What Ladie, man? (said Trompart) take good hart,
2 And tell thy griefe, if any hidden lye;
Was neuer better time to shew thy smart,
4 Then now, that noble succour is thee by,
That is the whole worlds commune remedy.
6 That chearefull word his weake hart much did cheare,
And with vaine hope his spirits faint supply,
8 That bold he said; {o^} most redoubted Pere,
Vouchsafe with mild regard a wretches cace to heare.
1 "What lady, man?" said Trompart. "Take good heart, 2 And tell your grief, if any hidden lie;
tell > describe
3 Was never better time to show your smart
smart > pain, acute pain
4 Than now, that noble succour is you by, 5 That is the whole world's common remedy." 6 That cheerful word his weak heart much did cheer, 7 And with vain hope his spirits faint supply,
vain > foolish
8 That bold he said: "O most redoubted peer,
That > [So that] peer > nobleman
9 Vouchsafe with mild regard a wretch's case to hear."