Waiting to gain the Queen, who still was prone
Along the couch where haply she had thrown,
At knowledge of the end, her stricken frame.
With visage pale as in a mortal swound
She stayed, nor slept, nor wept, till, weeping, came
The crown-prince and besought her to look round
And speak unto her children. Then she said:
“Hereto no grief has fallen on our head;
“Now all our earthly portion in one mass
Is loosed against us with this single stroke!