1590VVhich when her
sad beholding husband
saw,
¶Amazedlie in her
sad face he
stares:
¶Her eyes though
sod in tears look'd red and raw,
¶Her liuelie colour kil'd with deadlie cares,
¶He hath no power to aske her how
shee fares,
1595_Both
stood like old acquaintance in a trance,
¶_Met far from home, wondring ech others chance.
¶At la
st he takes her by the bloudle
sse hand,
¶And thus begins: what vncouth ill euent
¶Hath thee befalne, that thou do
st trembling
stand?
1600Sweet loue what
spite hath thy faire colour
spent?
¶VVhy art thou thus attir'd in di
scontent?
¶_Vnmaske deare deare, this moodie heauine
sse,
¶_And tell thy griefe, that we may giue redre
sse.
¶Three times with
sighes
shee giues her
sorrow fire,
1605Ere once
shee can di
scharge one word of woe:
¶At length addre
st to an
swer his de
sire,
¶Shee mode
stlie prepares, to let them know
¶Her Honor is tane pri
soner by the Foe,
¶_VVhile
COLATINE and his con
sorted Lords,
1610_VVith
sad attention long to heare her words.