So mighty be th’enchauntments, which the same do stay.
What is there else, but cease these fruitlesse paines, xxiv
And leaue me to my former languishing?[1136]
Faire Amoret must dwell in wicked chaines,
And Scudamore here dye with sorrowing.
Perdy not so; (said she) for shamefull thing
It were t’abandon noble cheuisaunce,
For shew of perill, without venturing:
Rather let try extremities of chaunce,
Then enterprised prayse for dread to disauaunce.