And force ordaynde to worke the wyle he sought.
71.
Frowning he enters, with so chaunged cheare,
As[1452] for mylde May had chopped foule Januere:
And lowring on me with the goggle eye,
The whetted tuske, and furrowed[1453] forehead hye,
His crooked shoulder bristellike set vp.
With frothy iawes, whose foame he chawde and supd,
With angry lookes that flamed as the fyer:
Thus gan at last to grunt the grymest syre.