Therewith they gan, both furious and fell, xliii To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile Each other bent his enimy to quell, That with their force they perst both plate and maile, And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile, That it would pitty any liuing eie. Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile; But floods of bloud could not them satisfie: Both hungred[225] after death: both chose to win, or die. So long they fight, and fell[226] reuenge pursue, xliv That fainting each, themselues to breathen let, And oft refreshed, battell oft renue: As when two Bores with rancling malice met, Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely fret, Til breathlesse both them selues aside retire, Where foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they whet, And trample th’earth, the whiles they may respire; Then backe to fight againe, new breathed and entire. So fiersly, when these knights had breathed once, xlv They gan to fight returne, increasing more Their puissant force, and cruell rage attonce, With heaped strokes more hugely, then before, That with their drerie wounds and bloudy gore They both deformed, scarsely could be known. By this sad _Vna_ fraught with anguish sore, Led with their noise, which through the aire was thrown,[227] Arriu’d, where they in erth their fruitles bloud had sown. Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin xlvi Espide, he gan reuiue the memory Of his lewd lusts, and late attempted sin, And left the doubtfull battell hastily, To catch her, newly offred to his eie: But _Satyrane_ with strokes him turning, staid, And sternely bad him other businesse plie, Then hunt the steps of pure vnspotted Maid: Wherewith he all enrag’d, these bitter speaches said. O foolish faeries sonne, what furie mad xlvii Hath thee incenst, to hast thy dolefull fate[228]? Were it not better, I that Lady had, Then that thou hadst repented it too late? Most sencelesse man he, that himselfe doth hate, To loue another. Lo then for thine ayd Here take thy louers token on thy pate. So they to[229] fight; the whiles the royall Mayd Fled farre away, of that proud Paynim sore afrayd. But that false _Pilgrim_, which that leasing told, xlviii Being in deed old _Archimage_, did stay In secret shadow, all this to behold, And much reioyced in their bloudy fray: But when he saw the Damsell passe away He left his stond, and her pursewd apace, In hope to bring her to her last decay. But for to tell her lamentable cace, And eke this battels end, will need another place. FOOTNOTES: [207] i 5 in] it _1590 &c._: _corr. F. E._ [208] 8 corage _1590_