And read her sorrow in her count'nance sad;
Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad,
And rustick horror[°] all a side doe lay;
And gently grenning, show a semblance glad
To comfort her, and feare to put away,
Their backward bent knees[°] teach her humbly to obay.
XII
The doubtfull Damzell dare not yet commit
Her single person to their barbarous truth;[°]