Vnder his arme, as seeming wondrous glad,
That by his grenning laughter mote farre off be rad.
Which[123] drery sight the gentle Squire espying, xxv
Doth hast to crosse him by the nearest way,
Led with that wofull Ladies piteous crying,
And him assailes with all the might he may,
Yet will not he the louely spoile downe lay,
But with his craggy club in his right hand,
Defends him selfe, and saues his gotten pray.
Yet had it bene right hard him to withstand,