Xi

Such fearefull fit assaid her trembling hart, Ne word to speake, ne joynt to move she had: The salvage nation feele her secret smart, And read her sorrow in her count'nance sad; Their frowning forheads with rough hornes yclad, And rustick horror° all a side doe lay; And gently grenning, show a semblance glad To comfort her, and feare to put away, Their backward bent knees° teach her humbly to obay.