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www.TaleBooks.comOr kept in bands, or from their loves exyled,Or by some other violence despoyled:Which when as Cupid heard, he wexed wroth;And doubting to be wronged or beguyled,He bad his eyes to be unblindfold both,That he might see his men, and muster them by oth.XXXIV. Then found he many missing of his crew,Which wont doe suit and service to his might,Of whom what was becomen no man knew.Therefore a Jurie was impaneld streightT' enquire of them, whether by force, or sleight,Or their owne guilt, they were away convayd?To whom foule Infamie and fell DespightGave evidence, that they were all betraydAnd murdred cruelly by a rebellious Mayd.XXXV. Fayre Mirabella was her name, wherebyOf all those crymes she there indited was:All which when Cupid heard, he by and by,In great displeasure wild a CapiasShould issue forth t' attach that scornefull lasse,The warrant straight was made, and therewithallA Baylieffe-errant forth in post did passe,Whom they by name their Portamore did call;He which doth summon lovers to loves judgement hall.XXXVI. The damzell was attacht, and shortly broughtUnto the barre whereas she was arrayned;But she thereto nould plead, nor answere ought,Even for stubborne pride which her restrayned.So judgement past, as is by law ordaynedIn cases like; which when at last she saw,Her stubborne hart, which love before disdayned,Gan stoupe; and, falling downe with humble awe,Cryde mercie, to abate the extremitie of law.XXXVII. The sonne of Venus, who is myld by kyndBut where he is provokt with peevishnesse,Unto her prayers piteously enclynd,And did the rigour of his doome represse;Yet not so freely, but that nathelesseHe unto her a penance did impose,Which was, that through this worlds wyde wildernesShe wander should in companie of those,Till she had sav'd so many loves as she did lose.XXXVIII. So now she had bene wandring two whole yearesThroughout the world in this uncomely case,Wasting her goodly hew in heavie teares,And her good dayes in dolorous disgrace:Yet had she not in all these two yeares spaceSaved but two; yet in two yeares before,Through her dispiteous pride, whilest love lackt place,Page 666 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser