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The truth of this I have tried and proved in more ways than one." Beside her lord she took her seat, holding his head upon her lap. THE TRUTH OF THIS I HAVE TRIED AND PROVED IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE BESIDE HER LORD SHE TOOK HER SEAT HOLDING HIS HEAD UPON HER LAP
d strength to beat. As he was descending a hill he fell suddenly over upon his horse's neck. As he tried to straighten up, he lost his saddle and stirrups, falling, as if lifeless, in a faint. Then began such heavy grief, when Enide saw him fall to earth. Full of fear at the sight of him, she runs toward him like one who makes no concealment of her grief. Aloud she cries, and wrings her hands: not a shred of her robe remains untorn across her breast. She begins to tear her hair and lacerate her tender face. [133] "Ah God!" she cries, "fair gentle Lord, why dost Thou let me thus live on? Come Death, and kill me hastily!" With these words she faints upon his body. When she recovered, she said to herself reproachfully: "Woe is me, wretched Enide; I am the murderer of my lord, in having killed him by my speech. My lord would still be now alive, if I in my mad presumption had not spoken the word which engaged him in this adventure. Silence never harmed any one, but speech often worketh woe. Y WAS BATHED IN BLOOD AND HIS HEART HARDLY HAD STRENGTH TO BEAT AS HE WAS DESCENDING A HILL HE FELL SUDDENLY OVER UPON HIS HORSE'S NECK AS HE TRIED TO STRAIGHTEN UP HE LOST HIS SADDLE AND STIRRUPS FALLING AS IF LIFELESS IN A FAINT THEN BEGAN SUCH HEAVY GRIEF WHEN ANIT SAW HIM FALL TO EARTH FULL OF FEAR AT THE SIGHT OF HIM SHE RUNS TO HIM LIKE ONE WHO MAKES NO CONCEALMENT OF HER GRIEF ALOUD SHE CRIES AND WRINGS HER HANDS NOT A SHRED OF HER ROBE REMAINS UNTOORN ACROSS HER BREAST SHE BEGINS TO TEAR HER HAIR AND LACERATE HER TENDER FACE AH GOD SHE CRIES FAIR GENTLE LORD WHY DOST THOU LET ME THUS LIVE ON COME DEATH AND KILL ME HASTILY WITH THESE WORDS SHE FAINTS UPON HIS BODY WHEN SHE RECOVERED SHE SAID TO HERSELF REPROACHFULLY WOE IS ME WRETCHED IN NEED I AM THE MURDERER OF MY LORD IN HAVING KILLED HIM BY MY SPEECH MY LORD WOULD STILL BE NOW ALIVE IF I IN MY MAD PRESUMPTION HAD NOT SPOKEN THE WORD WHICH ENGAGED HIM IN THIS ADVENTURE SILENCE NEVER HARMED ANY ONE BUT SPEECH OFTEN WORKETH WOE
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