Then is he not more mad (said Paridell)
2 That hath himselfe vnto such seruice sold,
In dolefull thraldome all his dayes to dwell?
4 For sure a foole I do him firmely hold,
That loues his fetters, though they were of gold.
6 But why do we deuise of others ill,
Whiles thus we suffer this same dotard old,
8 To keepe vs out, in scorne of his owne will,
And rather do not ransack all, and him selfe kill?
1 "Then is he not more mad," said Paridell, 2 "That has himself to such service sold, 3 In doleful thraldom all his days to dwell?
thraldom > slavery
4 For sure a fool I do him firmly hold, 5 That loves his fetters, though they were of gold. 6 But why do we devise of other's ill,
devise > talk other's ill > [another's plight]
7 While thus we suffer this same dotard old
suffer > allow
8 To keep us out in scorn of his own will,
scorn > [the] contempt
9 And rather do not ransack all, and himself kill?"