And ramd with bullet[239] round, ordaind to kill,
Conceiueth fire, the heauens it doth fill
With thundring noyse, and all the ayre doth choke,
That none can breath, nor see, nor heare at will,
Through smouldry cloud of duskish stincking smoke[240],
That th’onely breath him daunts, who hath escapt the stroke.
So daunted when the Geaunt saw the knight,[241] xiv
His heauie hand he heaued vp on hye,
And him to dust thought to haue battred quight,
Vntill Duessa loud to him gan crye;