And being angrie at her beauteous change, 5
She will not have one of those pearled starres
To blab her sable metamorphesis:[1827]
Tis very darke. I did appoint my sister
To meete me at the cunny berrie below,
And Francis too; but neither can I see. 10
Belike my mother hapned on that place,
And fraide them from it, and they both are now
Wandring about the[1828] fields: how shall I finde them?
It is so darke, I scarce can see my hand: