At length they spide, where towards them with speed xxxviii
A Squire came gallopping, as he would flie;[146]
Bearing a litle Dwarfe before his steed,
That all the way full loud for aide did crie,
That seem’d his shrikes would rend the brasen skie:
Whom after did a mightie man pursew,
Ryding vpon a Dromedare on hie,
Of stature huge, and horrible of hew,
That would haue maz’d a man his dreadfull face to vew.
For from his fearefull eyes two fierie beames, xxxix