Then ere his hand he reard, he ouerthrew xli Seuen Knights one after other as they came: And when his speare was brust, his sword he drew, The instrument of wrath, and with the same Far’d like a lyon in his bloodie game, Hewing, and slashing shields, and helmets bright, And beating downe, what euer nigh him came, That euery one gan shun his dreadfull sight, No lesse then death it selfe, in daungerous affright. Much wondred all men, what, or whence he came, xlii That did amongst the troupes so tyrannize; And each of other gan inquire his name. But when they could not learne it by no wize, Most answerable to his wyld disguize It seemed, him to terme the saluage knight. But certes his right name was otherwize, Though knowne to few, that _Arthegall_ he hight, The doughtiest knight that liv’d that day, and most of might. Thus was Sir _Satyrane_ with all his band xliii By his sole manhood and atchieuement stout Dismayd, that none of them in field durst stand, But beaten were, and chased all about. So he continued all that day throughout, Till euening, that the Sunne gan downward bend. Then rushed forth out of the thickest rout A stranger knight, that did his glorie shend: So nought may be esteemed happie till the end. He at his entrance charg’d his powrefull speare xliv At _Artegall_, in middest of his pryde, And therewith smote him on his Vmbriere So sore, that tombling backe, he downe did slyde Ouer his horses taile aboue a stryde; Whence litle lust he had to rise againe. Which _Cambell_ seeing, much the same enuyde, And ran at him with all his might and maine; But shortly was likewise seene lying on the plaine. Whereat full inly wroth was _Triamond_ xlv And cast t’auenge[83] the shame doen to his freend: But by his friend himselfe eke soone he fond, In no lesse neede of helpe, then him he weend. All which when _Blandamour_ from end to end Beheld, he woxe therewith displeased sore, And thought in mind it shortly to amend: His speare he feutred, and at him it bore; But with no better fortune, then the rest afore. Full many others at him likewise ran: xlvi But all of them likewise dismounted were, Ne certes wonder; for no powre of man Could bide the force of that enchaunted speare, The which this famous _Britomart_ did beare; With which she wondrous deeds of arms atchieued, And ouerthrew, what euer came her neare, That all those stranger knights full sore agrieued, And that late weaker band of chalengers relieued.