For if he liue, that hath you doen despight,[451]
He shall you doe due recompence againe,
Or else his wrong with greater puissance maintaine.
Which when she heard, as in despightfull wise, xv
She wilfully her sorrow did augment,
And offred hope of comfort did despise:
Her golden lockes most cruelly she rent,
And scratcht her face with ghastly dreriment,
Ne would she speake, ne see, ne yet be seene,
But hid her visage, and her head downe bent,