So had I rather to be thrall, then free;
Such thraldome or such freedome let it surely be.
But O vaine iudgement, and conditions vaine, xi
The which the prisoner points vnto the free,
The whiles I him condemne, and deeme his paine,
He where he list goes loose, and laughes at me.
So euer loose, so euer happy be.
But where so loose or happy that thou art,
Know Marinell that all this is for thee.
With that she wept and wail’d, as if her hart