With gentle blandishment and louely looke,
Most like that virgin true, which for her knight him took.
All cleane dismayd to see so vncouth sight, l
And halfe enraged at her shamelesse guise,
He thought haue[66] slaine her in his fierce despight:
But hasty heat tempring with sufferance wise,
He stayde his hand, and gan himselfe aduise
To proue his sense, and tempt her faigned truth.
Wringing her hands in wemens[67] pitteous wise,
Tho can she weepe, to stirre vp gentle ruth,