“Loe, here the wythered and bewytched arme,
That thus is spent by those two sorceresse’ charme:”
And bared his arme and shewed his swynish skinne,
Such cloaks they vse, that seke to clowd their sinne:
But out, alas, it serueth not for the rayne,
To al the house the colour was to playne:
Nature had giuen him many a maymed marke,
And it amonges to note her monstruous warke.
74.
My doubtfull harte distracted this replye: