Dismembred had his head and corps aparte,
Dead fell hee downe: and wee in woefull feare
Stoode mazed when hee would to lyfe reuert:
But deadly griefs still grew about his hart,
That still hee lay, sometime reuiude with payne,
And with a sigh becomming dead agayne.
79.
Midnight was come, when euery[1633] vitall thing
With sweete sound sleepe, their weary lyms did rest,
The beasts were still, the little byrds that sing,