[381] I think she. ib.
[382] The Authoure.
When Manlius had thus endid quite his tale,
He vanishte out of sight as did the reste;
And I perceiued straight a persone pale,
Whose throte was torne and blodied all his breste:
“Shall I” (quoth he) “for audience make requeste,
No sure it nedes not, straunge it semes to thee,
What he that beares this rentid corps should bee.
“Wherefore I deeme thou canst not chuse but bide,