nd sound;
4 Either for want of handsome time and place,

handsome > suitable

5 Or else for fear of shame and foul disgrace.
6 Thus am I hopeless ever to attain
7 My lady's love, in such a desperate case,
8 But all my days am like to waste in vain,

like > likely

9 Seeking to match the chaste with the unchaste ladies' train."

train > company, assembly; _hence:_ number

307.61

Perdy, (said _Satyrane_) thou _Squire of Dames_,
2 Great labour fondly hast thou hent in hand,
To get small thankes, and therewith many blames,
4 That may +emongst+ _Alcides_ labours stand.
Thence backe returning to the former land,
6 Where late he left the Beast, he ouercame,
He found him not; for he had broke his band,
8 And was return'd againe vnto his Dame,
To tell what tydings of faire _Florimell_ became.

4 emongst > among _1609_

1 "Pardie," said Satyrane, "you Squire of Dames,

Pardie > Truly; "by God"

2 Great labour fondly have you hent in hand,

fondly > foolishly
hent > taken

3 To get small thanks, and therewith many blames:

therewith > with that
blames > reproofs

4 That may amongst Alcides' labours stand."

That > [That great labour]

5 Thence back returning to the former land

land > [place]

6 Where late he left the beast he overcame,

late > lately
he overcame > [that he had overcome]

7 He found him not; for he had broken his bond,
8 And was returned again to his dame,
9 To tell what tidings of fair Florimell became.

tidings > happenings, occurrences
became > had befallen (i.e. the beast has returned to tell the witch
what happened to Florimell)

CANTO VIII

_The Witch creates a snowy Lady,
2 like to Florimell,
Who wrongd by Carle by Proteus sau'd,
4 is sought by Paridell._

1 The witch creates a snowy lady
2 like to Florimell,

like to > resembling

3 Who, wronged by carl, by Proteus saved,

carl > [a] villain, [a] churl
by > [and by]
Proteus > (The Old Man of the Sea, a god who can assume any shape or
form)

4 is sought by Paridell.

Paridell > (The name is derived from that of Paris: see
309.34:5 ff.)

308.1

SO oft as I this history record,
2 My hart doth melt with meere compassion,
To thinke, how causelesse of her owne accord
4 This gentle Damzell, whom I write vpon,
Should plonged be in such affliction,
6 Without all hope of comfort or relie