But the bold child that perill well espying, xxxii If he too rashly to his charet drew, Gaue way vnto his horses speedie flying, And their resistlesse rigour did eschew. Yet as he passed by, the Pagan threw A shiuering dart with so impetuous force, That had he not it shun’d with heedfull vew, It had himselfe transfixed, or his horse, Or made them both one masse withouten more remorse. Oft drew the Prince vnto his charret nigh, xxxiii In hope some stroke to fasten on him neare; But he was mounted in his seat so high, And his wingfooted coursers him did beare So fast away, that ere his readie speare He could aduance, he farre was gone and past. Yet still he him did follow euery where, And followed was of him likewise full fast; So long as in his steedes the flaming breath did last. Againe the Pagan threw another dart, xxxiv Of which he had with him abundant store, On euery side of his embatteld cart, And of all other weapons lesse or more, Which warlike vses had deuiz’d of yore. The wicked shaft guyded through th’ayrie wyde, By some bad spirit, that it to mischiefe bore, Stayd not, till through his curat it did glyde, And made a griesly wound in his enriuen side. Much was he grieued with that haplesse throe, xxxv That opened had the welspring of his blood; But much the more that to his hatefull foe He mote not come, to wreake his wrathfull mood. That made him raue, like to a Lyon wood, Which being wounded of the huntsmans hand Can not come neare him in the couert wood, Where he with boughes hath built his shady stand, And fenst himselfe about with many a flaming brand. Still when he sought t’approch vnto him ny, xxxvi His charret wheeles about him whirled round, And made him backe againe as fast to fly; And eke his steedes like to an hungry hound, That hunting after game hath carrion found, So cruelly did him pursew and chace, That his good steed, all were he much renound For noble courage, and for hardie race, Durst not endure their sight, but fled from place to place. Thus long they trast, and trauerst to and fro, xxxvii Seeking by euery way to make some breach, Yet could the Prince not nigh vnto him goe, That one sure stroke he might vnto him reach, Whereby his strengthes assay he might him teach. At last from his victorious shield he drew The vaile, which did his powrefull light empeach; And comming full before his horses vew, As they vpon him prest, it plaine to them did shew.