“Flye, flye, (quoth hee) thy stepdame[310] seekes for thee,
My woefull childe: what flight maist thou to take,
My Sabrine poore, I must thee needes forsake.
5.
“See here mine end, behold thy father’s fall,
Fly hence, thy stepdame seekes thy staylesse life:[311]
Thy mother eke or[312] this is wrapt in thrall,
You cannot scape of gelous griefe her knife,[313]
Farewell my childe, mine Elstride and my wife,
Adew (quoth hee) I may no longer byde:”