"How clippeth she the dede cors, allas!"
"And at the laste her love than hath she founde Beting with his heles on the grounde, Al blody, and therwithal abak she sterte, And lyke the wawes quappe gan her herte, And pale as box she wex, and in a throwe Avysed her, and gan him wel to knowe, That hit was Piramus, her herte dere. Who coude wryte whiche a deedly chere Hath Tisbe now, and how her heer she rente, And how she gan herselve to turmente, And how she lyth and swowneth on the grounde, And how she weep of teres ful his wounde, How medeleth she his blood with her compleynte, And with his blood herselven gan she peynte; How clippeth she the dede cors, allas! How doth this woful Tisbe in this cas! How kisseth she his frosty mouth so cold!" (p. 425)