Which his sad speech infixed in my brest,
Ranckled so sore, and festred inwardly,
That my engreeued mind could find no rest,
Till that the truth thereof I did outwrest,
And him besought by that same sacred band
Betwixt vs both, to counsell me the best.
He then with solemne oath and plighted hand
Assur’d, ere long the truth to let me vnderstand.
Ere long with like againe he boorded mee, xxiv
Saying, he now had boulted all the floure,