So tempting her still to pursue the pray,
And still from her escaping soft away:
Till that at length into that forrest wide,
She drew her far, and led with slow delay.
In th’end she her vnto that place did guide,
Whereas that wofull man in languor did abide.
Eftsoones she flew vnto his fearelesse hand, xii
And there a piteous ditty new deuiz’d,
As if she would haue made him[141] vnderstand,
His sorrowes cause to be of her despis’d.