Disedge

[T]he pain she had / To keep them in the wild ways of the wood, / Two sets of three laden with jingling arms, / Together, served a little to disedge / The sharpness of that pain about her heart: […]

I grieve myself / To think, when thou shalt be disedged by her / That now thou tirest on, how thy memory / Will then be pang'd by me.