Was nodding fast and bellowing through the nose.
His armèd brow fell down; and lighting right
His antlers did the marching god unsight.
Mars fumed, the gods laughed out, the spheres did shake,
470At which shrill noise I starting did awake,
And looking up (East having oped his doors)
Amazèd I beheld a troop of scores,
And wond'ring, thought they'd been ale-debts, but found
I them had chalkèd in my dreaming swound.
I trow not the decree: 'twas Vulcan's fault—