It fortuned out of thickest wood
A ramping Lyon rushed suddainly,
Hunting full greedie after salvage blood:
Soone as the royall virgin he did spy,
With gaping mouth at her ran greedily
To haue attonce deuour’d her tender corse:
But to the pray when as he drew more ny,
his bloudie rage asswaged with remorse,
And with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse.
(Book 1, Canto III, 5)

…The lyon would not leaue her desolate…
(Book 1, Canto III, 9)