Her wrists fast bound, and with Greekes[1556] rout empaled:
And Priam eke, in vayne how hee did ronne
To arms, whom Pyrrhus with dispite hath donne
To cruell death, and bathde him in the bayne
Of his sonne’s bloud, before the altare slayne.
68.
But how can I descriue the dolefull sight,
That in the shield so liuely[1557] fayre did shine?
Sith in this world, I thinke was neuer wight
Could haue set forth the halfe, not halfe so fyne: