As it an Earth-quake were; at last she thus bespake.
Beldame, your words doe worke me litle ease; xliii
For though my loue be not so lewdly bent,
As those ye blame, yet may it nought[897] appease
My raging smart, ne ought my flame relent,
But rather doth my helpelesse griefe augment.
For they, how euer shamefull and vnkind,
Yet did possesse their horrible intent:
Short end of sorrowes they thereby did find;
So was their fortune good, though wicked were their mind.