And all the way she wets with flowing teares:
But he enrag'd with rancor, nothing heares.
Her servile beast yet would not leave her so,
But followes her farre off, ne ought he feares,
To be partaker of her wandring woe,
More mild in beastly kind, then that her beastly foe.
CANTO IV
To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa
guides the faithfull knight,
Where brother's death to wreak Sansjoy