IV
Soone after comes the cruell Sarazin,
In woven maile[°] all armed warily,
And sternly lookes at him, who not a pin
Does care for looke of living creatures eye.
They bring them wines of Greece and Araby,[°]
And daintie spices fetcht from furthest Ynd,[°]
To kindle heat of corage privily:
And in the wine a solemne oth they bynd