And suffred rash Pyrochles wast his idle might.
At last when as the Sarazin perceiu’d, xlix
How that straunge sword refusd, to serue his need,
But when he stroke most strong, the dint deceiu’d,
He flong it from him, and deuoyd of dreed,
Vpon him lightly leaping without heed,
Twixt his two mighty armes engrasped fast,
Thinking to ouerthrow and downe him tred:
But him in strength and skill the Prince surpast,
And through his nimble sleight did vnder him down cast.