But now, this off-scum of that cursed fry, xxx
Dare to renew the like bold enterprize,
And chalenge th’heritage of this our skie;
Whom what should hinder, but that we likewise
Should handle as the rest of her allies,
And thunder-driue to hell? With that, he shooke
His Nectar-deawed locks, with which the skyes
And all the world beneath for terror quooke,
And eft his burning levin-brond in hand he tooke.
But, when he looked on her louely face, xxxi