Certes such cry nor lamentatión Was ne’er of ladies made, when Ilión Was won, and Pyrrhus 4411 with his straightë swerd, When he had hent king Priam by the beard, And slain him (as saith us Eneidos ), As maden all the hennës in the close, 4412 When they had seen of Chanticleer the sight. But sov’reignly 4413 Dame Partelotë shright, 4414 Full louder than did Hasdrubalë’s wife, When that her husband haddë lost his life, And that the Romans had y-burnt Cartháge; She was so full of torment and of rage, That wilfully into the fire she start, And burnt herselfë with a steadfast heart. O woeful hennës! right so criëd ye, As, when that Nero burned the citý