Iii

So with the Squire, th' admirer of his might, He marched forth towards that castle wall; Whose gates he found fast shut, ne living wight To ward the same, nor answere commers call. Then tooke that Squire an horne° of bugle small. Which hong adowne his side in twisted gold And tassels gay. Wyde wonders over all Of that same hornes great vertues weren told, Which had approved bene in uses manifold.