(50)
[Right as a swerd hit stingeth to myn herte]
1730
Whan I think on the sege or of that place;
God save my lord, I preye him for his grace:'—
[And ther-with-al ful tenderly she weep,]
And of her werk she took no more keep,
But mekely she leet her eyen falle;
1735
And thilke semblant sat her wel with-alle.