Beholding how the thrids of life they span:
And when at last she had beheld her fill,
Trembling in heart, and looking pale and wan,
Her cause of comming she to tell began.
To whom fierce Atropos, Bold Fay, that durst
Come see the secret of the life of man,
Well worthie[43] thou to be of Ioue accurst,
And eke thy childrens thrids to be a sunder burst.
Whereat she sore affrayd, yet her besought l
To graunt her boone, and rigour to abate,