And yet more sad, that Una his deare dreed
Her truth had staind with treason so unkind;
Yet crime in her could never creature find,
But for his love, and for her owne selfe sake,
She wandred had from one to other Ynd,[°]
Him for to seeke, ne ever would forsake,
Till her unwares the fiers Sansloy did overtake.
III
Who, after Archimagoes fowle defeat,