Waving the sword, I feared
To see a mortal stroke—
He hath fled into the wood—
Had he no sword too, did none spy,1310
Beneath his ragged cloke?
Deid. Alas, alas!
Ch.What hast thou found?
Deid. Woe, woe! alas, alas!
Pyrrha’s robe torn, and trampled on the ground.
See! see! O misery!