"
"I am glad," quoth Ganymede, "you look into your own faults, and see
where your shoe wrings you, measuring now the pains of Montanus by
your own passions."
"Truth," quoth Phoebe, "and so deeply I repent me of my frowardness
toward the shepherd, that could I cease to love Ganymede, I would
resolve to like Montanus."
"What, if I can with reason persuade Phoebe to mislike of Ganymede,
will she then favor Montanus?"
"When reason," quoth she, "doth quench that love I owe to thee, then
will I fancy him; conditionally, that if my love can be suppressed
with no reason, as being without reason Ganymede will only wed himself
to Phoebe."
"I grant it, fair shepherdess," quoth he; "and to feed thee with the
sweetness of hope, this resolve on: I will never marry myself to woman
but unto thyself."
And with that Ganymede gave Phoebe a fruitless kiss, and such words of
comfort, that before Ganymede departed she arose out of her bed, and
made him and Montanus such cheer, as could be found in such a country
cottage; Ganymede in the midst of their banquet rehearsing the
promises of either in Montanus' favor, which highly pleased the
shepherd.
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