At last he takes her by the bloodless hand, (1598)
And thus begins: 'What uncouth ill event (1599)
Hath thee befall'n, that thou dost trembling stand? (1600)
Sweet love, what spite hath thy fair color spent? (1601)
Why art thou thus attired in discontent?
Unmask, dear dear, this moody heaviness, (1603)
And tell thy grief, that we may give redress.'