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Thereat he roared for exceeding paine, That to have heard great horror would have bred, And scourging th' emptie ayre with his long traine, Through great impatience° of his grieved hed His gorgeous ryder from her loftie sted Would have cast downe, and trod in durtie myre, Had not the Gyant soone her succoured; Who all enrag'd with smart and franticke yre, Came hurtling in full fierce, and forst the knight retyre.