"So God ye speed, and send you good successe; | Which we farre off will here abide to vew."

Loe yonder he, cryde Archimage alowd,
   That wrought the shamefull fact, which I did shew;
   And now he doth himselfe in secret shrowd,
   To flie the vengeance for his outrage dew;
   But vaine:  for ye shall dearely do him rew,
   So God ye speed, and send you good successe;
   Which we farre off will here abide to vew.

     Edmund Spenser, The fairie queene II.i.25.