Saladyne, hiding fire in the straw, and concealing a poisoned hate in
a peaceable countenance, yet deferring the intent of his wrath till
fitter opportunity, he showed himself a great favorer of his brother's
virtuous endeavors: where leaving them in this happy league, let us
return to Rosalynde.
[Footnote 1: dainties.]
[Footnote 2: "a toast."--_Greg._]
Rosalynde returning home from the triumph, after she waxed solitary,
love presented her with the idea of Rosader's perfection, and taking
her at discovert struck her so deep, as she felt herself grow passing
passionate. She began to call to mind the comeliness of his person,
the honor of his parents, and the virtues that, excelling both, made
him so gracious in the eyes of every one. Sucking in thus the honey of
love by imprinting in her thoughts his rare qualities, she began to
surfeit with the contemplation of his virtuous conditions; but when
she called to remembrance her present estate, and the hardness of her
fortunes, desire began to shrink, and fancy to vail bonnet, that
between a Chaos of confused thoughts she began to debate with herself
in this manner:
ROSALYNDE'S PASSION
"Infortunate Rosalynde, whose misfortunes are more than thy years, and
whose passions are greater than thy patience! The blossoms of thy
youth are mixed with the frosts of envy, and the hope of thy ensuing
fruits perish in the bud.
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