Then doth he take the spoile of them at will, ix And to his daughter brings, that dwels thereby: Who all that comes doth take, and therewith fill The coffers of her wicked threasury; Which she with wrongs hath heaped vp so hy, That many Princes she in wealth exceedes, And purchast all the countrey lying ny With the reuenue of her plenteous meedes, Her name is _Munera_, agreeing with her deedes. Thereto she is full faire, and rich attired, x With golden hands and siluer feete beside, That many Lords haue her to wife desired: But she them all despiseth for great pride. Now by my life (sayd he) and God to guide, None other way will I this day betake, But by that Bridge, whereas he doth abide: Therefore me thither lead. No more he spake, But thitherward forthright his ready way did make. Vnto the place he came within a while, xi Where on the Bridge he ready armed saw The Sarazin, awayting for some spoile. Who[257] as they to the passage gan to draw, A villaine to them came with scull all raw, That passage money did of them require, According to the custome of their law. To whom he aunswerd wroth, Loe[258] there thy hire; And with that word him strooke, that streight he did expire. Which when the Pagan saw, he wexed wroth, xii And streight him selfe vnto the fight addrest, Ne was Sir _Artegall_ behinde: so both Together ran with ready speares in rest. Right in the midst, whereas they brest to brest Should meete, a trap was letten downe to fall Into the floud: streight leapt the Carle vnblest, Well weening that his foe was falne withall: But he was well aware, and leapt before his fall. There being both together in the floud, xiii They each at other tyrannously flew; Ne ought the water cooled their whot bloud, But rather in them kindled choler new. But there the Paynim, who that vse well knew To fight in water, great aduantage had, That oftentimes him nigh he ouerthrew: And eke the courser, whereuppon he rad, Could swim like to a fish, whiles he his backe bestrad. Which oddes when as Sir _Artegall_ espide, xiv He saw no way, but close with him in hast; And to him driuing strongly downe the tide, Vppon his iron coller griped fast, That with the straint his wesand nigh he brast. There they together stroue and struggled long, Either the other from his steede to cast; Ne euer _Artegall_ his griple strong For any thing wold[259] slacke, but still vppon him hong.