Did sharpen them, and in fresh poyson steepe:
Yet he past on, and seem’d of them to take no keepe.
But Talus hearing her so lewdly raile, xliii
And speake so ill of him, that well deserued,
Would her haue chastiz’d with his yron flaile,
If her Sir Artegall had not preserued,
And him forbidden, who his heast obserued.
So much the more at him still did she scold,
And stones did cast, yet he for nought would swerue
From his right course, but still the way did hold