The second day, so soone as morrow light vii Appear’d in heauen, into the field they came, And there all day continew’d cruell fight, With diuers fortune fit for such a game, In which all stroue with perill to winne fame. Yet whether side was victor, note be ghest: But at the last the trompets did proclame That _Marinell_ that day deserued best. So they disparted were, and all men went to rest. The third day came, that should due tryall lend viii Of all the rest, and then this warlike crew Together met, of all to make an end. There _Marinell_ great deeds of armes did shew; And through the thickest like a Lyon flew, Rashing off helmes, and ryuing plates a sonder, That euery one his daunger did eschew. So terribly his dreadfull strokes did thonder, That all men stood amaz’d, and at his might did wonder. But what on earth can alwayes happie stand? ix The greater prowesse greater perils find. So farre he past amongst his enemies band, That they haue him enclosed so behind, As by no meanes he can himselfe outwind. And now perforce they haue him prisoner taken; And now they doe with captiue bands him bind; And now they lead him thence, of all forsaken, Vnlesse some succour had in time him ouertaken. It fortun’d whylest they were thus ill beset, x Sir _Artegall_ into the Tilt-yard came, With _Braggadochio_, whom he lately met Vpon the way, with that his snowy Dame. Where when he vnderstood by common fame, What euill hap to _Marinell_ betid, He much was mou’d at so vnworthie shame, And streight that boaster prayd, with whom he rid, To change his shield with him, to be the better hid. So forth he went, and soone them ouer hent, xi Where they were leading _Marinell_ away, Whom he assayld with dreadlesse hardiment, And forst the burden of their prize to stay. They were an hundred knights of that array; Of which th’one halfe vpon himselfe did set, The other[270] stayd behind to gard the pray. But he ere long the former fiftie bet; And from the other[271] fiftie soone the prisoner fet. So backe he brought Sir _Marinell_ againe; xii Whom hauing quickly arm’d againe anew, They both together ioyned might and maine, To set afresh on all the other crew. Whom with sore hauocke soone they ouerthrew, And chaced quite out of the field, that none Against them durst his head to perill shew. So were they left Lords of the field alone: So _Marinell_ by him was rescu’d from his fone.