And hauing now misfortune got for guide,[79]
Staid not, till it arriued in his side,
And therein made a very griesly wound,
That streames of bloud his armour all bedide.
Much was he daunted with that direfull stound,
That scarse he him vpheld from falling in a sound.
Yet as he might, himselfe he soft withdrew xxv
Out of the field, that none perceiu’d it plaine,
Then gan the part of Chalengers anew
To range the field, and victorlike to raine,