(The robe) that had no issue for his head;
Which, whilst he vainly hoped to haue found,
Ægistus pierst him with a mortal wound.
Oh how the Troyan Damzell was amazed
To see so fell and bloudy a Tragedie,
Performed in one Act; she naught but gazed,
Vpon the picture; whom shee dead did see,
Before her face: whose body she emballms,
With brennish teares, and sudden deadly qualms.
Faine would she haue fled backe on her swift horse