Within the wood were dauncing in a rownd,
Whiles old Sylvanus[°] slept in shady arber sownd:
VIII
Who when they heard that pitteous strained voice,
In haste forsooke their rurall meriment,
And ran towards the far rebownded noyce,
To weet, what wight so loudly did lament.
Unto the place they come incontinent:
Whom when the raging Sarazin espide,