Percing[465] his hart with pities point did thrill;
That after him[466] he ran with zealous haste,
To rescue th’infant, ere he did him kill:
Whom though he saw now somewhat ouerpast,
Yet by the cry he follow’d, and pursewed fast.
Well then him chaunst his heauy armes to want, xix
Whose burden mote empeach his needfull speed,
And hinder him from libertie to pant:
For hauing long time, as his daily weed,
Them wont to weare, and wend on foot for need,