Where euer that on ground they mote him fynd;
False Archimage prouokt their courage prowd,
And stryfull[695] Atin in their stubborne mynd
Coles of contention and whot vengeance tynd.
Now bene they come, whereas the Palmer sate,
Keeping that slombred corse to him assynd;
Well knew they both his person, sith of late
With him in bloudie armes they rashly did debate.
Whom when Pyrochles saw, inflam’d with rage, xii
That sire he foule bespake, Thou dotard vile,