Which she increased with her bleeding hart,
And the cleane waues with purple gore[469] did ray;
Als in her lap a louely[470] babe did play
His cruell sport, in stead of sorrow dew;
For in her streaming blood he did embay
His litle hands, and tender ioynts embrew;
Pitifull spectacle, as euer eye did view.
Besides them both, vpon the soiled gras xli
The dead corse of an armed knight was spred,
Whose armour all with bloud besprinckled was;