But since that I shal die her slave;
Her slave, and eke her thrall:[390]
Write you, my frendes, upon my grave
This chaunce that is befall. 100
"Here lieth unhappy Harpalus
By cruell love now slaine:
Whom Phylida unjustly thus
Hath murdred with disdaine."
FOOTNOTES:
[380] First published in 1579.
[381] [together.]
[382] [regarded.]
[383] [cared more for field sports.]
[384] Ver. 33, &c. The corrections are from ed. 1574.
[385] [overwakeful.]
[386] [care.]