And faints for succour.
Cor.
070 Fair sir, I pity her
And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
[073] But I am shepherd to another man
And do not shear the fleeces that I graze:
075 My master is of churlish disposition
[076] And little recks to find the way to heaven
By doing deeds of hospitality: