...be heard: the dint therof was drownde: Ye would have thought him speaking still with open mouth: but sound Did none forth passe: there was for speache no passage to be found. Rebuking them cries Eryx : Sirs, it is not Gorgons face, It is your owne faint heartes that make you stonie in this case. Come let us on this fellow run and to the ground him beare That feightes by witchcraft: as with that...