Iii

Yet she most faithfull Ladie all this while Forsaken, wofull, solitarie mayd Far from all peoples prease, as in exile, In wildernesse and wastfull deserts strayd, To seeke her knight; who subtilly betrayd Through that late vision, which th' Enchaunter wrought, Had her abandond. She of nought affrayd, Through woods and wastnesse wide him daily sought; Yet wished tydings° none of him unto her brought.