did address,

address > betake himself, go

2 To weet what wight he was, and what his quest:

weet > find out
wight > man

3 And coming nigh, eftsoons he began to guess,

eftsoons > soon

4 Both by the burning heart (which on his breast
5 He bore) and by the colours in his crest,
6 That Paridell it was. Tho to him yode,

Paridell > (This is his first appearance in the poem; he is known to
Satyrane, but not to us)
Tho > Then
yode > went

7 And him saluting, as beseemed best,

beseemed best > was most fitting

8 Gan first inquire of tidings far abroad;

Gan > Did

9 And afterwards, on what adventure now he rode.

308.46

Who thereto answering, said; The tydings bad,
2 Which now in Faerie court all men do tell,
Which turned hath great mirth, to mourning sad,
4 Is the late ruine of proud _Marinell_,
And suddein parture of faire _Florimell_,
6 To find him forth: and after her are gone
All the braue knights, that doen in armes excell,
8 To sauegard her, ywandred all alone;
Emongst the rest my lot (vnworthy) is to be one.

1 Who thereto answering, said: "The tidings bad,

thereto > to that

2 Which now in Faery court all men do tell,
3 Which turned has great mirth to mourning sad,

has > (The singular verb with the plural "tidings" was formerly not
unusual)

4 Is the late ruin of proud Marinell,

late ruin > recent downfall

5 And sudden departure of fair Florimell
6 To find him forth: and after her are gone
7 All the brave knights that do in arms excel,

brave > brave; splendid
arms > {Deeds of arms}

8 To safeguard her, wandered all alone;
9 Amongst the rest my lot (unworthy) is to be one."

308.47

Ah gentle knight (said then Sir _Satyrane_)
2 Thy labour all is lost, I greatly dread,
That hast a thanklesse seruice on thee ta'ne,
4 And offrest sacrifice vnto the dead:
For dead, I +surely+ doubt, thou maist aread
6 Henceforth for euer _Florimell_ to be,
That all the noble knights of _Maydenhead_,
8 Which her ador'd, may sore repent with me,
And all faire Ladies may for euer sory be.

5 surely > sorely _sugg. Upton; see 308.48:6_

1 "Ah, gentle knight," said then Sir Satyrane,

gentle > noble

2 "Your labour all is lost, I greatly dread,
3 That have a thankless service on you taken,

That > [In that you]

4 And offer sacrifice to the dead:
5 For d