Before her birthday, three sad years ago,
That night of fire, when Edyrn sack’d their house,
And scatter’d all they had to all the winds: 635
For while the mother show’d it, and the two
Were turning and admiring it, the work
To both appear’d so costly, rose a cry
That Edyrn’s men were on them, and they fled
With little save the jewels they had on, 640
Which being sold and sold had bought them bread:
And Edyrn’s men had caught them in their flight,