165 Attracts the same for aidance ’gainst the enemy;
Which with the heart there cools and ne’er returneth
To blush and beautify the cheek again.
But see, his face is black and full of blood,
His eye-balls further out than when he lived,
170 Staring full ghastly like a strangled man;
[♦] His hair uprear’d, his nostrils stretch’d with struggling;
His hands abroad display’d, as one that grasp’d
And tugg’d for life and was by strength subdued:
[♦] Look, on the sheets his hair, you see, is sticking;