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"For justice," quoth he, "I appeal to Gerismond."
"And to his censure will I stand," quoth Phoebe.
"And in your victory," quoth Montanus, "stands the hazard of my
fortunes; for if Ganymede go away with conquest, Montanus is in
conceit love's monarch; if Phoebe win, then am I in effect most
miserable."
"We will see this controversy," quoth Gerismond, "and then we will to
church. Therefore, Ganymede, let us hear your argument."
"Nay, pardon my absence a while," quoth she, "and you shall see one in
store."
In went Ganymede and dressed herself in woman's attire, having on a
gown of green, with kirtle of rich sendal,[1] so quaint, that she
seemed Diana triumphing in the forest; upon her head she wore a
chaplet of roses, which gave her such a grace that she looked like
Flora perked in the pride of all her flowers. Thus attired came
Rosalynde in, and presented herself at her father's feet, with her
eyes full of tears, craving his blessing, and discoursing unto him all
her fortunes, how she was banished by Torismond, and how ever since
she lived in that country disguised.
[Footnote 1: a thin silk.
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