That the dim eyes of my deare Marinell
I mote haue closed, and him bed[951] farewell,
Sith other offices for mother meet
They would not graunt.
Yet maulgre them farewell, my sweetest sweet;
Farewell my sweetest sonne, sith we no more shall meet[952].
Thus when they all had sorrowed their fill, xl
They softly gan to search his griesly wound:
And that they might him handle more at will,
They him disarm’d, and spredding on the ground