Ch. ’Tis hers—’tis true—we see.
Deid. Misery, misery! help who can.
Ch. I have no help to give.—
I have no word to say.1320
Deid. Gods! do I live
To see this woe? The man
Like some wild beast hath dragged her body away,
And left her robe. Ah, see the gift she spurned,
My ruby jewel to my hand returned;
When forcing my accord