Among the rushes that were so browne,
Where you might had your will of me,
But you had not the face to lay me downe.’
10.
10.1,2 See First Series, Introduction, p. xlix.
He pulled out his nut-browne sword,
And wipt the rust off with his sleeve,
And said, ‘Jove’s curse come to his heart,
That any woman would beleeve!’
11.