,
4 Crying with pitteous voice, and count'nance wan;
Ah well away, most noble Lords, how can
6 Your cruell eyes endure so pitteous sight,
To shed your liues on ground? wo worth the man,
8 That first did teach the cursed steele to bight
In his owne flesh, and make way to the liuing spright.

1 Still as he stood, fair Phaedria, that beheld
2 That deadly danger, soon atween them ran;

atween > between

3 And at their feet herself most humbly felled,
4 Crying with piteous voice, and countenance wan:
5 "Ah wellaway, most noble lords, how can

wellaway > alas!

6 Your cruel eyes endure so piteous sight,

sight > [a sight]

7 To shed your lives on ground? Woe worth the man

worth > betide

8 That first did teach the cursed steel to bite
9 In his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit.

his own > [human]

206.33

If euer loue of Ladie did empierce
2 Your yron brestes, or pittie could find place,
Withhold your bloudie hands from battell fierce,
4 And sith for me ye fight, to me this grace
Both yeeld, to stay your deadly strife a space.
6 They stayd a while: and forth she gan proceed:
Most wretched woman, and of wicked race,
8 That am the author of this hainous deed,
And cause of death betweene two doughtie knights doe breed.

1 "If ever love of lady did empierce

empierce > penetrate

2 Your iron breasts, or pity could find place,
3 Withhold your bloody hands from battle fierce,
4 And sith for me you fight, to me this grace

sith > since
grace > favour

5 Both yield, to stay your deadly strife a space."

stay > delay, hold back

6 They stayed a while: and forth she gan proceed:

gan > did; began to

7 "Most wretched woman, and of wicked race,
8 That am the author of this heinous deed,
9 And cause of death between two doughty knights do breed.

206.34

But if for me ye fight, or me will serue,
2 Not this rude kind of battell, nor these armes
Are meet, the which doe men in bale to sterue,
4 And dolefull sorrow heape with deadly harmes:
Such cruell game my scarmoges disarmes:
6 Another warre, and other weapons I
Doe loue, where loue does giue his sweet alarmes,
8 Without bloudshed, and where the enemy
Does yeeld vnto his foe a pleasant victory.

1 "But if for me you fight, or me will serve,
2 Not this rude kind of battle, nor these arms

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