died the samë day. And when the woeful father did it sey, For woe his armës two he gan to bite, And said, “Alas! Fortúne, and well-away! To thy false wheel my woe all may I wite.”
His children ween’d that it for hunger was That he his armës gnaw’d, and not for woe, And saidë, “Father, do not so, alas! But rather eat the flesh upon us two. Our flesh thou gave us, our flesh take us fro’, And eat enough;” right thus they to him said. And after that, within a day or two, They laid them in his lap adown, and died.
Himself, despaired, eke for hunger starf. Thus ended is this Earl of Pise; From high estate Fortúne away him carf. Of this tragédy it ought enough suffice Whoso will hear it in a longer wise, Readë the greatë poet of Itále, That Dante hight, for he can it devise From point to point, not one word will he fail.