2281590Which when her sad beholding husband saw,

1591Amazedlie in her sad face he stares:

1592Her eyes though sod in tears look'd red and raw,

1593Her liuelie colour kil'd with deadlie cares,

1594He hath no power to aske her how shee fares,

1595 Both stood like old acquaintance in a trance,

1596 Met far from home, wondring ech others chance.

2291597At last he takes her by the bloudlesse hand,

1598And thus begins: what vncouth ill euent

1599Hath thee befalne, that thou dost trembling stand?

1600Sweet loue what spite hath thy faire colour spent?

1601Why art thou thus attir'd in discontent?

1602 Vnmaske deare deare, this moodie heauinesse,

1603 And tell thy griefe, that we may giue redresse.

2301604Three times with sighes shee giues her sorrow fire,

1605Ere once shee can discharge one word of woe:

1606At length addrest to answer his desire,

1607Shee modestlie prepares, to let them know

1608Her Honor is tane prisoner by the Foe,

1609 While COLATINE and his consorted Lords,

1610 With sad attention long to heare her words.