For thy fierce arrowes, them to exercize,
But loe my Lord, my liege, whose warlike name[546]
Is farre renowmd through many bold emprize;
And now in shade he shrowded yonder lies.
She staid: with that he crauld out of his nest,
Forth creeping on his caitiue hands and thies,
And standing stoutly vp, his loftie crest
Did fiercely shake, and rowze, as comming late from rest.
As fearefull fowle, that long in secret caue xxxvi
For dread of soaring hauke her selfe hath hid,