With hand and feete (as I commaunded) bound,
And let me see her here, as Humber, drown’d.”
34.
A thousand thinges beside shee spake in rage,
While that a caitiffe did with cords me binde.
No teares, nor sobbes, nor sighes, might ought asswage
The gelous Queene or mollifie her minde.
Occasions still her franticke head did finde,
And when shee spake her eyes did leame[292] as fire,
Shee lookt as pale as chalke, with wrathfull ire.