He remained in this deplorable condition for two days, and never
rose from the ground where he had made her sad sacrifice; at last
rousing from her side, and accusing himself of living too long, now
Imoinda was dead, and that the deaths of those barbarous enemies
were deferred too long, he resolved now to finish the great work;
but offering to rise, he found his strength so decayed that he
swayed to and fro, like boughs assailed by contrary winds; so that
he was forced to lie down again, and try to summon all his courage
to his aid. He found his brains turned round, and his eyes were dizzy,
and objects appeared not the same to him they were wont to do; his
breath was short, and all his limbs surprised with a faintness he
had never felt before. He had not eat in two days, which was one
occasion of his feebleness, but excess of grief was the greatest,
yet still he hoped he should never recover vigor to act his design,
and lay expecting it yet six days longer; still mourning over the dead
idol of his heart and striving every day to rise, but could not.
In all this time you may believe we were in no little affliction for
Caesar and his wife: some were of opinion he was escaped, never to
return; others thought some accident had happened to him: but however,
we failed not to send out a hundred people several ways, to search for
him. A party of about forty went that way he took, among whom was
Tuscan, who was perfectly reconciled to Byam.
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