Whom think ye that ye have lost?
Deid.Pyrrha, my Pyrrha.
As late we all fled frighted by a man,
Who stole on us disguised, she stayed behind:
For when we were got safe, she was not with us.
So we returned to seek her; but alas!
Our fear is turned to terror. Lady, see!
This is her garment trampled on the ground.
Th. And so ye have found her. There was never more
Of her ye have callèd Pyrrha than that robe.