And furie, to be crossed in his way,
Gaping full wyde, did thinke without remorse
To be aueng’d on him, and to deuoure his corse.
But the bold knight no whit thereat dismayd, xxi
But catching vp in hand a ragged stone,
Which lay thereby (so fortune him did ayde)
Vpon him ran, and thrust it all attone
Into his gaping throte, that made him grone
And gaspe for breath, that he nigh choked was,
Being vnable to digest that bone;