And to his friend vnwist, for doubt of blame,
If he misdid,[81] he on himselfe did dight,
That none could him discerne, and so went forth to fight.
There Satyrane Lord of the field he found, xxviii
Triumphing in great ioy and iolity;
Gainst whom none able was to stand on ground;
That much he gan his glorie to enuy,
And cast t’auenge his friends indignity.
A mightie speare eftsoones at him he bent;
Who seeing him come on so furiously,