Ii

Yet sad he was that his too hastie speede The faire Duess' had forst him leave behind; And yet more sad, that Una his deare dreed Her truth had staind with treason so unkind; Yet crime in her could never creature find, But for his love, and for her owne selfe sake, She wandred had from one to other Ynd,° Him for to seeke, ne ever would forsake, Till her unwares the fiers Sansloy did overtake.