His feeble eyne, with too much brightnesse dazed,
So stared he on her, and stood long while amazed.
Softly at last he gan his mother aske, xiv
What mister wight that was, and whence deriued,
That in so straunge disguizement there did maske,
And by what accident she there arriued:
But she, as one nigh of her wits depriued,
With nought but ghastly lookes him answered,
Like to a ghost, that lately is reuiued
From Stygian shores, where late it wandered;