And sent her winged thoughts, more swift then wind,
To beare vnto her loue the message of her mind.
There as she looked long, at last she spide viii
One comming towards her with hasty speede:
Well weend she then, ere him she plaine descride,
That it was one sent from her loue indeede.
Who when he nigh approcht, shee mote arede
That it was Talus, Artegall his groome;
Whereat her heart was fild with hope and drede;
Ne would she stay, till he in place could come,