ABSTRACT
Assoone as Tereus and the Maide togither were a boord, And that their ship from land with Ores was haled on the
foord, The fielde is ours he cride aloude, I have the thing I sought, And up he skipt, so barbrous and so beastly was his thought, J That scarce even there he could forbeare his pleasure to have
wrought. His eye went never off of hir: as when the scarefull Erne 1 With hooked talants 2 trussing up a Hare among the Ferne, Hath laid hir in his nest, from whence the prisoner can not
scape: The ravening fowle with greedie eyes upon his pray doth gape. 660 Now was their journey come to ende: now were they gone a}
for feare, And dreading all things, and with teares demaunding sadly
where Hir sister was, he shet hir up: and therewithall bewraide His wicked lust, and so by force bicause she was a Maide And all alone he vanquisht hir. It booted nought at all That she on sister, or on Sire, or on the Gods did call. 669 She quaketh like the wounded Lambe which from the Wolves
hore teeth New shaken, thinkes hir selfe not safe: or as the Dove that seeth
Hir fethers with hir owne bloud staynde, who shuddring still
doth feare The greedie Hauke that did hir late with griping talants teare.
