“Come on thy wayes and thou shalt see and here,
“The Britaynes and their doinges what they were.”
And as he led me through the darkes a whyle,
At length wee came into a goodly hall,
At th’ ende wherof there seemde a duskish Ile:
Out of the which hee gan the Britaynes call,
Such only as from Fortune’s hap did fall:
Which when he called thryce, me seemde to heare,
The doores to cracke from whence they should appeare.
And thryce I shrinkte aside and shund the sight: