Who in her self-resemblance well beseene,[°]
Did seeme such, as she was, a goodly maiden Queene.
IX
And after, all the raskall many[°] ran,
Heaped together in rude rablement,
To see the face of that victorious man:
Whom all admired, as from heaven sent,
And gazd upon with gaping wonderment.
But when they came where that dead Dragon lay,