But _Cambell_ still more strong and greater grew, xxix Ne felt his blood to wast[60], ne powres emperisht, Through that rings vertue, that with vigour new, Still when as he enfeebled was, him cherisht, And all his wounds, and all his bruses guarisht, Like as a withered tree through husbands toyle Is often seene full freshly to haue florisht, And fruitfull apples to haue borne awhile, As fresh as when it first was planted in the soyle. Through which aduantage, in his strength he rose, xxx And smote the other with so wondrous might, That through the seame, which did his hauberk close, Into his throate and life it pierced quight, That downe he fell as dead in all mens sight: Yet dead he was not, yet he sure did die, As all men do, that lose the liuing spright: So did one soule out of his bodie flie Vnto her natiue home from mortall miserie. But nathelesse whilst all the lookers on xxxi Him dead behight, as he to all appeard, All vnawares he started vp anon, As one that had out of a dreame bene reard, And fresh assayld his foe, who halfe affeard Of th’vncouth sight, as he some ghost had seene, Stood still amaz’d, holding his idle sweard; Till hauing often by him stricken beene, He forced was to strike, and saue him selfe from teene. Yet from thenceforth more warily he fought, xxxii As one in feare the Stygian gods t’offend, Ne followd on so fast, but rather sought Him selfe to saue, and daunger to defend, Then life and labour both in vaine to spend. Which _Triamond_ perceiuing, weened sure He gan to faint, toward the battels end, And that he should not long on foote endure, A signe which did to him the victorie assure. Whereof full blith, eftsoones his mightie hand xxxiii He heav’d on high, in mind with that same blow To make an end of all that did withstand: Which _Cambell_ seeing come, was nothing slow Him selfe to saue from that so deadly throw; And at that instant reaching forth his sweard[61] Close vnderneath his shield, that scarce did show, Stroke him, as he his hand to strike vpreard, In th’arm-pit full, that through both sides the wound appeard. Yet still that direfull stroke kept on his way, xxxiv And falling heauie on _Cambelloes_ crest, Strooke him so hugely, that in swowne he lay, And in his head an hideous wound imprest: And sure had it not happily found rest Vpon the brim of his brode plated shield, It would haue cleft his braine downe to his brest. So both at once fell dead vpon the field, And each to other seemd the victorie to yield.