Stroke him, as he his hand to strike vpreard,
In th’arm-pit full, that through both sides the wound appeard.
Yet still that direfull stroke kept on his way, xxxiv
And falling heauie on Cambelloes crest,
Strooke him so hugely, that in swowne he lay,
And in his head an hideous wound imprest:
And sure had it not happily found rest
Vpon the brim of his brode plated shield,
It would haue cleft his braine downe to his brest.
So both at once fell dead vpon the field,