he seem'd, for all his face was bloud:
_Auroraes_ hast had made him looke so red,
For loath he was to leaue faire _Thetis_ bed.

Scarce were his horses put in readines,
and he himselfe full mounted on his seate,
VVhen _Dom Diego_ full of heauines,
abroade did walke, his night talke to repeate
Some two howres spent, he in againe retires,
And sees his Mistres, whom he now admires.

Whereat inflam'd, (loue brookes no base delay,
whose fruite is danger, whose reward is paine)
With fine-fil'd termes he giues her the good day,
and blushing, she returnes it him againe.
_Endimeons_ blush her beauty did eclypse,
His causd by _Cynthiaes_, hers _Adonis_ lyps.

Boldly encourag'd by her milde aspect,
he told her that which Louers vse to tell,
How he did liue by her faire eyes reflect,
and how his hart in midst of hers did dwell.
Much eloquence he vsd, twas needles done,
To win that hart which was already won.

Ne're did the dungeon thiefe condemn'd to dye
with greater pleasure heare his pardon read,
Then did _Gyneura_ heare his Oratorie,
(of force sufficient to reuiue the dead)
Shee needes must yield; for sure he had the Art,
VVith amorous heate to fixe _Dianaes_ hart.

These Louers (thus in this both-pleasing parly)
were interrupted by _Geneuraes_ Mother
VVho newly vp, (age seldome ryseth early)
gan straight salute her guest, so did he her,
Some termes of kindnes mutually past,
Shee friendly leades him in, to breake his fast.

VVhich done, (as all good manners did require)
hee thankt his Hostis for her curtesie,
And now at length went home for to retire,
where hee was looked for so earnestly,
The Lady crau'd if ere hee came that way,
To see her house, and there to make some stay.

Then heauily, and with a dying eye,
(ioylesse) hee takes his leaue of his faire Loue,
VVho for to fauour him, full graciously,
with louing count'nance gaue to him her Gloue.
Keepe this (quoth shee) till better fortune fall,
My Gloue, my Loue, my hand, my hart, and all.

At this large offer, bashfull modestie,
with pure Vermilion stain'd her all faire face,
So lookt _Calystone_ at her great bellie,
when chast _Ilythia_ spi'd her in such case;
Let Louer