And byting th’earth for very deaths disdaine;
Who with a cloud of night him couering, bore
Downe to the house of dole,[363] his daies there to deplore.
Which when the Lady from the Castle saw, xv
Where she with her two sonnes did looking stand,
She towards him in hast her selfe did draw,
To greet him the good fortune of his hand:
And all the people both of towne and land,
Which there stood gazing from the Citties wall
Vppon these warriours, greedy t’vnderstand,