But with thy bloud thou shalt appease the spright
Of Guizor, by thee slaine, and murdred by thy slight.
Strange were the words in Britomartis eare; xxxviii
Yet stayd she not for them, but forward fared,
Till to the perillous Bridge she came, and there
Talus desir’d, that he might haue prepared
The way to her, and those two losels scared.
But she thereat was wroth, that for despight
The glauncing sparkles through her beuer glared,
And from her eies did flash out fiery light,