The cold pale dread my limmes gan ouergo,
And I so sorrowed at her sorrowes eft,
That, what with griefe, and feare, my wits were reft.
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I stretcht my selfe, and strayt my hart reuiues,
That dread and dolour erst did so appale,
Like him that with the feruent feuer striues,
When sicknesse seekes his castell[1507] health to skale:
With gathred sprites[1508] so forst I feare to auale:[1509]
And, rearing her, with anguish all foredone,