Then all disarm’d he thus againe did say:
My Queene, my heart, the grief that now I feele,
Is not that I your eies, my Sunne, do loose,
For soone againe one Tombe shal vs conioyne:
I grieue, whom men so valorouse did deeme,
Should now, then you, of lesser valor seeme.
So said, forthwith he Eros to him call’d,
Eros his man; summond him on his faith
To kill him at his nede. He tooke the sworde,
And at that instant stab’d therwith his breast,