And for no man hardely let hym spare
To blowe bararag[1556] tyll bothe his eyne stare.
Skelton Poeta.
Forthwith there rose amonge the thronge
A wonderfull noyse, and on euery syde
They presid in faste; some thought they were to longe;
Sume were to hasty, and wold no man byde;
Some whispred, some rownyd, some spake, and some cryde, 250
With heuynge and shouynge, haue in and haue oute;
Some ranne the nexte way, sume ranne abowte.