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So that] 5 Nor of his safety seemed care he kept, seemed > [it seemed] 6 But with his raging arms he rudely flashed rudely > violently, clumsily flashed > splashed 7 The waves about, and all his armour swept, 8 That all the blood and filth away was washed, That > [So that] 9 Yet still he beat the water, and the billows dashed. still > still, yet; continually 206.43 _Atin_ drew nigh, to weet what it mote bee; 2 For much he wondred at that vncouth sight; Whom should he, but his owne deare Lord, there see, 4 His owne deare Lord _Pyrochles_, in sad plight, Readie to drowne himselfe for fell despight. 6 Harrow now out, and well away, he cryde, What dismall day hath lent +this+ cursed light, 8 To see my Lord so deadly +damnifyde?+ _Pyrochles_, {o^} _Pyrochles_, what is thee betyde? 7 this > but this his _1590_ 8 damnifyde? > damnifyde _1590, 1596_ 1 Atin drew nigh, to weet what it might be; weet > learn, perceive it > [the matter] 2 For much he wondered at that uncouth sight; wondered > marvelled uncouth > bizarre, unseemly 3 Whom should he, but his own dear lord, there see, 4 His own dear lord Pyrochles, in sad plight, 5 Ready to drown himself for fell despite. fell > terrible despite > rage; defiance 6 "Harrow now out, and wellaway!" he cried. Harrow > {A cry of distress or alarm, or for help} wellaway > alas! he > [Atin] 7 "What dismal day has lent this cursed light, 8 To see my lord so deadly damnified? deadly > mortally damnified > brought to destruction; injured 9 Pyrochles, O Pyrochles, what is you betide?" is you betide > has befallen you 206.44 I burne, I burne, I burne, then loud he cryde, 2 O how I burne with implacable fire, Yet nought can quench mine inly flaming syde, 4 Nor sea of licour cold, nor lake of mire, Nothing but death can doe me to respire. 6 Ah be it (said he) from _Pyrochles_ farre After pursewing death once to require, 8 Or think, that ought those puissant hands may marre: Death is for wretches borne vnder vnhappie starre. 1 "I burn, I burn, I burn," then loud he cried, 2 "O how I burn with implacable fire, implacable > {That which cannot be assuaged; inexorable} 3 Yet naught can quench my inly flaming side, inly > inwardly side > {Trunk, torso, body} 4 Nor sea of liquor cold, nor lake of mire, Nor > N
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