WOMEN

¶Our hair we have untied, now everyone, All rend for sorrow of our cursed case, Our locks out spreads, the knots we have undone And in these ashes stained is our face. ¶Full happy Pryame is, each one we say That took with him his Kingdom then that stood Now safe in shade, he seeks the wandering way, And treads the paths of all Elizius wood, And in the blessed Sprights, full happy he, Again there seeks to meet with Hector's Ghost. Happy Pryam, happy whoso may see, His Kingdom all, at once with him be lost. Our naked arms, thus here we rend for thee, And bloody shoulders, (Hector) thus we tear: Thus with our fists, our heads lo beaten be And all for thee, behold we hale our hear. Our dugs alas, with mother's hands be torn And where the flesh is wounded round about Which for thy sake, we rend thy death to morn The flowing streams of blood, they spring thereout. Thy countries shore, and destinies delay. And thou to wearied Trojans wast and aid, A wall thou wast, and on thy shoulders Troy Ten years it stood, on thee alone it stayed, With thee it fell: and fatal day alas Of Hector both, and Troy but one there was. Receive our plaints, Oh lord of Phrigian land And old twice captive king, receive our fear, While thou Wertenberg king. Troy hurtles then could stand Though shaken twice, with Grecian sword it wear, And twice did shot of Hercles quiver bear, At latter lose of Hecubes sons all And roges for kings, that hgih on piles we rear: Thou father shut stour latest funeral. And beaten down, to Jove for sacrifies. Like lifeless block, in Troy thy carcase lies.