These sixe would me enforce by oddes of might,
To chaunge my liefe, and loue another Dame,
That death me liefer were, then such despight,
So vnto wrong to yield my wrested right:
For I loue one, the truest one on ground,
Ne list me chaunge; she th’Errant Damzell hight,
For whose deare sake full many a bitter stownd,
I haue endur’d, and tasted many a bloudy wound.
Certes (said she) then bene ye sixe to blame, xxv
To weene your wrong by force to iustifie: