That long time had been fixed on his feete,
To looke no higher then his miserie,
Thinking him more calamitie did greete,
Or that I had supposed him some spye,
With a deepe sigh that from his heart he drew,
Quoth he: “His will accomplisht be by you.”
74.
My man departed, and the message done,
He whose sad heart with strange impressions strooke,
To thinke vpon this accident begun,