For whither he though fatall deepe foresight
2 Me hither sent, for cause to me vnghest,
Or that fresh bleeding wound, which day and night
4 Whilome doth rancle in my riuen brest,
With forced fury following his behest,
6 Me hither brought by wayes yet neuer found,
You to haue helpt I hold my selfe yet blest.
8 Ah curteous knight (quoth she) what secret wound
Could euer find, to grieue the gentlest hart on ground?
1 "For whether He, though fatal deep foresight,
fatal > preordained
2 Me hither sent, for cause to me unguessed, 3 Or that fresh bleeding wound (which day and night
Or > [Or whether]
4 Whilom does rankle in my riven breast),
Whilom > Continually; from the past until the present time
5 With forced fury, following his behest,
his > its (if referring to the wound); or: His (God's)
6 Me hither brought by ways yet never found, 7 You to have helped I hold myself yet blessed." 8 "Ah, courteous knight," quoth she, "what secret wound 9 Could ever find to grieve the gentlest heart on ground?"