He to him leapt, and that same enuious gage
Of victors glory from him snatcht away:
But th’Elfin knight, which ought that warlike wage,
Disdaind to loose[158] the meed he wonne in fray,
And him rencountring[159] fierce, reskewd the noble pray.
Therewith they gan to hurtlen[160] greedily, xl
Redoubted battaile ready to darrayne,
And clash their shields, and shake their swords[161] on hy,
That with their sturre they troubled all the traine;
Till that great Queene vpon eternall paine