Th’ imprinting of their consolatión, Through which her greatë sorrow gan assuage; She may not always duren in such rage. And eke Arviragus, in all this care, Hath sent his letters home of his welfare, And that he will come hastily again, Or ellës had this sorrow her hearty-slain. Her friendës saw her sorrow gin to slake, 3246 And prayed her on knees for Goddë’s sake To come and roamen in their company, Away to drive her darkë fantasy; And finally she granted that request, For well she saw that it was for the best.