And toste the erlie farr off to the grounde:
The erlie’s squier then a swerde did sticke
Into his harte, a dedlie ghastlie wounde;
And downe he felle upon the crymson pleine,
Upon Chatillion’s soulless corse of claie.”
In the second Battle of Hastings are these lines:
“But as he drewe his bowe devoid of arte,
“So it came down upon Troyvillain’s horse;
“Deep thro hys hatchments wente the pointed floe;
“Now here, now there, with rage bleedinge he rounde doth goe.