That region, and fair UNA strove to slay.
Her to protect from that prodigious pest,
The Red Crosse Knight—who lived out Midland way—
Didde, with Prince ARTHURE, travel day by day,
And prodded up that lyon as they strode,
With their speare pointes, as though in jovial play,
To holde fair UNA, who her safety owed,
Unto the puissant beaste whereon she proudlie rode.
Anon they heard a roaring hideous sound
That all the ayre with terror filled wyde,