And Altars fouled, and blasphemy spoke,
And th’Images for all their goodly hew,
Did cast to ground, whilest none was them to rew;
So all confounded and disordered there.
But seeing Calidore, away he flew,
Knowing his fatall hand by former feare;
But he him fast pursuing, soone approched neare.
Him in a narrow place he ouertooke, xxvi
And fierce assailing forst him turne againe:
Sternely he turnd againe, when he him strooke