Well weend he streight, that he should be the same, xxxiii Which tooke in hand her quarrell to maintaine; Ne stayd to aske if it were he by name, But coucht his speare, and ran at him amaine. They bene ymett in middest of the plaine, With so fell fury, and dispiteous forse, That neither could the others stroke sustaine, But rudely rowld to ground both man and horse, Neither of other taking pitty nor remorse. But _Calidore_ vprose againe full light, xxxiv Whiles yet his foe lay fast in sencelesse sound, Yet would he not him hurt, although he might: For shame he weend a sleeping wight to wound. But when _Briana_ saw that drery stound, There where she stood vppon the Castle wall, She deem’d him sure to haue bene dead on ground, And made such piteous mourning therewithall, That from the battlements she ready seem’d to fall. Nathlesse at length him selfe he did vpreare xxxv In lustlesse wise, as if against his will, Ere he had slept his fill, he wakened were, And gan to stretch his limbs; which feeling ill Of his late fall, a while he rested still: But when he saw his foe before in vew, He shooke off luskishnesse, and courage chill Kindling a fresh, gan battell to renew, To proue if better foote then horsebacke would ensew. There then began a fearefull cruell fray xxxvi Betwixt them two, for maystery of might. For both were wondrous practicke in that play, And passing well expert in single fight, And both inflam’d with furious despight: Which as it still encreast, so still increast Their cruell strokes and terrible affright; Ne once for ruth their rigour they releast, Ne once to breath[411] a while their angers tempest ceast. Thus long they trac’d and trauerst to and fro, xxxvii And tryde all waies, how each mote entrance make Into the life of his malignant foe; They hew’d their helmes, and plates asunder brake, As they had potshares bene; for nought mote slake Their greedy vengeaunces, but goary blood, That at the last like to a purple lake Of bloudy gore congeal’d about them stood, Which from their riuen sides forth gushed like a flood. At length it chaunst, that both their hands on hie[412] xxxviii At once did heaue, with all their powre and might, Thinking the vtmost of their force to trie, And proue the finall fortune of the fight: But _Calidore_, that was more quicke of sight, And nimbler handed, then his enemie, Preuented him before his stroke could light, And on the helmet smote him formerlie, That made him stoupe to ground with meeke humilitie.