Yet charge of them was to a Porter hight
Cald Malvenù,[°] who entrance none denide:
Thence to the hall, which was on every side
With rich array and costly arras dight:
Infinite sorts of people did abide
There waiting long, to win the wished sight
Of her that was the Lady of that Pallace bright.
VII
By them they passe, all gazing on them round,