That her to see should be but troublesome.
Indeede (quoth she) that should her[331] trouble sore,
But thankt be God, and her encrease so euermore.
Then said the aged Cœlia, Deare dame, xvii
And you good Sir, I wote that of your toyle,
And labours long, through which ye hither came,
Ye both forwearied be: therefore a whyle
I read you rest, and to your bowres recoyle.
Then called she a Groome, that forth him led
Into a goodly lodge, and gan despoile