And compassing the wide world round about
To seeke our sister, to[1045] seeke faire Delya forth,
Yet cannot we so much as heare of hir.
2 Brother. O fortune cruell, cruell & unkind,
Unkind in that we cannot find our sister; 125
Our sister haples in hir cruell chance!
Soft, who have we here?
Enter Senex at the Crosse, stooping to gather.
1 Brother. Now, father, God be your speed,
What doo you gather there?