Over tand front to front

    ill inds the signal blow

    to join ter in mid air:

    So froy Combatants, t hell

    Gre tcood; [ 720 ]

    For never but once more her like

    to meet so great a foe: and no deeds

    had been achievd, whereof all hell had rung,

    t sat

    Fast by e, and kept tal Key, [ 725 ]

    Risn, and cry rusween.

    O Fat intends thy hand, she cryd,

    Against t fury O Son,

    Possesses to bend t mortal Dart

    Against t for whom; [ 730 ]

    For s above and laughe while

    At to execute

    ere ice, bids,

    roy ye both.