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4 Sometimes he falsely feigns himself to sleep,
5 While through their lids his wanton eyes do peep,
6 To steal a snatch of amorous conceit,

conceit > conception, idea; scheme

7 Whereby close fire into his heart does creep:

close > secret

8 So he them deceives, deceived in his deceit,

So > ?Thus (see Textual Appendix and original pointing)

9 Made drunk with drugs of dear voluptuous receipt.

dear > costly (esp. in fig. senses); grievous
receipt > {Formula, recipe; also: that which is received, i.e. his
view of the damsels}

205.35

_Atin_ arriuing there, when him he spide,
2 Thus in still waues of deepe delight to wade,
Fiercely approching, to him lowdly cride,
4 _Cymochles_; oh no, but _Cymochles_ shade,
In which that manly person late did fade,
6 What is become of great _Acrates_ sonne?
Or where hath he hong vp his mortall blade,
8 That hath so many haughtie conquests wonne?
Is all his force forlorne, and all his glory donne?

1 Atin, arriving there, when him he spied
2 Thus in still waves of deep delight to wade,

still > constant; continuous; _perhaps also with the paradoxical but
sensual meaning:_ still, motionless

3 Fiercely approaching, to him loudly cried,
4 "Cymochles! ... O no, but Cymochles' shade,

shade > ghost, spectre

5 In which that manly person late did fade;

manly > manly; human, mortal
fade > weaken, decline; become dry (in further allusion to his name:
cf. 107.4:7); vanish (cf. 105.15:5)

6 What is become of great Acrates' son?
7 Or where has he hung up his mortal blade,

mortal > lethal

8 That has so many haughty conquests won?

haughty > exalted, of exalted courage; proud

9 Is all his force forlorn, and all his glory done?"

forlorn > lost, perished; forsaken

205.36

Then pricking him with his sharpe-pointed dart,
2 He said; +vp+, vp, thou womanish weake knight,
That here in Ladies lap entombed art,
4 Vnmindfull of thy praise and prowest might,
And weetlesse eke of lately wrought despight,
6 Whiles sad _Pyrochles_ lies on senselesse ground,
And groneth out his vtmost grudging spright,
8 Through many a stroke, and many a streaming wound,
Calling thy helpe in vaine, that here in ioyes art dround.

2 vp > Vp _1609_

1 Then, pricking him with his sharp-pointed dart,
2 He said: "Up, up, you womanish weak knight,
3 That he