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As sauage Bull whom two fierce mastiues bait, When rancor doth with rage him once ingore, Forgets with warie ward them to await But with his dreadfull hornes them driues afore, Or flings aloft, or treads downe in the floore, Breathing out wrath, and bellowing disdaine, That all the forrest quakes to heare him rore,
So ragde Prince Arthur twixt his foe-men twaine, That neither could his mighty puissance sustaine. Edm Spen.
Looke what a noyse an heard of sauage swine Doe make, when as the Wolfe a pig doth take That doth in all theyr hearings cry and whine, Flocking about as nature hath them taught: So doe these souldiours murmure and repine To see theyr Captaine thus to mischiefe brought: And with great fury they doe set vpon him, All with one voyce, still crying on him, on him. I. Harr.
As when within the soft and spungie soyle The winde doth pierce the intrailes of the earth, Where hurly bu••ly with a restlesse coyle, Shakes all the centre, wanting issue forth, Tell with the tumour townes & mountaines tremble, Euen such a meteor doth theyr rage resemble. M. Drayton.
As when a Comet farre and wide descride In scorne of Phaebus midst bright heauen doth shine, And tydings sad of death and mischiefe brings, So shond the Pagan in bright armour clad, And rold his eyes. Ed. Fairefax.
Like as a Bull when prickt with iealousie, He spies the riuall of his hote desire, Through all the fields doth bellow, rore, and cry, And with his thundring voyce augments his ire: And threatning battaile to the emptie skie, Teares with his horne each plant, each bush, each brier,
And with his foote cast's vp his hand on hight, Defying his strong foe to deadly fight, Such was the Pagans fury, such his cry. Idem.
Like as a Goshauke that in foote doth beare A trembling Culuer, hauing spyde on hight An Eagle that with plumy wings doth sheare The subtile ayre, stooping with all his might The quarry throwes to ground with fell despight, And to the battaile doth herselfe prepare: So ranne the Giantesse vnto the fight; Her fiery eyes with furious sparks did stare, And with blasphemous bans, high God in peeces tar•• Edm. Spencer.
As Lyons meete, or Bulls in pastures greene With teeth and hornes, and staine with blood the field, Such eager fight these warriours was betweene, And eythers speare had peirst the others shield. I. Harr.
Like as with equall rage, and equall might Two aduerse windes combate with billowes proud, And neyther yeeld, seas, skies maintaine like fight, Waue against waue opposd, and clowde to clowde, So warre both sides with obstinate despight, With like reuenge, and neither partie bowd, Fronting each other with confounding blowes, No wound one sword vnto the other owes. Sam. Daniell.
With equall rage as when the Southerne-winde Meeteth in battaile through the Northerne blast, The sea and ayre to weather is resignde
But clowd gainst clowd, & waue gainst waue they past: So from this skirmish neither part declind, But fought it out, and keepes theyr footings fast, And oft with furious shock together rush, And shield gainst shield, & helme gainst helme they crush. Ed. Fairefax. transl.
Such was theyr furie as when Boreas teares The shattered crags from Taurus Northerne clift, Vpon theyr helmes theyr Launces long they broke, And vp to heauen flew splinters, sparks, & smoake. Idem.
As when two Tygers prickt with hungers rage Haue by good fortune found some beasts fresh spoile, On which they weene theyr famine to asswage, And gaine a feastfull guerdon of theyr toyle, Both falling out, doe stirre vp strifefull broyle, And cruell battaile twixt themselues doe make, Whilst neither lets the other touch the soile But eyther sdeignes with other to pertake, So cruelly those Knights stroue for that Ladies sake. Edm. Spencer.
From out his fearefull eyes two fierie beames More sharpe then poynts of needles did proceed, Shooting forth farre away two flaming streames Full of sad power that poysonous baite did breed To all that within lookt without good heede, And secretly his enemies did slay: Like as the Basiliske of Serpents seede From painfull eyes close venome doth conuay Into the lookers hart, and killeth farre away. Idem.
As when a Dolphin and a Sele are met In the wide champion of the Ocean plaine, With cruell chafe theyr courages they whet, The maisterdome of each by force to gaine, And dreadfull battaile twixt them doe darraine: They snuffe, they snort, they bounce, they rage, they rore That all the Sea disturbed with theyr traine Doth frie with foame aboue the surges hore, Such was betwixt these two the troublesome vprore. Ed. Spencer.
As when the fierie mounted steedes which drew The sunnes bright waine, to Phactons decay, Soone as they did the monstrous Scorpions view With vgly crapples crawling in theyr way, The sight thereof did them so sore affray, That their well knowne courses they forewent: And leading the 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 steedes, Soone as the infants sunlike shield they saw. Idem.
Like as the cursed sonne of Theseus, That following his chace in dewie morne, To flie his stepdames loue outragious, 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 woodie Nimphs did waile and mourne: So was the Soldane rapt and all to rent, That of his shape appeard no little moniment. Idem.
Like raging Iuno, when with knife in hand Shee threw her husbands murthered infant out, Or fell Medea when on Colchicke strand Her brothers bones she scattered round about, Or as that madding mother mongst the rout Of Bacchus priests, her owne deere flesh did teare: Yet neyther Iuno nor Medea stout, Nor all the Menades so furious were, As this bold woman when she saw the damsell there. Idem.
As the heate hidden in a watry clowde, Striuing for issue with strange murmures loud, Like gunnes astuns, with round-round-rumbling thun∣der, Filling the ayre with noyse, the earth with wonder, So the three sisters, the three hidious rages, Raise thousand stormes, leauing th'infernall stages. I. Siluester.