¶The great sorrow that the knight of the Sunne receiued in thinking of his owne disloyaltie, and that which happened vnto him. Cap. 4.
THE Knight of the Sunne with great furie and hast, wandred through the Forrests of Greece, as it hath ben alreadie declared vn∣to you, kindling the aire with fire, with that burning cholar wherin he was wrapped, vn∣happie had he bene, which at that time durst haue vndertaken to haue resisted his purpose, for while hée was in this moode, there had bene no roeke so harde, but hée would haue torne in péeces, nor no hill so stéepe, but he would haue pulled downe. In this sort he went all the daie not fin∣ding anie print of that he sought for. The darke night did ouertake him in the thickest of the Forrest, whereby he was enforced to a light and ease his horse, who fed vpon ye gréene grasse, and he leaned himselfe vnder a high Pine trée, the place being so solitarie, it was a meane to drawe him in minde of many things which had alreadie happened vnto him, and spe∣cially it renewed the fresh assaultes of that loue which pas∣sed betweene him and the Princesse Lyndabrides musing with himselfe what should mooue him so vnkindly to forget her, and in comparing the beautie of the Princesse Lynda∣brides with his beloued wife, he found the Empresse did farre exceede her, and heerevpon the knightes good will beganne to kindle, and was inwardlye gladde of his owne choice, but this affection was soone extinguished, so firmely setteled was that good will bée bare vnto the Barbarian Ladie. The im∣pression whereof was so déepe, that hée altogether forgot the auncient loue that he had borne vnto his beloued Empresse, wherevppon with sorrowing sighes he sounded foorth his griefe, and with brinish teares hée saide.
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