3 And at their feet herself most humbly felled, 4 Crying with piteous voice, and countenance wan: 5 "Ah wellaway, most noble lords, how can

wellaway > alas!

6 Your cruel eyes endure so piteous sight,

sight >

7 To shed your lives on ground? Woe worth the man

worth > betide

8 That first did teach the cursed steel to bite 9 In his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit.

his own > [human]

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If euer loue of Ladie did empierce
2 Your yron brestes, or pittie could find place,
Withhold your bloudie hands from battell fierce,
4 And sith for me ye fight, to me this grace
Both yeeld, to stay your deadly strife a space.
6 They stayd a while: and forth she gan proceed:
Most wretched woman, and of wicked race,
8 That am the author of this hainous deed,
And cause of death betweene two doughtie knights doe breed.