8 Tho can she weep, to stir up gentle ruth,
Tho > Then can > did ruth > pity
9 Both for her noble blood, and for her tender youth.
101.51
And said, Ah Sir, my liege Lord and my loue,
2 Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate,
And mightie causes wrought in heauen aboue,
4 Or the blind God, that doth me thus amate,
For hoped loue to winne me certaine hate?
6 Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die.
Die is my dew: yet rew my wretched state
8 You, whom my hard auenging destinie
Hath made iudge of my life or death indifferently.
1 And said, "Ah sir, my liege lord and my love,
liege lord > {If adj.: faithful lord; if sb.: liege-lord, lord to whom one owes feudal allegiance and service}
2 Shall I accuse the hidden cruel fate, 3 And mighty causes wrought in heaven above, 4 Or the blind god that does me thus amate,
the blind god > [Cupid, who shoots his arrows without caring whom they hit; he is often depicted wearing a blindfold. See e.g. 311.48:1] amate > cast down; act as a mate to (see 101.47:8-9)
5 For hoped love to win me certain hate?