f her exile,
than to part fellowship; whereupon the unnatural king banished them
both: "and now they are wandered none knows whither, neither could any
learn since their departure, the place of their abode." This news
drave the king into a great melancholy, that presently he arose from
all the company, and went into his privy chamber, so secret as the
harbor of the woods would allow him. The company was all dashed at
these tidings, and Rosader and Adam Spencer, having such opportunity,
went to take their rest. Where we leave them, and return again to
Torismond.

The flight of Rosader came to the ears of Torismond, who hearing that
Saladyne was sole heir of the lands of Sir John of Bordeaux, desirous
to possess such fair revenues, found just occasion to quarrel with
Saladyne about the wrongs he proffered to his brother: and therefore,
dispatching a herehault,[1] he sent for Saladyne in all post-haste.
Who marvelling what the matter should be, began to examine his own
conscience, wherein he had offended his highness; but emboldened with
his innocence, he boldly went with the herehault unto the court;
where, as soon as he came, he was not admitted into the presence of
the king, but presently sent to prison. This greatly amazed Saladyne,
chiefly in that the jailer had a straight charge over him, to see that
he should be close prisoner. Many passionate thoughts came in his
head, till at last he began to fall into consideration of his former
follies, and to meditate with himself. Leaning his head on his hand,
and his elbow on his knee, full of sorrow, grief and disquieted
passions, he resolved into these terms:

[Footnote 1: herald.]

SALADYNE'S COMPLAINT

"Unhappy Saladyne! whom folly hath led to these misfortunes, and
wanton desires wrapped within the labyrinth of these calamities! Are
not the heavens doomers of men's deeds; and holds not God a balance in
his fist, to reward with favor, and revenge with justice? O Saladyne,
the faults of thy youth, as they were fond, so were they foul, and not
only discovering little nurture, but blemishing the excellence of
nature. Whelps of one litter are ever most loving, and brothers that
are sons of one father should live in friendship without jar. O
Saladyne, so it should be; but thou hast with the deer fed against the
wind, with the crab strove against the stream, and sought to pervert
nature by unkindness. Rosader's wrongs, the wrongs of Rosader,
Saladyne, cries for revenge; h