The hindmost in the gate he ouerhent,
And as he pressed in, him there did slay:
His carkasse tumbling on the threshold, sent
His groning soule vnto her place of punishment.
The other which was entred, laboured fast xxxvii
To sperre the gate; but that same lumpe of clay,
Whose grudging ghost was thereout fled and past,[360]
Right in the middest of the threshold lay,
That it the Posterne did from closing stay:
The whiles the Prince hard[361] preased in betweene,