My King and hers, with me, gaynst her prepar’d An army strong, but when they came to fight, Dame _Guendoline_ did wax at length to hard, And of our King vs both deposed quight, For from her campe an arrowe sharp did light Upon his brest, and made him leaue his breath: Lo thus the[288] King came by vntimely death. 30. Then I to late began in vayne to flye, And taken was presented to the Queene, Who me beheld with cruell _Tigers_[289] eie. “O queane (quoth shee) that cause of warres hast beene, And deadly hate, the like was neuer seene, Come on, for these my handes shall ridde thy life. And take reuengement of our mortall strife. 31. “I longed long to bring thee to this bay,[290] And thou likewise hast sought to suck my bloud: Now art thou taken in my spoyles a pray, That caus’d my life full long in daunger stood. I will both teach thy selfe and others good, To breake the bandes of faithfull wedlocke plight, And geue thee that which thou deseruest right. 32. “O harlot whoare, why should I stay my handes? O paynted picture, shall thy lookes thee saue? Nay, binde her fast both hande and foote in bandes, And let her some straunge kinde of torments haue. What strompet stues, think’st, for thou seemest braue,[291] Or for thy tears, or sighes, to scape my sight? My selfe will rather vanquishe thee by fight. 33. “Thou rather should’st my vitall breath depriue Then euer scape, if none were here but wee, But now I will not file my handes to striue, Or else to touch so vile a drabe as shee. Come on at once, and bring her after me, With hand and feete (as I commaunded) bound, And let me see her here, as _Humber_, drown’d.” 34. A thousand thinges beside shee spake in rage, While that a caitiffe did with cords me binde. No teares, nor sobbes, nor sighes, might ought asswage The gelous Queene or mollifie her minde. Occasions still her franticke head did finde, And when shee spake her eyes did leame[292] as fire, Shee lookt as pale as chalke, with wrathfull ire. 35. Ne stoode shee still, but fearcely me defide, Raung’d vp and downe, and oft her palmes shee strooke. “_Locrinus_ now (quoth shee) had not thus dide, If such an harlot whoare hee had not tooke.” And therewithall shee gaue a _Tiger’s_ looke,[293] That made me quake: “What lettes (quoth shee) my knife To ridde this whore, my husbande’s second wife. H’is dead, I liue, and shall I saue her life?” 36.