And thee abandond wholly doe possesse,
Against it strongly striue, and yield thee not,
Till thou in open field adowne be smot.
But if the passion mayster[899] thy fraile might,
So that needs loue or death must be thy lot,
Then I auow to thee, by wrong or right
To compasse thy desire, and find that loued knight.
Her chearefull words much cheard the feeble spright xlvii
Of the sicke virgin, that her downe she layd
In her warme bed to sleepe, if that she might;