Out of her secret stand, that day for to out weare.
All that day she outwore in wandering, xxix
And gazing on that Chambers ornament,
Till that againe the second euening
Her couered with her sable vestiment,
Wherewith the worlds faire beautie she hath blent:
Then when the second watch was almost past,
That brasen dore flew open, and in went
Bold Britomart, as she had late forecast,
Neither of idle shewes[1184], nor of false charmes aghast.