He running downe, the gate to him vnbard;
Whom straight the Prince ensuing, in together far’d.
There he did find in her delitious boure vi
The faire Pœana playing on a Rote,
Complayning of her cruell Paramoure,
And singing all her sorrow to the note,
As she had learned readily by rote.
That with the sweetnesse of her rare delight,
The Prince halfe rapt, began on her to dote:
Till better him bethinking of the right,