That shall ye euermore renowmed make,
Aboue all knights on earth, that batteill vndertake.
And pointing forth, lo yonder is (said she) iii[363]
The brasen towre in which my parents deare
For dread of that huge feend emprisond be,[364]
Whom I from far[365] see on the walles appeare,
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare:
And on the top of all I do espye
The watchman wayting tydings glad to heare,
That O my parents might I happily