His hand relented, and the stroke forbore,
And his deare hart the picture gan adore,
Which oft the Paynim sau’d from deadly stowre.
But him henceforth the same can saue no more;
For now arriued is his fatall howre,
That no’te auoyded be by earthly skill or powre.
For when Cymochles saw the fowle reproch, xliv
Which them appeached, prickt with guilty[710] shame,
And inward griefe, he fiercely gan approch,
Resolu’d to put away that loathly blame,