76451Once more the rubi-colourd portall opend,

452Which to his speech did honie passage yeeld,

453Like a red morne that euer yet betokend,

454_Wracke to the sea-man, tempest to thefield:

455 Sorrow to shepherds, wo vnto the birds,

456 Gusts, and foule flawes, to heardmen, & to herds.

77457This ill presage aduisedly she marketh,

458Euen as the wind is husht before it raineth:

459Or as the wolfe doth grin before he barketh:

460Or as the berrie breakes before it staineth:

461 Or like the deadly bullet of a gun:

462 His meaning strucke her ere his words begun.

78463And at his looke she flatly falleth downe,

464For lookes kill loue, and loue by lookes reuiueth,

465A smile recures the wounding of a frowne,

466But blessed bankrout that by loue so thriueth.

467 The sillie boy beleeuing she is dead,

468 Claps her pale cheeke, till clapping makes it red.

79469And all amaz'd, brake off his late intent,

470For sharply he did thinke to reprehend her,

471Which cunning loue did wittily preuent,

472Faire-fall the wit that can so well defend her:

473 For on the grasse she lyes as she were slaine,

474 Till his breath breatheth life in her againe.

80475He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheekes,

476He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,

477He chafes her lips, a thousand wayes he seekes,

478To mend the hurt, that his vnkindnesse mard,

He kisses her, and she by her good will,

479 Will neuer rise, so he will kisse her still.