" And this Montanus pronounced
with such an assured countenance, that it amazed both Aliena and
Ganymede to see the resolution of his loves; so that they pitied his
passions and commended his patience, devising how they might by any
subtlety get Montanus the favor of Phoebe. Straight (as women's heads
are full of wiles) Ganymede had a fetch[1] to force Phoebe to fancy
the shepherd, malgrado[2] the resolution of her mind: he prosecuted
his policy thus:
[Footnote 1: device.]
[Footnote 2: in spite of.]
"Montanus," quoth he, "seeing Phoebe is so forlorn, lest I might be
counted unkind in not salving so fair a creature, I will go with thee
to Phoebe, and there hear herself in word utter that which she hath
discoursed with her pen; and then, as love wills me, I will set down
my censure.[1] I will home by our house, and send Corydon to accompany
Aliena."
[Footnote 1: decision.]
Montanus seemed glad of this determination and away they go towards
the house of Phoebe.
When they drew nigh to the cottage, Montanus ran before, and went in
and told Phoebe that Ganymede was at the door. This word "Ganymede,"
sounding in the ears of Phoebe, drave her into such an ecstasy for
joy, that rising up in her bed, she was half revived, and her wan
color began to wax red; and with that came Ganymede in, who saluted
Phoebe with such a courteous look, that it was half a salve to her
sorrows.
Pages:
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208