That cruell word her tender hart so thrild,
2 That suddein cold did runne through euery vaine,
And stony horrour all her sences fild
4 With dying fit, that downe she fell for paine.
The knight her lightly reared vp againe,
6 And comforted with curteous kind reliefe:
Then wonne from death, she bad him tellen plaine
8 The further processe of her hidden griefe;
The lesser pangs can beare, who hath endur'd the chiefe.
1 That cruel word her tender heart so thrilled
thrilled > pierced
2 That sudden cold did run through every vein, 3 And stony horror all her senses filled 4 With dying fit, that down she fell for pain.
dying > deathly that > [so that]
5 The knight her lightly reared up again,
lightly > easily, quickly
6 And comforted with courteous kind relief; 7 Then, won from death, she bade him tell plain
him > [the pilgrim]
8 The further process of her hidden grief: