And gainst me gaue a iudgement full of feare.
70.
For loe, eftsoones, a thousand hellish hags
Leauing th’abode of their infernall cell,
Seasing on me, my hatefull bodie drags
From forth my bed into a place like hell,
Where feends did naught but bellow, howle and yell,
Who in sterne strife stood gainst each other bent,
Who should my hatefull bodie most torment.
71.