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THREE DAUGHTERS. 281 |
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For once refusing, he should not
Come after to her gate. Thus twixt his daughters for relief 12s
He wandred up and down, Being glad to feed on beggars food,
That lately wore a crown.
And calling to remembrance then
His youngest daughter's words, 130
That said, the duty of a child
"Was all that love affords— But doubting to repair to her,
Whom he had banish'd so, Grew frantick mad; for in his mind w
He bore the wounds of woe.
Which made him rend his milk-white locks
And tresses from his head, And all with blood bestain his cheeks,
With age and honour spread. no
To hills and woods and watry founts
He made his hourly moan, Till hills and woods and senseless things
Did seem to sigh and groan.
Ev'n thus posses'd with discontents, i«
He passed o'er to France, In hopes from fair Cordelia there
To find some gentler chance. Most virtuous dame! which, when she heard
Of this her father's grief, iso
As duty bound, she quickly sent
Him comfort and relief. |
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