"
She had no sooner spake this word, but Montanus threw away his garland
of willow, his bottle, where was painted despair, and cast his sonnets
in the fire, showing himself as frolic as Paris when he handselled[1]
his love with Helena. At this Gerismond and the rest smiled, and
concluded that Montanus and Phoebe should keep their wedding with the
two brethren. Aliena seeing Saladyne stand in a dump,[2] to wake him
from his dream began thus:
[Footnote 1: began.]
[Footnote 2: revery.]
"Why how now, my Saladyne, all amort?[1] what melancholy, man, at the
day of marriage? Perchance thou art sorrowful to think on thy
brother's high fortunes, and thine own base desires to choose so mean
a shepherdess. Cheer up thy heart, man; for this day thou shalt be
married to the daughter of a king; for know, Saladyne, I am not
Aliena, but Alinda, the daughter of thy mortal enemy Torismond."
[Footnote 1: dead.]
At this all the company was amazed, especially Gerismond, who rising
up, took Alinda in his arms, and said to Rosalynde: "Is this that fair
Alinda famous for so many virtues, that forsook her father's court to
live with thee exiled in the country?"
"The same," quoth Rosalynde.
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