" [* Areade, explain.] Then sighing sore, "Daphne thou knew'st," quoth he; "She now is dead": no more endur'd to say, But fell to ground for great extremitie; 185 That I, beholding it, with deepe dismay Was much apald, and, lightly him uprearing, Revoked life, that would have fled away, All were my selfe through grief in deadly drearing*.

[* Drearing, sorrowing.]