They vp againe them selues can lightly reare, xxix And to their tryed swords them selues betake; With which they wrought such wondrous maruels there, That all the rest it did amazed make, Ne any dar’d their perill to partake; Now cuffling close, now chacing to and fro, Now hurtling round aduantage for to take: As two wild Boares together grapling go, Chaufing and foming choler each against his fo. So as they courst, and turneyd here and theare, xxx It chaunst Sir _Satyrane_ his steed at last, Whether through foundring or through sodein feare To stumble, that his rider nigh he cast; Which vauntage _Cambell_ did pursue so fast, That ere him selfe he had recouered well, So sore he sowst him on the compast creast, That forced him to leaue his loftie sell, And rudely tumbling downe vnder his horse feete fell. Lightly _Cambello_ leapt downe from his steed, xxxi For to haue rent his shield and armes away, That whylome wont to be the victors meed; When all vnwares he felt an hideous sway Of many swords, that lode on him did lay. An hundred knights had him enclosed round, To rescue _Satyrane_ out of his pray; All which at once huge strokes on him did pound, In hope to take him prisoner, where he stood on ground. He with their multitude was nought dismayd, xxxii But with stout courage turnd vpon them all, And with his brondiron round about him layd; Of which he dealt large almes, as did befall: Like as a Lion that by chaunce doth fall Into the hunters toile, doth rage and rore, In royall heart disdaining to be thrall. But all in vaine: for what might one do more? They haue him taken captiue, though it grieue him sore. Whereof when newes to _Triamond_ was brought, xxxiii There as he lay, his wound he soone forgot, And starting vp, streight for his armour sought: In vaine he sought; for there he found it not; _Cambello_ it away before had got: _Cambelloes_ armes therefore he on him threw, And lightly issewd forth to take his lot. There he in troupe found all that warlike crew, Leading his friend away, full sorie to his vew. Into the thickest of that knightly preasse xxxiv He thrust, and smote downe all that was betweene, Caried with feruent zeale, ne did he ceasse, Till that he came, where he had _Cambell_ seene, Like captive thral two other Knights atweene, There he amongst them cruell hauocke makes, That they which lead him, soone enforced beene To let him loose, to saue their proper stakes, Who being freed, from one a weapon fiercely takes.