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[ 10] THE SECOND BOOKE OF THE COVNTESSE OF PEMBROKES ARCADIA. (Book 2)
[ 15]IN these pastorall pastimes a great number of daies were sent to follow their flying pre∣decessours, while the cup of poison (which was deepely tasted of this noble companie) had left no [ 20] sinewe of theirs without mortally searching into it; yet neuer manifesting his venomous work, til once, that the night (parting away angry, that she could di¦still no more sleepe into the eies of louers) had no [ 25] sooner giuen place to the breaking out of the mor∣ning light, and the Sunne bestowed his beames vp∣on the tops of the mountaines, but that the woefull Gynecia (to whom rest was no ease) had left her loathed lodging, and gotten her selfe into the solitary places those deserts were full of, going vp and downe with such [ 30] vnquiet motions, as a grieued and hopeles minde is wont to bring forth. There ap∣peered vnto the eies of her iudgement the euils she was like to run into, with ougly infamie waiting vpon them: shee felt the terrors of her owne conscience: shee was guilty of a long exercised vertue, which made this vice the fuller of deformitie. The vttermost of the good she could aspire vnto, was a mortal woūd to her vexed spirits: [ 35] and lastly no small part of her euils was, that she was wise to see her euils. In so much, that hauing a great while throwne her countenaunce ghastly about her (as if shee had called all the powers of the world to be witnesse of her wretched estate) at length casting vp her watrie eyes to heauē, O Sunne (said she) whose vnspotted light directs the steps of mortall mankind, art thou not ashamed to impart the clearnesse of thy [ 40] presence to such a dust-creeping worme as I am? O you heauens (which continu∣ally keepe the course allotted vnto you) can none of your influences preuaile so much vpon the miserable Gynecia, as to make her preserue a course so long imbra∣ced by her? O deserts, deserts, how fita guest am I for you, since my hart can peo∣ple you with wild rauenous beastes, which in you are wanting? O Vertue, where [ 45] doost thou hide thy selfe? What hideous thinge is this which doeth Eclips thee? Or is it true that thou weart neuer but a vaine name, and no essentiall thing, which hast thus left thy professed seruant, when she had most need of thy louely presence?