But promist him, what euer wight she weare,
That she her loue[234] to him would shortly gaine:
So he her told: but soone as she did heare
That Florimell it was, which wrought his paine,
She gan a fresh[235] to chafe, and grieue in euery vaine.
Yet since she saw the streight extremitie, xxviii
In which his life vnluckily was layd,
It was no time to scan the prophecie,
Whether old Proteus true or false had sayd,
That his decay should happen by a mayd.