The yron walles to ward their blowes are weake and fraile.
The Sarazin was stout, and wondrous strong, vii
And heaped blowes like yron hammers great:
For after bloud and vengeance he did long.
The knight was fiers, and full of youthly heat:
And doubled strokes, like dreaded thunders threat:
For all for prayse and honour he did fight.
Both stricken strike, and beaten both do beat,
That from their shields forth flyeth firie light,
And helmets hewen[176] deepe, shew marks of eithers might.