But let her take heed," quoth he, "I have heard of
Narcissus, who for his high disdain against Love, perished in the
folly of his own love."
With this they were at Corydon's cottage, where Montanus parted from
them, and they went in to rest. Aliena and Ganymede glad of so
contented a shelter, made merry with the poor swain; and though they
had but country fare and coarse lodging, yet their welcome was so
great, and their cares so little, that they counted their diet
delicate, and slept as soundly as if they had been in the court of
Torismond. The next morn they lay long in bed, as wearied with the
toil of unaccustomed travel; but as soon as they got up, Aliena
resolved there to set up her rest,[1] and by the help of Corydon
swept[2] a bargain with his landslord, and so became mistress of the
farm and the flock, herself putting on the attire of a shepherdess,
and Ganymede of a young swain: every day leading forth her flocks,
with such delight, that she held her exile happy, and thought no
content to the bliss of a country cottage. Leaving her thus famous
amongst the shepherds of Arden, again to Saladyne.
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