With furious rage, as if she had intended
Out of his breast the very heart haue rended:
But he that had like tempests often tride,
From that first flaw him selfe right well defended.
The more she rag’d, the more he did abide;
She hewd, she foynd, she lasht, she laid on euery side.
Yet still her blowes he bore, and her forbore, vii
Weening at last to win aduantage new;
Yet still her crueltie increased more,
And though powre faild, her courage did accrew,