That from his force seemes nought may it defend;
The warie fowle that spies him toward bend[54]
His dreadfull souse, auoydes it[55] shunning light,
And maketh him his wing in vaine to spend;
That with the weight of his owne weeldlesse might,
He falleth nigh to ground, and scarse recouereth flight.
Which faire adventure when Cambello spide, xx
Full lightly, ere himselfe he could recower[56],
From daungers dread to ward his naked side,
He can let driue at him with all his power,