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Eftsoone she said, Ah gentle trustie Squire,
2 What comfort can I wofull wretch conceaue,
Or why should euer I henceforth +desire,+
4 To see faire heauens face, and life not leaue,
Sith that false Traytour did my honour reaue?
6 False traytour certes (said the Faerie knight)
I read the man, that euer would deceaue
8 A gentle Ladie, or her wrong through might:
Death were too little paine for such a foule despight.
3 desire, > desyre, 1590; desire 1609
1 Eftsoons she said, "Ah, gentle trusty squire,
Eftsoons > Thereupon gentle > noble
2 What comfort can I, woeful wretch, conceive, 3 Or why should ever I henceforth desire 4 To see fair Heaven's face, and life not leave, 5 Sith that false traitor did my honour reave?"
Sith > Since reave > take away; plunder, despoil
6 "False traitor certes," said the Faery knight,
certes > assuredly
7 "I read the man, that ever would deceive