His cursed life out of her lodge haue rent:
But ere the point arriued, where it ought,
That seuen-fold shield, which he from Guyon brought
He cast betwene to ward the bitter stound:
Through all those foldes the steelehead passage wrought
And through his shoulder pierst; wherwith to ground
He groueling fell, all gored in his gushing wound.
Which when his brother saw, fraught with great griefe xxxiii
And wrath, he to him leaped furiously,
And fowly said, By Mahoune, cursed thiefe,