And fortune seeks by storms in heavens and earth,
What pageants[281] she may play for my behoof:
Of whom she knows she then deserves not well,
When (ling’ring ought) she comes not at the first.
Thus said, rejoicing at his dauntless mind,
They all reviv’d and former fear recoil’d,
By that the light of Titan’s troubled beams
Had piercing scattered down the drooping fogs,
And greeted both the camps with mutual view.
Their choler swells, whiles fell-disposed minds