36246Thus gracelesse holds he disputation,

247Tweene frozen conscience and hot burning will,

248And with good thoughts makes dispensation,

249Vrging the worser sence for vantage still.

250Which in a moment doth confound and kill

251 All pure effects, and doth so farre proceede,

252 That what is vile, shewes like a vertuous deede.

37253Quoth he, shee tooke me kindlie by the hand,

254And gaz'd for tidings in my eager eyes,

255Fearing some hard newes from the warlike band,

256Where her beloued COLATINVS lies.

257O how her feare did make her colour rise!

258 First red as Roses that on Lawne we laie,

259 Then white as Lawne the Roses tooke awaie.

38260And how her hand in my hand being lockt,

261Forst it to tremble with her loyall feare:

262Which strooke her sad, and then it faster rockt,

263Vntill her husbands welfare shee did heare.

264Whereat shee smiled with so sweete a cheare,

265 That had NARCISSVS seene her as shee stood,

266 Selfe-loue had neuer drown'd him in the flood.