Ganymede, who then meant to
discover herself before her father, had made her a gown of green, and
a kirtle of the finest sendal,[1] in such sort that she seemed some
heavenly nymph harbored in country attire.
[Footnote 1: a thin silk.]
Saladyne was not behind in care to set out the nuptials, nor Rosader
unmindful to bid guests, who invited Gerismond and all his followers
to the feast, who willingly granted, so that there was nothing but the
day wanting to this marriage.
In the meanwhile, Phoebe being a bidden guest made herself as gorgeous
as might be to please the eye of Ganymede; and Montanus suited
himself with the cost of many of his flocks to be gallant against the
day, for then was Ganymede to give Phoebe an answer of her loves, and
Montanus either to hear the doom of his misery, or the censure of his
happiness. But while this gear was a-brewing, Phoebe passed not one
day without visiting her Ganymede, so far was she wrapped in the
beauties of this lovely swain. Much prattle they had, and the
discourse of many passions, Phoebe wishing for the day, as she
thought, of her welfare, and Ganymede smiling to think what unexpected
events would fall out at the wedding.
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