If I be
melancholy, then, Ganymede, 'tis not a consequence that I am entangled
with the perfection of Saladyne. But seeing fire cannot be hid in the
straw, nor love kept so covert but it will be spied, what[1] should
friends conceal fancies? Know, my Ganymede, the beauty and valor, the
wit and prowess of Saladyne hath fettered Aliena so far, as there is
no object pleasing to her eyes but the sight of Saladyne; and if Love
have done me justice to wrap his thoughts in the folds of my face, and
that he be as deeply enamored as I am passionate, I tell thee,
Ganymede, there shall not be much wooing, for she is already won, and
what needs a longer battery."
[Footnote 1: why.]
"I am glad," quoth Ganymede, "that it shall be thus proportioned, you
to match with Saladyne, and I with Rosader: thus have the Destinies
favored us with some pleasing aspect, that have made us as private in
our loves, as familiar in our fortunes."
With this Ganymede start up, made her ready, and went into the fields
with Aliena, where unfolding their flocks, they sate them down under
an olive tree, both of them amorous, and yet diversely affected;
Aliena joying in the excellence of Saladyne, and Ganymede sorrowing
for the wounds of her Rosader, not quiet in thought till she might
hear of his health.
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