The more did she pursue her lewd intent,
And rayl’d and rag’d, till she had all her poyson spent.
At last when they were passed out of sight, xxxvi
Yet she did not her spightfull speach forbeare,
But after them did barke, and still backbite,
Though there were none her hatefull words to heare:
Like as a curre doth felly bite and teare
The stone, which passed straunger at him threw;
So she them seeing past the reach of eare,
Against the stones and trees did rayle anew,