...efore. My wicked limmes and wretched guttes with cruell teeth therfore Devour ye, O ye Lions all that in this rocke doe dwell. But Cowardes use to wish for death. The slender weede that fell From Thisbe up he takes, and streight doth beare it to the tree, Which was appointed erst the place of meeting for to bee. And when he had bewept and kist the garment which he knew, Receyve thou my bloud too ...