3490For, if our innocence do plead for us,
We're led t' Elysium from dark Erebus.
That other was the Thracian harper-mate,
Whom Pluto forced unto his gloomy house,
His devilship with smiles to recreate,
Full bowls of his nepenthe to carouse.'
'I'm glad I know', quoth she, 'for jealous fears
Unto my heart did travel from my ears.'
'Why, lovely maid, did ever I behold
Before this time', quoth he, 'your comely face?'