My heart feeleth unutterable pain
To look on one in such array.
Know ye her not? Who is the woman, I pray?
A BURGHER
I would fain see if I know her, without a doubt,
But there be such press of folk hereabout
That I may nowise come her to.
Follow me close, and ye shall see what I will do.
He is a fool says I am not stout to make them give ground.
See ye, sir, the poor lady lieth in a swound,