Th’eternall bale of heauie wounded harts;
Which after charmes and some enchauntments said,
She lightly sprinkled on his weaker parts;
Therewith his sturdie courage soone was quayd,
And all his senses were with suddeine dread dismayd.
So downe he fell before the cruell beast, xv
Who on his necke his bloudie clawes did seize,
That life nigh[275] crusht out of his panting brest:
No powre he had to stirre, nor will to rize.
That when the carefull knight gan well auise,