hoe wrings you, measuring now the pains of Montanus by
your own passions."

"Truth," quoth Phoebe, "and so deeply I repent me of my frowardness
toward the shepherd, that could I cease to love Ganymede, I would
resolve to like Montanus."

"What, if I can with reason persuade Phoebe to mislike of Ganymede,
will she then favor Montanus?"

"When reason," quoth she, "doth quench that love I owe to thee, then
will I fancy him; conditionally, that if my love can be suppressed
with no reason, as being without reason Ganymede will only wed himself
to Phoebe."

"I grant it, fair shepherdess," quoth he; "and to feed thee with the
sweetness of hope, this resolve on: I will never marry myself to woman
but unto thyself."

And with that Ganymede gave Phoebe a fruitless kiss, and such words of
comfort, that before Ganymede departed she arose out of her bed, and
made him and Montanus such cheer, as could be found in such a country
cottage; Ganymede in the midst of their banquet rehearsing the
promises of either in Montanus' favor, which highly pleased the
shepherd. Thus, all three content, and soothed up in hope, Ganymede
took his leave of his Phoebe and departed, leaving her a contented
woman, and Montanus highly pleased. But poor Ganymede, who had her
thoughts on her Rosader, when she called to remembrance his wounds,
filled her eyes full of tears, and her heart full of sorrows, plodded
to find Aliena at the folds, thinking with her presence to drive away
her passions. As she came on the plains she might espy where Rosader
and Saladyne sate with Aliena under the shade; which sight was a salve
to her grief, and such a cordial unto her heart, that she tripped
alongst the lawns full of joy.

At last Corydon, who was with them, spied Ganymede, and with that the
clown rose, and, running to meet him, cried:

"O sirrah, a match, a match! our mistress shall be married on Sunday."

Thus the poor peasant frolicked it before Ganymede, who coming to the
crew saluted them all, and especially Rosader, saying that he was glad
to see him so well recovered of his wounds.

"I had not gone abroad so soon," quoth Rosader, "but that I am bidden
to a marriage, which, on Sunday next, must be solemnized between my
brother and Aliena. I see well where love leads delay is loathsome,
and that small wooing serves where both the parties are willing."

"Truth," quoth Ganymede; "but a happy day should it be, if Rosader
that day might be married to Rosa