This shew being ended, and the Cornets, and other loud Mu∣sick ceasing, the U••ll••n•• and Renowned Knight Sir David, ta∣king a most beautiful Damsel by the hand, named Artesia, and Niece to the King of Sicily, by his Sister Redolentia, whose Husband was a Renowned Knight at Arms, and Master of the strong Castle of Angelo. This Noble Lady who had not her su∣periour for Beauty on the face of the Earth, most willingly gave her hand to Sir David, and so with as much portly Majesty as the God of War led the stately Venus, they danced a Galiard, which whilst they were doing, Sir Guy having a further oppor∣tunity to speak to the Goddess of his affections, accosted her in this manner.
Most Excellent Lady; Do not entertain a Heart more hard then Flint, which the tears of my true love cannot mollifie, nor think my affections to you to be like breath on Steel, soon on and soon off; No, I protest by all the Sacred Oaths of Religion, and by your self, that is, by all that is good, my Love shall be as durable and firm, as whatsoever is most permanent. Nor do not think be∣cause some have proved treacherous, and disloyal to their Loves, that once so unworthy a thought should ever enter into my Heart. No, although Aeneas proved false to Dido, yet will Guy be as true to his Urania, as ever was Pyramus to his beloved Thisbe, or Lean••er to Hero; what though Iason basely forsook his Me∣dea, by whose means he obtained the Golden Fleece, yet shall my Faith alwayes remain firm, and be as constant to thee as was Ulysses unto his Penclope.
The Princess hearing these asseverations, and being willing he should not be too much dejected, but that some beams of com∣fort should reflect on him, she told him, that time the Mother of Truth, would prove the reality of his affections, in the mean time that he should not despair, since being a Souldier he must needs know, that the strongest Castles by continual Batteries are forced to yield.
By this time the Night was so far spent, as summoned them all to go to their Beds, where no sooner they were laid, but Mor∣pheus the god of Sleep, closed up their eyes in Golden slumbers, Next morning no sooner did Aurora from the glowing East display her purple doors, and that Hiperion with his ruddy Kayes began to guild the Horizon with his Radious Beams, when the shrill noise of a Silver Trumpet sounding at the Court Gates, raised