The flames vpspring,[1555] and cruelly they creepe From wall to roofe, till all to cinders waste, Some fyre the houses where the wretches sleepe, Some rush in here, some run in there as fast: In euery where or sword, or fyre, they tast: The walls are torne, the towers whourld to the ground, There is no mischiefe, but may there bee found. 67. _Cassandra_ yet there sawe I how they haled From _Pallas_ house, with spercled tresse vndone, Her wrists fast bound, and with _Greekes_[1556] rout empaled: And _Priam_ eke, in vayne how hee did ronne To arms, whom _Pyrrhus_ with dispite hath donne To cruell death, and bathde him in the bayne Of his sonne’s bloud, before the altare slayne. 68. But how can I descriue the dolefull sight, That in the shield so liuely[1557] fayre did shine? Sith in this world, I thinke was neuer wight Could haue set forth the halfe, not halfe so fyne: I can no more, but tell how there is seene Fayre Ilium fall in burning red gledes downe, And, from the soile, great _Troy_, _Neptunus’_ towne. 69. Here from when scarce I could mine[1558] eyes withdrawe That fylde with teares as doth the springing well, We passed on so far forth till we sawe Rude _Acheron_, a lothsome lake to tell, That boyles and bubs vp swelth as blacke as hell, Where griesly _Charon_, at theyr fixed tyde, Still ferries ghostes vnto the farder side. 70. The aged god no sooner _Sorrow_ spyed, But, hasting straight vnto the bancke apace, With hollowe call vnto the rout hee cryed, To swarue apart, and gieue the goddesse place: Strayt it was done, when to the shoare wee pace, Where, hand in hand as wee than linked fast, Within the boate[1559] wee are together plaste. 71. And forth wee launch full fraughted to the brinke, Whan, with th’vnwonted[1560] waight, the rusty keele Began to cracke as if the same should sinke, Wee hoyse vp maste and sayle, that in a while Wee fet the shoare, where scarsely wee had while For to ariue, but that wee heard anone A three sound barke confounded all in one. 72. Wee had not long forth past, but that wee sawe Blacke _Cerberus_, the hydeous hound of hell, With bristles reard, and with a three mouth’d jawe, Foredinning th’ayre[1561] with his horrible yell: Out of the deepe darke caue where hee did dwell, The goddesse straight hee knewe, and, by and by, Hee peast, and couched, while[1562] that wee past by.[1563] 73.