Behind the bushes, where she her did hyde,
To weet what mortall hand, or heauens grace
Would for the wretched infants helpe prouyde,
For which it loudly cald, and pittifully cryde.
At length a Shepheard, which there by did keepe ix
His fleecie flocke vpon the playnes around,
Led with the infants cry, that loud did weepe,
Came to the place, where when he wrapped found
Th’abandond spoyle, he softly it vnbound;
And seeing there, that did him pittie sore,