-horse for ladies}
whereon > on which

4 And of his bowels made his bloody feast:
5 Which speaking token shows at the least
6 Her certain loss, if not her sure decay:

decay > death

7 Besides, that more suspicion increased,

that more > [and that more greatly my]

8 I found her golden girdle cast astray,
9 Distained with dirt and blood, as relic of the prey."

Distained > Stained, sullied
prey > {Act of preying, as 307.36:6}

308.50

Aye me, (said _Paridell_) the signes be sad,
2 And but God turne the same to good soothsay,
That Ladies safetie is sore to be drad:
4 Yet will I not forsake my forward way,
Till triall doe more certaine truth bewray.
6 Faire Sir (quoth he) well may it you succeed,
Ne long shall _Satyrane_ behind you stay,
8 But to the rest, which in this Quest proceed
My labour adde, and be partaker of their speed.

1 "Ay me," said Paridell, "the signs be sad,

Ay me > Ah me! Alas! (chiefly in northern dialect)
be > [are]
sad > ill-omened; grievous

2 And but God turn the same to good soothsay,

but > unless
good soothsay > [a] favourable omen

3 That lady's safety is sore to be dreaded:
4 Yet will I not forsake my forward way,

forward > forward (in direction); eager

5 Till trial do more certain truth bewray."

trial > inquiry
bewray > reveal

6 "Fair sir," quoth he, "well may it you succeed,

succeed > succeed in; give success to

7 Nor long shall Satyrane behind you stay,
8 But to the rest which in this quest proceed

rest > [of the Faery knights]

9 My labour add, and be partaker of their speed."

add > [I shall add]
partaker of > [a] participant in, [a] sharer of
speed > success; speed; promptness

308.51

Ye noble knights (said then the _Squire of Dames_)
2 Well may ye speed in so praiseworthy paine:
But sith the Sunne now ginnes to slake his beames,
4 In deawy vapours of the westerne maine,
And lose the teme out of his weary waine,
6 Mote not mislike you also to abate
Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe
8 Both light of heauen, and strength of men relate:
Which if ye please, to yonder castle turne your gate.

1 "You noble knights," said then the Squire of Dames,
2 "Well may you speed in so praiseworthy pain:

speed > succeed, thrive
so > [such a]
pain > effort

3 But sith the sun now begins to slake his beams

sith > since

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