So he my loue away with him hath borne,
And left me here, both his and mine owne loue to morne.
Aread (sayd he) which way then did he make? xix
And by what markes may he be knowne againe?
To hope (quoth he) him soone to ouertake,
That hence so long departed, is but vaine:
But yet he pricked ouer yonder plaine,
And as I marked, bore vpon his shield,
By which it’s easie him to know againe,
A broken sword within a bloodie field;