Then for the burning torment, which he felt,
That with fell woodnesse he effierced was,
And wilfully him throwing on the gras,
Did beat and bounse his head and brest full sore;
The whiles the Championesse now entred[1139] has
The vtmost rowme, and past the formest[1140] dore,
The vtmost rowme, abounding with all precious store.
For round about, the wals yclothed were xxviii
With goodly arras of great maiesty,
Wouen with gold and silke so close and nere,