And stroke the din within our eares so deepe,
As, halfe distraught, vnto the ground I fell,
Besought retourne, and not to visite hell.
29.
But shee, forthwith, vplifting mee a pace,
Remoude my dread, and, with a stedfast minde,
Bad mee come on, for here was now the place,
The place where wee our trauail’s end[1521] should finde:
Wherewith I rose,[1522] and to the place assignde
Astoinde I stalkt, when strayght wee approached nere