These eyes did see that knight both liuing and eke ded.
That cruell word her tender hart so thrild, xxxvii
That suddein cold did runne[221] through euery vaine,
And stony horrour all her sences fild
With dying fit, that downe she fell for paine.
The knight her lightly reared vp againe,
And comforted with curteous kind reliefe:
Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine
The further processe of her hidden griefe;
The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur’d the chiefe.