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Till they into the Mulla's water slide :
those rocks into him rold, Did lose his name : so dear his love he bought." 155
Which having said, him Thestylis bespake; 16 Now by my life this was a merry lay, Worthy of Colin's self, that did it make; But read now eke, of friendship I thee pray, What ditty did that other shepherd sing; 160 For I do covet most the same to bear, As men use most to covet foreign thing.' " That shall I eke," quoth he, His song was a lamentable lay Of great unkindness, and of usage hard 165 Of Cynthia, the lady of the sea, Which from her presence faultless him debarr'd; And ever and anon, with singults rife, He cried out, to make his 'undersong, “Ah ! my loves queen, and goddess of my life, 170 Who shall me pity,'when thou'doest me wrong?" Volume VI.
to you declare.
Then 'gan a gentle bonny lass to speak,
“ When thus our pipes we both had wearied well," Quoth he,“ and each an end of singing made, He 'gan to cast great liking to my lore, 180 And great disliking to my luckless lot, That banish'd had my self like wight forelore, Into that waste, where I was quite forgot ; The which to leave thenceforth he counseld me, Unmeet for man in whom was ought regardful, 185 And wend with him, his Cynthia to see, Whose gracę was great, and bounty most rewardful, Besides her peerless skill in making well, And all the ornaments of wondrous wit, Such as all womankind did far excell,
190 Such as the world admir'd, and praised it : So what with hope of good, and hate of ill, He me persuaded forth with him to fare : Nought took ļ with me but miñe qaten quill, Small needments else need shepherds to prepare : 195 So to the sea we came; the sea, that is, A world of waters heaped up on high, Rolling like mountains in wild wilderness, Horrible, hideous, roaring with hoarse cry."
"And is the sea," quoth Coridon," so fearful?" ** Fearful much more," quoth hey “than heart can
would live with heart half stony cold,
Then heartless quite, and full of inward fear,
If then, quoth I, a shepherdess she be,
keep? And where may I the hills and pastures see, On which she useth for to feed her sheep? These be the hills, quoth he, the surges high, 240 On which fair Cynthia her herds doth feed; Her herds be thousand fishes with their fry, Which in the bosom of the billows breed : Of them the shepherd which has charge in chief Is Triton, blowing loud his wreathed horn, At sound whereof they all for their relief Wend to and fro at evening and at morn. And Proteus, eke with him does drive his heard Of stinking seales and porcpisces together, With hoary head and dewy dropping beard 250 Compelling them which way he list, and whither ; And I, among the rest of Have in the ocean charge to me assign'd, Where I will live or die at her beheast, And serve and honour her with faithful mind. 255
Besides, an hundred nymphs, all heavenly born,
besides a thousand more at land;