But he no waie recomforted would be,
Nor fuffer folace to approach him nie,
But cafting vp a 'fdeinfull eie at me,

That in his traunce I would not let him lie,

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Did rend his haire, and beat his blubbred face,
As one difpofed wilfullie to die,

That I fore grieu'd to see his wretched cafe.

Tho/when the pang was somewhat ouerpast,
And the outragious passion nigh appeased,
I him defyrde, fith daie was ouercast,
And darke night faft approched, to be pleased
To turne afide vnto my Cabinet,

And ftaie with me, till he were better eased

Of that strong ftownd, which him fo fore beset.

But by no meanes I could him win thereto,
Ne longer him intreate with me to ftaie,
But without taking leaue, he foorth did goe
With flaggring pace and dismall lookes difmay,
As if that death he in the face had seene,
Or hellish hags had met vpon the way:
But what of him became I cannot weene.

FINIS. I

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IV.

COLIN CLOVTS COME

HOME AGAINE.

1595.

NOTE.

THE only edition published by Spenser himself of 'Colin Clovts come home againe,' was that of 1595. This is our text, from a fine exemplar in my own Library. See Life in Vol. I., and Essays. I note here certain corrections, mainly of punctuation :