But most she did her troubled mynd molest,
And secretly afflict with iealous feare,
Least some new loue had him from[299] her possest;
Yet loth she was, since she no ill did heare,
To thinke of him so ill: yet could she not forbeare.
One while she blam’d her selfe; another whyle v
She him condemn’d, as trustlesse and vntrew:
And then, her griefe with errour to beguyle,
She fayn’d to count the time againe anew,
As if before she had not counted trew.