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Ye noble knights (said then the Squire of Dames)
2 Well may ye speed in so praiseworthy paine:
But sith the Sunne now ginnes to slake his beames,
4 In deawy vapours of the westerne maine,
And lose the teme out of his weary waine,
6 Mote not mislike you also to abate
Your zealous hast, till morrow next againe
8 Both light of heauen, and strength of men relate:
Which if ye please, to yonder castle turne your gate.
1 "You noble knights," said then the Squire of Dames, 2 "Well may you speed in so praiseworthy pain:
speed > succeed, thrive so > [such a] pain > effort
3 But sith the sun now begins to slake his beams
sith > since
4 In dewy vapours of the western main,
main > sea
5 And loosen the team out of his weary wain,
team > [team of horses] wain > chariot (in which Phoebus Apollo makes his daily journey across the sky)