9 Pyrochles, O Pyrochles, what is you betide?"
is you betide > has befallen you
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I burne, I burne, I burne, then loud he cryde,
2 O how I burne with implacable fire,
Yet nought can quench mine inly flaming syde,
4 Nor sea of licour cold, nor lake of mire,
Nothing but death can doe me to respire.
6 Ah be it (said he) from Pyrochles farre
After pursewing death once to require,
8 Or think, that ought those puissant hands may marre:
Death is for wretches borne vnder vnhappie starre.
1 "I burn, I burn, I burn," then loud he cried, 2 "O how I burn with implacable fire,
implacable > {That which cannot be assuaged; inexorable}
3 Yet naught can quench my inly flaming side,
inly > inwardly side > {Trunk, torso, body}
4 Nor sea of liquor cold, nor lake of mire,
Nor > Neither liquor > liquid