But that it all the skie doth ouercast
With darknes dred[19], and threatens all the world to wast.
Ah gentle knight,[20] then false Duessa sayd, xlvi
Why do ye striue for Ladies loue so sore,
Whose chiefe desire is loue and friendly aid
Mongst gentle Knights to nourish euermore?
Ne be ye wroth Sir Scudamour therefore,
That she your loue list loue another knight,
Ne do your selfe dislike a whit the more;
For Loue is free, and led with selfe delight,