...ere comes besmerde with blood About the chappes a Lionesse all foming from the wood From slaughter lately made of kine to staunch hir bloudie thurst With water of the foresaid spring. Whome Thisbe spying furst, Afarre by moonelight, thereupon with fearfull steppes gan flie, And in a darke and yrkesome cave did hide hirselfe thereby. And as she fled away for hast she let hir mantle fall ...