Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His chearefull whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups[°]; his mates him pledg around.
XXXII
Such joy made Una, when her knight she found;
And eke th' enchaunter joyous seemd no lesse,
Then the glad marchant, that does vew from ground[°]
His ship farre come from watrie wildernesse,
He hurles out vowes, and Neptune oft doth blesse: