Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes are more increasing;
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing.
'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!'
Away he springs and hasteth to his horse.
进退维谷无言语？
话已出口烦恼多；
事已至此人将去，
放臂松绑郎欲脱。
怜悔交加神女啸！
