Which issued from my other angel husband
[70] And that dead saint which then I weeping follow’d;
O, when, I say, I look’d on Richard’s face,
This was my wish: ‘Be thou,’ quoth I, ‘accursed,
For making me, so young, so old a widow!
And, when thou wed’st, let sorrow haunt thy bed;
[75] And be thy wife—if any be so mad—
[♦] As miserable by the life of thee
As thou hast made me by my dear lord’s death!’
[♦] Lo, ere I can repeat this curse again,