Als of his owne rash hand one wound was to be seene.
Which when she saw, with sodaine glauncing eye, xxxvi
Her noble heart with sight thereof was fild
With deepe disdaine, and great indignity,
That in her wrath she thought them both haue thrild,
With that selfe arrow, which the Carle had kild:
Yet held her wrathfull hand from vengeance sore,
But drawing nigh, ere he her well beheld;
Is this the faith,[127] she said, and said no more,
But turnd her face, and fled away for euermore.