Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
[♦]The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
45And with my nails digg’d stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem’d me not secure;
[50]So great fear of my name ’mongst them was spread
That they supposed I could rend bars of steel