In which he swam, and ranne to his redresse.
There her assayling fiercely fresh, he raught her
Such an huge stroke, that it of sence distraught her:
And had she not it warded warily,
It had depriu’d her mother of a daughter.
Nathlesse for all the powre she did apply,
It made her stagger oft, and stare with ghastly eye.
Like to an Eagle in his kingly pride, xlii
Soring through his wide Empire of the aire,
To weather his brode sailes, by chaunce hath spide