Like lightening flash, that hath the gazer burned, xxxviii So did the sight thereof their sense dismay, That backe againe vpon themselues they turned, And with their ryder ranne perforce away: Ne could the Souldan them from flying stay, With raynes, or wonted rule, as well he knew. Nought feared they, what he could do, or say, But th’onely feare, that was before their vew; From which like mazed deare, dismayfully they flew. Fast did they fly, as them their feete could beare, xxxix High ouer hilles, and lowly ouer dales, As they were follow’d of their former feare. In vaine the Pagan bannes, and sweares, and rayles, And backe with both his hands vnto him hayles The resty raynes, regarded now no more: He to them calles and speakes, yet nought auayles; They heare him not, they haue forgot his lore, But go, which way they list, their guide they haue forlore. As when the firie-mouthed steeds, which drew xl The Sunnes bright wayne to _Phaetons_ decay, Soone as they did the monstrous Scorpion vew, With vgly craples crawling in their way, The dreadfull sight did them so sore affray, That their well knowen[328] courses they forwent, And leading th’euer-burning lampe astray, This lower world nigh all to ashes brent, And left their scorched path yet in the firmament. Such was the furie of these head-strong steeds, xli Soone as the infants sunlike shield they saw, That all obedience both to words and deeds They quite forgot, and scornd all former law; Through woods, and rocks, and mountaines they did draw The yron charet, and the wheeles did teare, And tost the Paynim, without feare or awe; From side to side they tost him here and there, Crying to them in vaine, that nould his crying heare. Yet still the Prince pursew’d him close behind, xlii Oft making offer him to smite, but found No easie meanes according to his mind. At last they haue all ouerthrowne to ground Quite topside turuey, and the pagan hound Amongst the yron hookes and graples keene, Torne all to rags, and rent with many a wound, That no whole peece of him was to be seene, But scattred all about, and strow’d vpon the greene. Like as the cursed sonne of _Theseus_, xliii That following his chace in dewy morne, To fly his stepdames loues outrageous, Of his owne steedes was all to peeces torne, And his faire limbs left in the woods forlorne; That for his sake _Diana_ did lament, And all the wooddy Nymphes did wayle and mourne. So was this Souldan rapt and all to rent, That of his shape appear’d no litle moniment.