Alas! And would you take the letter of her?
3.4.21557Might you not know she would do, as she has done,
3.4.31558By sending me a letter? Read it again.
[He reads the] letter.
I am St Jaques' pilgrim, thither gone.
3.4.51561Ambitious love hath so in me offended
3.4.61562That bare-foot plod I the cold ground upon
3.4.71563With sainted vow my faults to have amended.
3.4.81564Write, write, that from the bloody course of war
3.4.91565My dearest master, your dear son, may hie.
3.4.101566Bless him at home in peace. Whilst I from far
3.4.141570From courtly friends with camping foes to live,
3.4.151571Where death and danger dogs the heels of worth.
3.4.161572He is too good and fair for death and me,
Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words?
3.4.191575Rinaldo, you did never lack advice so much
3.4.201576As letting her pass so. Had I spoke with her,
Which thus she hath prevented. Pardon me, madam.
3.4.241581She might have been o'erta'en. And yet she writes
Pursuit would be but vain. What angel shall
3.4.261584Bless this unworthy husband? He cannot thrive
3.4.271585Unless her prayers, whom heaven delights to hear
3.4.281586And loves to grant, reprieve him from the wrath
3.4.291587Of greatest justice. Write, write, Rinaldo,
3.4.321590That he does weigh too light. My greatest grief,
3.4.331591Though little he do feel it, set down sharply.
3.4.351593When haply he shall hear that she is gone,
3.4.361594He will return, and hope I may that she,
3.4.371595Hearing so much, will speed her foot again,
3.4.381596Led hither by pure love. Which of them both
3.4.391597Is dearest to me, I have no skill in sense
3.4.401598To make distinction. Provide this messenger.
3.4.411599My heart is heavy, and mine age is weak;
3.4.421600Grief would have tears, and sorrow bids me speak.