Where sitting on the flore the Hag she found,
Busie (as seem’d) about some wicked gin:
Who soone as she beheld that suddein stound,
Lightly vpstarted from the dustie ground,
And with fell looke and hollow deadly gaze
Stared on her awhile, as one astound,
Ne had one word to speake, for great amaze,[1016]
But shewd by outward signes, that dread her sence did daze.
At last turning her feare to foolish wrath, viii
She askt, what deuill had her thither brought,