And with mad mood againe vpon him flew,
Regarding neither speare, that mote him slay,
Nor his fierce steed, that mote him much dismay,
The saluage nation doth all dread despize:
Tho on his shield he griple hold did lay,
And held the same so hard, that by no wize
He could him force to loose, or leaue his enterprize.
Long did he wrest and wring it to and fro, vii
And euery way did try, but all in vaine:
For he would not his greedie grype forgoe,