But Radigund her selfe, when she espide xxxix
Sir Terpin, from her direfull doome acquit,
So cruell doale[287] amongst her maides diuide[288],
T’auenge that shame, they did on him commit,
All sodainely enflam’d with furious fit,
Like a fell Lionesse at him she flew,
And on his head-peece him so fiercely smit,
That to the ground him quite she ouerthrew,
Dismayd so with the stroke, that he no colours knew.
Soone as she saw him on the ground to grouell, xl