When fell reuenge, with bloudy foule pretence
Had showde her selfe, as next in order set,
With trembling lims wee softly parted thence,
Till in our eyes another sight wee met:
When fro my heart a sigh forthwith I fet,
Rewing, alas, vpon the woefull plight
Of Misery, that next appeard in sight.
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His face was leane, and somedeale pynde away
And eke his hands consumed to the bone,