endlong

But Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wild forest, and held no path but as wild adventure led him.

And last, between the endlong beams I stretched Stout thongs of ox-hide, dipped in purple dye.

A sigh sent wrong, A kiss that goes astray, A sorrow the years endlong— So they say.

De Lancre concludes his description of the dances (see above, p. 131) by an account of an 'endlong' dance.