Of the edict she remembered her, and knew Her peril, save the foe was quickly sped:
For if she took not in one day nor slew Her claimant, she was taken; and his head Phoebus was now about to hide from view, Nigh Hercules' pillars, in his watery bed, When first she 'gan misdoubt her power to cope With the strong foe, and to abandon hope.
