Which doen the doughty chalenger came forth, vi
All arm’d to point his chalenge to abet:
Gainst whom Sir Priamond with equall worth,[47]
And equall armes himselfe did forward set.
A trompet blew; they both together met,
With dreadfull force, and furious intent,
Carelesse of perill in their fiers affret,
As if that life to losse they had forelent,
And cared not to spare, that should be shortly spent.
Right practicke was Sir Priamond in fight, vii