And hee so sore with ruthfull[1636] rage distraught,
To thinke vppon the wretch that him betrayed,
Whom erst hee made a gentleman of naught,
That more and more agreued with this[1637] thought,
Hee stormes out sighes, and with redoubled sore,
Stroke with the furies, rageth more and more.
84.
Who so hath seene the bull chased with darts,
And with deepe wounds foregalde and gored so,
Tyll hee, oppressed with the deadly smarts,