And there arresting, readie way did yield,
For bloud to gush forth on the grassie field;
That he for paine himselfe n’ote[51] right vpreare,
But too and fro in great amazement reel’d,
Like an old Oke whose pith and sap is seare,
At puffe of[52] euery storme doth stagger here and theare.
Whom so dismayd when Cambell had espide, x
Againe he droue at him with double might,
That nought mote stay the steele, till in his side
The mortall point most cruelly empight: