By weariness taught to slumber, but seldom throughout the night900On his other side did he turn him, he might well wait the morning light.Then the prince he bade his servants ere ever 'twas middle day,A bath, as was meet, make ready by the couch where the young knight lay,And roses they threw within it—And tho' he no call might hearThe guest awoke from his slumbers, and he stepped in the waters clear.905I know not who sent them hither, but maidens richly dressed,Lovely and sweet to look on, all courteous sought the guest,They washed his wounds and bound them with their hands so soft and white,(Nor should this o'er strange have seemed him who was reft of wisdom's might)And both ease he felt and gladness, nor his folly they made him rue—910Thus these fair and gentle maidens they tended the lad anew,And they spake 'twixt themselves, and he hearkened, yet never a word would say,Yet too early he might not deem it, for they shone as a second day,And their beauty it vied with the morning, yet his fairness outshone the twain,For naught to the youth was lacking that favour and praise might gain.915Then a linen cloth they proffered, but the lad he took it ill,An he robed himself before them, their presence should shame him still.Perforce must the maidens leave him, nor longer might linger thereTho' in sooth they would fain have questioned lest deeper the wounds he bare.(For such was the way of woman, and such is true woman's will,920Tho' scatheless themselves yet the sorrow of a friend it doth work them ill.)Then he strode to the bed, and he found there fresh raiment so fine and white,With a girdle he bound it round him, 'twas of silk and of gold so bright;And hosen of scarlet woollen they drew on the fearless knight,In sooth they well became him who was comely in all men's sight.925And of ruddy brown well fashioned, (nor lining they thought to spare)Were robe alike and mantle, and within was the ermine fair,And without were they decked with sable, both black and grey in hue;Then the gallant youth the mantle around his shoulders threw,With a belt so rich and costly he girt him found the waist,930And the fastening of the mantle with a golden clasp was graced.And his mouth was red and glowing—Then his host he drew anigh,And many a proud knight followed, to greet him courteously,And e'en as 'twas done the heroes they spake with a great amaze'Ne'er saw they a man so goodly!'—And all would the mother praise935Who such son to the world had given—And in truth and in courtesyThey spake, 'Whatsoe'er he asketh for his service fulfilled shall be,And favour and love await him if his worth win its meed alway,'And of those who hereafter saw him none were there who said them nay.By his hand the host then took him, and forth from his chamber led,940And the prince fain would hear the story how the night hours with him had sped,'Were it otherwise, I think me that living I scarce might wake,'Twas well that my mother bade me thus shelter with thee to takeEre yet from her I had ridden—May God requite ye both,For mercy Sir Knight, and kindness, hast thou shown to me nothing loth.'945So went our hero witless where to God and the host they'd sing,And the prince by the Mass would teach him that which health to the soul shall bring.He would rede him well of the Offering—How to sign himself with the Cross,And thus work on the Devil vengeance, who seeketh for aye our loss!Then again to the hall of the castle and the morning meal they came,950And the host set his guest beside him, and he ate without fear or shame.Then out spake the prince so courteous, 'An it seemeth not ill to thee,Fain am I to know thy dwelling, and from whence thou art come to me?'Then frankly he told the story how his mother's side he fled,Of the ring and the clasp so golden, and the winning the harness red.955And the prince he knew the Red Knight, and his fate it pleased him ill,And the name of his guest he asked not but 'The Red Knight' he called him still.Then e'en as the meal was over, were they tamed the ways so wild,For the host to his guest he quoth thus 'Thou speakest as doth a child,Why hold not thy peace of thy mother, and otherwise turn thy speech?960An thou follow henceforth my counsel far wiser the ways I'll teach!''And thus I begin, do thou hearken—From true shame shalt thou never flee,A shameless man, bethink thee, what place in the world hath he?As a bird that moulteth ever so his honour doth fall away,And hereafter he hath his portion in the fires of Hell for aye.'965'So noble methinks thy bearing, a folk's Lord thou well mayst be;If high be thy birth, and yet higher the lot that awaiteth thee,Then see that thy heart hath pity for the poor and needy manAnd fight thou against his sorrow with free gifts as best thou can,For a true knight must aye be humble—A brave man who need doth know970Full often with shame he battles, and sore is that strife I trow,For him shall thy help be ready—(Who lighteneth his brother's needFrom Heaven he winneth favour as rewarding for righteous deed.)For in sooth his case is harder than theirs who as beggars stand'Neath the window, and succour seeking, for bread shall stretch forth the hand.'975'Thou shalt learn in a fitting measure both rich and poor to be,Who spendeth as lord at all times no lordly soul hath he—Yet who heapeth o'er-much his treasure he winneth methinks but shame,But give thou unto each their honour, so best shalt thou guard thy fame.''I saw well as thou earnest hither that thou hadst of my counsel need—980Yield not unto ways discourteous but give to thy bearing heed,Nor be thou so swift to question—Yet I would not that thou withholdAn answer good and fitting to the speech one with thee would hold.Thou canst hear and see, I wot well full five shalt thy senses be,An thou use them aright, then wisdom it draweth anear to thee.'985'In thy wrath remember mercy, and slay not a conquered foe,He who to thine arms shall yield him take his pledge and let him go;Unless he such ill have wrought thee as sorrow of heart doth give,An my counsel thou fain wouldst follow, then in sooth shalt thou let him live.''Full oft shalt thou bear thy harness—When thy knightly task is sped990Thy hands and face thou shalt cleanse them from the rust and the iron red,For such is in truth thy duty, so thy face shall be fair and bright,And when maiden's eyes behold thee they shall deem thee a goodly sight.''Be manly and of good courage, so shalt thou deserve thy fame;Hold women in love and honour, it shall be to thine own good name;995And be ever steadfast-minded as befitteth good man and true,An with lies thou wouldst fain deceive them much harm can thy dealings do.If true love be repaid with falsehood then swift shalt the judgment be,And a speedy end to all honour and renown shall it bring to thee.As beneath the stealthy footsteps of the thief the dry stick breaks,1000And the slumbering watcher, startled, to his danger swiftly wakesSo false ways and dealings crooked in their wake bring but strife and woe;Prove this by true love, for true women have skill 'gainst the hidden foe,And their wiles can outweigh his cunning—An thou winnest from women hate,Then for ever art thou dishonoured, and shame on thy life shall wait.'1005'So take thou to heart my counsel—And more would I tell to thee;Husband and wife united as one shall they ever be,As the sun that this morning shineth, and this morn that we call to-day,So the twain may be sundered never butoneshall be held alway.As twin blossoms from one root springing e'en so shall they bloom and grow;1010With wisdom receive my counsel that its truth thou hereafter know.'Then he thanked his host for his teaching, nor spake of his mother more,But as true man and son so loving in his heart her memory bore.Then the prince spake as did him honour, 'Yet more will I teach to thee,Thou shalt learn knightly skill and bearing—In such wise didst thou come to me,1015Full many a wall have I looked on that the shields might better deckThan that shield erewhile became thee, as it hung there around thy neck.None too late shall be the morning, we'll hence to the open field,And fitting skill I'll teach thee that thine arms thou mayst rightly wield.So bring to my guest his charger, and mine shalt thou hither lead,1020And each knight shall make him ready, and mount, e'en as I, his steed.And pages shall thither follow, and each one shall bear a spear,And the shaft shall be strong and untested, and blazoned with colours clear.'So the prince and his guest together they rode to the grassy plain,And many a feat so skilful was shown by that knightly train.1025And the lad he learned how to check him his charger in seeming flightWith touch of spur, and turn him once more 'gainst the foeman's might;His spear to sink as needed, and before him hold his shieldAs he rode a joust; 'Thus shalt thou thine arms in future wield!'Thus of lack of skill he cured him better than by the bough1030That smiteth unruly children and breaketh their skin I trow.Then he bade swift knights come hither, and a joust with the stranger ride,And himself to the ring he led him, and against the foe would guide;And the lad in his first joust carried his spear through the foeman's shield,And tho' strong was the knight yet he smote him from his steed on the open field.1035And they marvelled much who beheld it—Then another to joust rode near,And Parzival took unto him a fresh and unbroken spear,And his youth had strength and courage—The beardless lad and fairWas spurred by his inborn manhood, and to Gamuret's skill was heir—Then he urged his charger onward full swiftly against the foe,1040And his spear rang true on the four nails, and struck nor too high nor low,Nor the host's knight might keep his saddle, but prone on the sward he fell,Of the spear-shaft full many a splinter the force of the blow might tell.Thus five of the knights were smitten ere the host to the Burg would ride,And the victory was his, and hereafter fierce strife might he well abide.1045Then they who his deeds had witnessed, the wise men, they needs must sayThat great was the skill and valour he had shown in the joust that day,'Our lord may be free of sorrow, and his youth it may bloom anewIf he give him to wife his daughter, our lady so fair and true.If we see him wax in wisdom then the sorrow shall be o'erpast—1050The death of his sons a shadow o'erlong o'er his life hath cast,But now to his door hath ridden one who maketh amends for all,And gladness no more shall fly him, but it seeketh his palace hall!'Then homeward they turned at even when the board for the feast was spread,And the prince bade his daughter hither (for so I the tale have read)1055As he saw the maid draw near him the host to Liassé spake,'To this knight shalt thou do all honour, and a kiss from his lips shalt take,With Good Fortune for guide he fareth! And oftheewould I pray this thing,If token perchance she beareth, thou wilt leave to the maid her ring—Yet none hath she, nor clasp—Who should give her what that forest princess wore?1060Forshewon from the hand of her husband what thine hand from her raiment tore,FromLiassécanst thou take little'—Then the lad he must blush for shame,On her lips did kiss the maiden, and her mouth it was red as flame.And Liassé was fair to look on, and gentle of heart and pure,And a hero might well have loved her with a love that should aye endure.1065Full long and low was the table, nor many might sit thereat,At its head was the prince so kindly, and his guest by his side he setBetwixt him and his daughter, and the maiden with snow-white handMust carve, as he willed, for the Red Knight, so her father would give command,And courteous, she did his bidding, and none did the twain prevent1070As shy glances rosy-blushing, they each to the other sent!The feast over, the maiden left them, but she bade not the guest 'Farewell,'For twice seven days in honour Parzival with his host did dwell.But within his heart lay a sorrow, 'twas no other I ween than this,He would he enough had striven to be worthy of wedded bliss,1075And he thought him a goal so worthy must lead to a guerdon highBoth in this life and e'en in the other—And these words they shall be no lie.One morning for leave he prayed him, from Graharz he fain would ride,And his host, sore loth to lose him, awhile rode his steed beside.Fresh sprang of grief the fountain as the prince spake, 'I lose once more1080A son, Death ofthreehath robbed me, thy loss now shall make themfour.And threefold it was, my sorrow—Who my heart would in pieces smiteFourfold and from hence would bear them, in the pain should I find delight.Onefor thee, since thou ridest from me, andthreefor my three sons slain—Bravely they fell in battle, such guerdon doth knighthood gain!'1085'And its end is of sorrow woven—One death all my joy doth lame,The death of my son so gallant, Schenteflur did they call his name;When Kondwiramur her kingdom and herself would withhold with strifeFrom Klamidé the king, and Kingron, in her aid did he lose his life,And my heart with the thrust of sorrow, as a hedge is it piercèd thro'.1090Now all too soon dost thou leave me since no comfort from thee I drew,Ah! would Death were here my portion since Liassé, that maiden bright,And the land I had deemed so goodly find no favour in this thy sight!''My other son, Count Laskoit, by Idêr son of Noit was slainAnent a hawk—Little gladness from his death I methinks might gain—1095Gurzgrei did they call my third son, to whom Mahaut gave her heart,As his wife did he win the maiden from her brother proud Ekunât.'Gainst Brandigan on a venture for Schoie-de-la-kurt he'ld ride,And the Prince Mabonagrein smote him, and there by his hand he died.And Mahaut she lost her beauty, and his mother, my wife, lay dead,2000For thro' sorrow and bitter yearning the days of her life were sped.'Then the guest saw his host's deep sorrow as he told unto him his woe,And he quoth, 'Little wisdom have I, yet if ever the day I knowWhen I win knightly fame and honour, so that maiden I well may woo,Thou shalt give unto me Liassé, thy daughter so fair and true.2005Thou hast told me of o'er-much sorrow; if thy grief I may lift from theeFrom the load of so sore a burden I gladly will set thee free!'Then leave from the prince so kindly the young knight that morn would pray,And from all his gallant vassals; and he rode from their land away;And the prince, in the game of sorrow, tho' heavy before his throw,2010Had lost yet more, for from threefold to fourfold his grief must grow.
By weariness taught to slumber, but seldom throughout the night900On his other side did he turn him, he might well wait the morning light.Then the prince he bade his servants ere ever 'twas middle day,A bath, as was meet, make ready by the couch where the young knight lay,And roses they threw within it—And tho' he no call might hearThe guest awoke from his slumbers, and he stepped in the waters clear.905I know not who sent them hither, but maidens richly dressed,Lovely and sweet to look on, all courteous sought the guest,They washed his wounds and bound them with their hands so soft and white,(Nor should this o'er strange have seemed him who was reft of wisdom's might)And both ease he felt and gladness, nor his folly they made him rue—910Thus these fair and gentle maidens they tended the lad anew,And they spake 'twixt themselves, and he hearkened, yet never a word would say,Yet too early he might not deem it, for they shone as a second day,And their beauty it vied with the morning, yet his fairness outshone the twain,For naught to the youth was lacking that favour and praise might gain.915Then a linen cloth they proffered, but the lad he took it ill,An he robed himself before them, their presence should shame him still.Perforce must the maidens leave him, nor longer might linger thereTho' in sooth they would fain have questioned lest deeper the wounds he bare.(For such was the way of woman, and such is true woman's will,920Tho' scatheless themselves yet the sorrow of a friend it doth work them ill.)
Then he strode to the bed, and he found there fresh raiment so fine and white,With a girdle he bound it round him, 'twas of silk and of gold so bright;And hosen of scarlet woollen they drew on the fearless knight,In sooth they well became him who was comely in all men's sight.925And of ruddy brown well fashioned, (nor lining they thought to spare)Were robe alike and mantle, and within was the ermine fair,And without were they decked with sable, both black and grey in hue;Then the gallant youth the mantle around his shoulders threw,With a belt so rich and costly he girt him found the waist,930And the fastening of the mantle with a golden clasp was graced.
And his mouth was red and glowing—Then his host he drew anigh,And many a proud knight followed, to greet him courteously,And e'en as 'twas done the heroes they spake with a great amaze'Ne'er saw they a man so goodly!'—And all would the mother praise935Who such son to the world had given—And in truth and in courtesyThey spake, 'Whatsoe'er he asketh for his service fulfilled shall be,And favour and love await him if his worth win its meed alway,'And of those who hereafter saw him none were there who said them nay.
By his hand the host then took him, and forth from his chamber led,940And the prince fain would hear the story how the night hours with him had sped,'Were it otherwise, I think me that living I scarce might wake,'Twas well that my mother bade me thus shelter with thee to takeEre yet from her I had ridden—May God requite ye both,For mercy Sir Knight, and kindness, hast thou shown to me nothing loth.'945So went our hero witless where to God and the host they'd sing,And the prince by the Mass would teach him that which health to the soul shall bring.He would rede him well of the Offering—How to sign himself with the Cross,And thus work on the Devil vengeance, who seeketh for aye our loss!
Then again to the hall of the castle and the morning meal they came,950And the host set his guest beside him, and he ate without fear or shame.Then out spake the prince so courteous, 'An it seemeth not ill to thee,Fain am I to know thy dwelling, and from whence thou art come to me?'Then frankly he told the story how his mother's side he fled,Of the ring and the clasp so golden, and the winning the harness red.955And the prince he knew the Red Knight, and his fate it pleased him ill,And the name of his guest he asked not but 'The Red Knight' he called him still.
Then e'en as the meal was over, were they tamed the ways so wild,For the host to his guest he quoth thus 'Thou speakest as doth a child,Why hold not thy peace of thy mother, and otherwise turn thy speech?960An thou follow henceforth my counsel far wiser the ways I'll teach!'
'And thus I begin, do thou hearken—From true shame shalt thou never flee,A shameless man, bethink thee, what place in the world hath he?As a bird that moulteth ever so his honour doth fall away,And hereafter he hath his portion in the fires of Hell for aye.'965
'So noble methinks thy bearing, a folk's Lord thou well mayst be;If high be thy birth, and yet higher the lot that awaiteth thee,Then see that thy heart hath pity for the poor and needy manAnd fight thou against his sorrow with free gifts as best thou can,For a true knight must aye be humble—A brave man who need doth know970Full often with shame he battles, and sore is that strife I trow,For him shall thy help be ready—(Who lighteneth his brother's needFrom Heaven he winneth favour as rewarding for righteous deed.)For in sooth his case is harder than theirs who as beggars stand'Neath the window, and succour seeking, for bread shall stretch forth the hand.'975'Thou shalt learn in a fitting measure both rich and poor to be,Who spendeth as lord at all times no lordly soul hath he—Yet who heapeth o'er-much his treasure he winneth methinks but shame,But give thou unto each their honour, so best shalt thou guard thy fame.'
'I saw well as thou earnest hither that thou hadst of my counsel need—980Yield not unto ways discourteous but give to thy bearing heed,Nor be thou so swift to question—Yet I would not that thou withholdAn answer good and fitting to the speech one with thee would hold.Thou canst hear and see, I wot well full five shalt thy senses be,An thou use them aright, then wisdom it draweth anear to thee.'985
'In thy wrath remember mercy, and slay not a conquered foe,He who to thine arms shall yield him take his pledge and let him go;Unless he such ill have wrought thee as sorrow of heart doth give,An my counsel thou fain wouldst follow, then in sooth shalt thou let him live.'
'Full oft shalt thou bear thy harness—When thy knightly task is sped990Thy hands and face thou shalt cleanse them from the rust and the iron red,For such is in truth thy duty, so thy face shall be fair and bright,And when maiden's eyes behold thee they shall deem thee a goodly sight.'
'Be manly and of good courage, so shalt thou deserve thy fame;Hold women in love and honour, it shall be to thine own good name;995And be ever steadfast-minded as befitteth good man and true,An with lies thou wouldst fain deceive them much harm can thy dealings do.If true love be repaid with falsehood then swift shalt the judgment be,And a speedy end to all honour and renown shall it bring to thee.As beneath the stealthy footsteps of the thief the dry stick breaks,1000And the slumbering watcher, startled, to his danger swiftly wakesSo false ways and dealings crooked in their wake bring but strife and woe;Prove this by true love, for true women have skill 'gainst the hidden foe,And their wiles can outweigh his cunning—An thou winnest from women hate,Then for ever art thou dishonoured, and shame on thy life shall wait.'1005
'So take thou to heart my counsel—And more would I tell to thee;Husband and wife united as one shall they ever be,As the sun that this morning shineth, and this morn that we call to-day,So the twain may be sundered never butoneshall be held alway.As twin blossoms from one root springing e'en so shall they bloom and grow;1010With wisdom receive my counsel that its truth thou hereafter know.'
Then he thanked his host for his teaching, nor spake of his mother more,But as true man and son so loving in his heart her memory bore.
Then the prince spake as did him honour, 'Yet more will I teach to thee,Thou shalt learn knightly skill and bearing—In such wise didst thou come to me,1015Full many a wall have I looked on that the shields might better deckThan that shield erewhile became thee, as it hung there around thy neck.None too late shall be the morning, we'll hence to the open field,And fitting skill I'll teach thee that thine arms thou mayst rightly wield.So bring to my guest his charger, and mine shalt thou hither lead,1020And each knight shall make him ready, and mount, e'en as I, his steed.And pages shall thither follow, and each one shall bear a spear,And the shaft shall be strong and untested, and blazoned with colours clear.'
So the prince and his guest together they rode to the grassy plain,And many a feat so skilful was shown by that knightly train.1025And the lad he learned how to check him his charger in seeming flightWith touch of spur, and turn him once more 'gainst the foeman's might;His spear to sink as needed, and before him hold his shieldAs he rode a joust; 'Thus shalt thou thine arms in future wield!'
Thus of lack of skill he cured him better than by the bough1030That smiteth unruly children and breaketh their skin I trow.Then he bade swift knights come hither, and a joust with the stranger ride,And himself to the ring he led him, and against the foe would guide;And the lad in his first joust carried his spear through the foeman's shield,And tho' strong was the knight yet he smote him from his steed on the open field.1035
And they marvelled much who beheld it—Then another to joust rode near,And Parzival took unto him a fresh and unbroken spear,And his youth had strength and courage—The beardless lad and fairWas spurred by his inborn manhood, and to Gamuret's skill was heir—Then he urged his charger onward full swiftly against the foe,1040And his spear rang true on the four nails, and struck nor too high nor low,Nor the host's knight might keep his saddle, but prone on the sward he fell,Of the spear-shaft full many a splinter the force of the blow might tell.Thus five of the knights were smitten ere the host to the Burg would ride,And the victory was his, and hereafter fierce strife might he well abide.1045
Then they who his deeds had witnessed, the wise men, they needs must sayThat great was the skill and valour he had shown in the joust that day,'Our lord may be free of sorrow, and his youth it may bloom anewIf he give him to wife his daughter, our lady so fair and true.If we see him wax in wisdom then the sorrow shall be o'erpast—1050The death of his sons a shadow o'erlong o'er his life hath cast,But now to his door hath ridden one who maketh amends for all,And gladness no more shall fly him, but it seeketh his palace hall!'
Then homeward they turned at even when the board for the feast was spread,And the prince bade his daughter hither (for so I the tale have read)1055As he saw the maid draw near him the host to Liassé spake,'To this knight shalt thou do all honour, and a kiss from his lips shalt take,With Good Fortune for guide he fareth! And oftheewould I pray this thing,If token perchance she beareth, thou wilt leave to the maid her ring—Yet none hath she, nor clasp—Who should give her what that forest princess wore?1060Forshewon from the hand of her husband what thine hand from her raiment tore,FromLiassécanst thou take little'—Then the lad he must blush for shame,On her lips did kiss the maiden, and her mouth it was red as flame.And Liassé was fair to look on, and gentle of heart and pure,And a hero might well have loved her with a love that should aye endure.1065
Full long and low was the table, nor many might sit thereat,At its head was the prince so kindly, and his guest by his side he setBetwixt him and his daughter, and the maiden with snow-white handMust carve, as he willed, for the Red Knight, so her father would give command,And courteous, she did his bidding, and none did the twain prevent1070As shy glances rosy-blushing, they each to the other sent!
The feast over, the maiden left them, but she bade not the guest 'Farewell,'For twice seven days in honour Parzival with his host did dwell.But within his heart lay a sorrow, 'twas no other I ween than this,He would he enough had striven to be worthy of wedded bliss,1075And he thought him a goal so worthy must lead to a guerdon highBoth in this life and e'en in the other—And these words they shall be no lie.
One morning for leave he prayed him, from Graharz he fain would ride,And his host, sore loth to lose him, awhile rode his steed beside.Fresh sprang of grief the fountain as the prince spake, 'I lose once more1080A son, Death ofthreehath robbed me, thy loss now shall make themfour.And threefold it was, my sorrow—Who my heart would in pieces smiteFourfold and from hence would bear them, in the pain should I find delight.Onefor thee, since thou ridest from me, andthreefor my three sons slain—Bravely they fell in battle, such guerdon doth knighthood gain!'1085
'And its end is of sorrow woven—One death all my joy doth lame,The death of my son so gallant, Schenteflur did they call his name;When Kondwiramur her kingdom and herself would withhold with strifeFrom Klamidé the king, and Kingron, in her aid did he lose his life,And my heart with the thrust of sorrow, as a hedge is it piercèd thro'.1090Now all too soon dost thou leave me since no comfort from thee I drew,Ah! would Death were here my portion since Liassé, that maiden bright,And the land I had deemed so goodly find no favour in this thy sight!'
'My other son, Count Laskoit, by Idêr son of Noit was slainAnent a hawk—Little gladness from his death I methinks might gain—1095Gurzgrei did they call my third son, to whom Mahaut gave her heart,As his wife did he win the maiden from her brother proud Ekunât.'Gainst Brandigan on a venture for Schoie-de-la-kurt he'ld ride,And the Prince Mabonagrein smote him, and there by his hand he died.And Mahaut she lost her beauty, and his mother, my wife, lay dead,2000For thro' sorrow and bitter yearning the days of her life were sped.'
Then the guest saw his host's deep sorrow as he told unto him his woe,And he quoth, 'Little wisdom have I, yet if ever the day I knowWhen I win knightly fame and honour, so that maiden I well may woo,Thou shalt give unto me Liassé, thy daughter so fair and true.2005Thou hast told me of o'er-much sorrow; if thy grief I may lift from theeFrom the load of so sore a burden I gladly will set thee free!'
Then leave from the prince so kindly the young knight that morn would pray,And from all his gallant vassals; and he rode from their land away;And the prince, in the game of sorrow, tho' heavy before his throw,2010Had lost yet more, for from threefold to fourfold his grief must grow.