Ne stird, till hope of life did him forsake;
So end of that Carles dayes, and his owne paines did make.
Which when those wicked Hags from farre did spy, xlvii
Like two mad dogs they ran about the lands,
And th’one of them with dreadfull yelling cry,
Throwing away her broken chaines and bands,
And hauing quencht her burning fier brands,
Hedlong her selfe did cast into that lake;
But Impotence with her owne wilfull hands,
One of Malegers cursed darts did take,