Yea all my page, my footmen fled for feare,
And left me post alone, with heauy cheare.
30.
That cruell Queene of hel, Proserpina,
From foorth whose loynes this fury feare first fled,
Megera’s sighes, no, no, nor Medusa,
Who hath ten thousand snakes about her head,
The fiery flames of hell doth not so dreade
The minde, as feare, which makes man’s hart we see,
To shake, and quake, like leafe of aspen tree.