"
At this word Rosader sighed so deeply, as though his heart would have
burst.
"And what's the matter," quoth Gerismond, "that you quite me with such
a sigh?"
"Pardon me, sir," quoth Rosader, "because I love none but Rosalynde."
"And upon that condition," quoth Gerismond, "that Rosalynde were here,
I would this day make up a marriage betwixt her and thee."
At this Aliena turned her head and smiled upon Ganymede, and she could
scarce keep countenance. Yet she salved all with secrecy; and
Gerismond, to drive away his dumps, questioned with Ganymede, what the
reason was he regarded not Phoebe's love, seeing she was as fair as
the wanton that brought Troy to ruin. Ganymede mildly answered:
"If I should affect the fair Phoebe, I should offer poor Montanus
great wrong to win that from him in a moment, that he hath labored for
so many months. Yet have I promised to the beautiful shepherdess to
wed myself never to woman except unto her; but with this promise, that
if I can by reason suppress Phoebe's love towards me, she shall like
of none but of Montanus."
"To that," quoth Phoebe, "I stand; for my love is so far beyond
reason, as will admit no persuasion of reason.
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