1 Sarazin, > Sarazin 1609
1 "At last it chanced this proud Saracen 2 To meet me wandering, who perforce me led
perforce > forcibly
3 With him away, but yet could never win 4 The fort that ladies hold in sovereign dread. 5 There lies he now with foul dishonour dead, 6 Who, while he lived, was called proud Sansfoy, 7 The eldest of three brethren, all three bred 8 Of one bad sire, whose youngest is Sansjoy,
sire > father Sansjoy > "Without Joy"
9 And 'twixt them both was born the bloody bold Sansloy.
Sansloy > "Without Law"
102.26
In this sad plight, friendlesse, vnfortunate,
2 Now miserable I Fidessa dwell,
Crauing of you in pitty of my state,
4 To do none ill, if please ye not do well.
He in great passion all this while did dwell,
6 More busying his quicke eyes, her face to view,
Then his dull eares, to heare what she did tell;
8 And said, +faire+ Lady hart of flint would rew
The vndeserued woes and sorrowes, which ye shew.
8 faire > Faire 1609