But most for pitty of his dearest Dame,
Whom now in deadly daunger he did see;
Yet had no meanes to comfort, nor procure her glee.
But all in vaine; for why, no remedy xliv
He saw, the present mischiefe to redresse,
But th’vtmost end perforce for to aby,
Which that nights fortune would for him addresse.
So downe he tooke his Lady in distresse,
And layd her vnderneath a bush to sleepe,
Couer’d with cold, and wrapt in wretchednesse,