Made a calme shadow far in compasse round:
The fearefull Shepheard often there aghast
8 Vnder them neuer sat, ne wont there sound
His mery oaten pipe, but shund th'vnlucky ground.
1 Long time they thus together travelled,
2 Till, weary of their way, they came at last
3 Where grew two goodly trees, that fair did spread
goodly > beautiful
4 Their arms abroad, with grey moss overcast,
abroad > widely, over a broad area
overcast > covered, overlaid
5 And their green leaves, trembling with every blast,
blast > gust
6 Made a calm shadow far in compass round:
7 The fearful shepherd, often there aghast,
aghast > frightened (especially with superstitious fear)
8 Under them never sat, nor wont there sound
wont > was accustomed to; would
9 His merry oaten pipe, but shunned the unlucky ground.
merry > delightful, charming
oaten > (Shepherds' pipes were supposedly made of oat stalks)
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But this good knight soone as he them can spie,
2 For the coole +shade him thither+ hastly got:
For golden _Ph{oe}bus_ now +ymounted+ hie,
4 From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot
Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot,
6 That liuing creature mote it not abide;
And his new Lady it endured not.
8 There they alight, in hope themselues to hide
From the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs a tide.
2 shade him thither > shade thither _1596;_ shadow thither _1609_
3 ymounted > that mounted _1590 etc.: FE_
1 But this good knight, soon as he them can spy,
soon > [as soon]
can > did
2 For the cool shade him thither hastily got:
3 For golden Phoebus, now mounted high,
4 From fiery wheels of his fair chariot
From > [From the]
5 Hurled his beam so scorching cruel hot,
6 That living creature might it not abide;
7 And his new lady it endured not.
8 There they alight, in hope themselves to hide
9 From the fierce heat, and rest their weary limbs a tide.
tide > while
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Faire seemly pleasaunce each to other makes,
2 With goodly purposes there as they sit:
And in his falsed fancy he her takes
4 To be the fairest wight, that liued yit;
Which to expresse, he bends his gentle wit,
6 And thinking of those braunches greene to frame
A girlond for her dainty forehead fit,
8 He pluckt a bough; out of whose rift there came
Small drops of gory bloud, that trickled downe the
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