He yaf an issue large, and 'deeth!' he cryde;
And in his throwes frenetyk and madde
He cursed Iove, Appollo, and eek Cupyde,
He cursed Ceres, Bacus, and [Cipryde],
His burthe, him-self, his fate, and eek nature,
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And, save his lady, every creature.
31. To bedde he goth, and weyleth there and torneth
In [furie], as dooth he, Ixion, in helle;
And in this wyse he neigh til day soiorneth.