But full of fire and greedy hardiment,8 The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, But forth unto the darksom hole he went, And looked in: his glistring armor made 121 Amid the thickest woods. The champion A litle glooming light, much like a shade, stout By which he saw the ugly monster plaine, Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide, But th' other halfe did womans shape retaine, 125 Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.9 |