He took his leave, and she astonish’d stood; In all her face was not one drop of blood: She never ween’d t’ have come in such a trap. “Alas!” quoth she, “that ever this should hap! For ween’d I ne’er, by possibility, That such a monster or marváil might be; It is against the process of natúre.” And home she went a sorrowful creatúre; For very fear unnethës 3356 may she go. She weeped, wailed, all a day or two, And swooned, that it ruthë was to see: But why it was, to no wight toldë she, For out of town was gone Arviragus. But to herself she spake, and saidë thus, With facë pale, and full sorrowful cheer, In her complaint, as ye shall after hear.