Against his will fast bound in yron chaine,
And roring horribly, did him compell
To see the hatefull sunne, that he might tell
To griesly Pluto, what on earth was donne,
And to the other damned ghosts, which dwell
For aye in darkenesse, which day light doth shonne.
So led this Knight his captyue with like conquest wonne.
Yet greatly did the Beast repine at those xxxvi
Straunge bands, whose like till then he neuer bore,
Ne euer any durst till then impose,