...ene hir armes did wash his wounds with teares, She meynt hir weeping with his bloud, and kissing all his face (Which now became as colde as yse) she cride in wofull case: Alas what chaunce, my Pyramus , hath parted thee and mee? Make aunswere O my Pyramus: it is thy Thisb', even shee Whome thou doste love most heartely, that speaketh unto thee. Give eare and rayse thy heavie heade. He hearing Th...