Vii

Yet goodly court he made still to his Dame, Pourd° out in loosnesse on the grassy grownd, Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame: Till at the last he heard a dreadfull sownd, Which through the wood loud bellowing did rebownd, That all the earth for terrour seemd to shake, And trees did tremble. Th' Elfe therewith astownd, Upstarted lightly from his looser make,° And his unready weapons gan in hand to take.