Astonisht stood, as one that had aspide
Infernall furies, with their chaines untide.
Him yet againe, and yet againe bespake
The gentle knight; who nought to him replide,
But trembling every joint did inly quake,
And foltring tongue at last these words seemd forth to shake.
XXV
For Gods deare love, Sir knight, do me not stay;
For loe he comes, he comes fast after mee.