And now by this Sir Calepine, so hight, xxvii
Came to the place, where he his Lady found
In dolorous dismay and deadly plight,
All in gore bloud there tumbled on the ground,
Hauing both sides through grypt with griesly wound.
His weapons soone from him he threw away,
And stouping downe to her in drery swound,
Vprear’d her from the ground whereon she lay,
And in his tender armes her forced vp to stay.
So well he did his busie paines apply, xxviii