Nor let me subiect liue, as thus you see,
To pride of barbarous foes, but set me free:”
Thus ended she her plaint, and in sad plight
With piteous lookes departed from my sight.
21.
The phantasie presenting euerie howre
Th’apperance of such thoughts did so excite
My furie ’gainst the foe, that all my powre
I muster’d for the field, and Howel, hight
Of litle Brittaine prince, a valiant knight,