Nights burning lamp, regarded not her threat,
Ne yielded ought for fauour or for feare;
But with sterne countenaunce and disdainfull cheare,
Bending her horned browes, did put her back:
And boldly blaming her for comming there,
Bade her attonce from heauens coast to pack,
Or at her perill bide the wrathfull Thunders wrack.
Yet nathemore the Giantesse forbare: xiii
But boldly preacing-on, raught forth her hand
To pluck her downe perforce from off her chaire;