She came of her accord, in spight of all his fone.
Which when they all beheld they chaft[93] and rag’d, xxvii
And woxe nigh mad for very harts despight,
That from reuenge their willes they scarse asswag’d:
Some thought from him her to haue reft by might;
Some proffer made with him for her to fight.
But he nought car’d for all that they could say:
For he their words as wind esteemed light.
Yet not fit place he thought it there to stay,
But secretly from thence that night her bore away.