Whylest vnderneath her feete, there as she sate,
An huge great Lyon lay, that mote appall
An hardie courage, like captiued thrall,
With a strong yron chaine and coller bound,
That once he could not moue, nor quich at all;
Yet did he murmure with rebellious[340] sound,
And softly royne, when saluage choler gan redound.
So sitting high in dreaded souerayntie, xxxiv
Those two strange knights were to her presence brought;
Who bowing low before her Maiestie,