As euer Proteus to himselfe could make:
Sometime a fowle, sometime a fish in lake,
Now like a foxe, now like a dragon fell,
That of himselfe he oft for feare would quake,
And oft would flie away. O who can tell
The hidden power of herbes, and might of Magicke spell?
But now seemde best, the person to put on xi
Of that good knight, his late beguiled guest:
In mighty armes he was yclad anon[78],
And siluer shield[79]: vpon his coward brest