Lo faitour there thy meede vnto thee take, xi The meede of thy mischalenge and abet: Not for thine owne, but for thy sisters sake, Haue I thus long thy life vnto thee let: But to forbeare doth not forgiue the det. The wicked weapon heard his wrathfull vow, And passing forth with furious affret, Pierst through his beuer quite into his brow, That with the force it backward forced him to bow. Therewith a sunder in the midst it brast, xii And in his hand nought but the troncheon left, The other halfe behind yet sticking fast, Out of his headpeece _Cambell_ fiercely reft, And with such furie backe at him it heft, That making way vnto his dearest life, His weasand pipe it through his gorget cleft: Thence streames of purple bloud issuing rife, Let forth his wearie ghost and made an end of strife. His wearie ghost assoyld from fleshly band, xiii Did not as others wont, directly fly Vnto her rest in Plutoes griesly land, Ne into ayre did vanish presently, Ne chaunged was into a starre in sky: But through traduction was eftsoones deriued, Like as his mother prayd the Destinie, Into his other brethren, that suruiued, In whom he liu’d a new, of former life depriued. Whom when on ground his brother next beheld, xiv Though sad and sorie for so heauy sight, Yet leaue vnto his sorrow did not yeeld, But rather stird to vengeance and despight, Through secret feeling of his generous spright, Rusht fiercely forth, the battell to renew, As in reuersion of his brothers right; And chalenging the Virgin as his dew. His foe was soone addrest: the trompets freshly blew. With that they both together fiercely met, xv As if that each ment other to deuoure; And with their axes both so sorely bet, That neither plate nor mayle, whereas their powre They felt, could once sustaine the hideous stowre, But riued were like rotten wood a sunder, Whilest through their rifts the ruddie bloud did showre And fire did flash, like lightning after thunder, That fild the lookers on attonce with ruth and wonder. As when two Tygers prickt with hungers rage, xvi Haue by good fortune found some beasts fresh spoyle, On which they weene their famine to asswage, And gaine a feastfull guerdon of their toyle, Both falling out doe stirre vp strifefull broyle, And cruell battell twixt themselues doe make, Whiles neither lets the other touch the soyle, But either sdeignes with other to partake: So cruelly these Knights stroue for that Ladies sake.