Sometimes pursewing, and sometimes pursewed,
Still as aduantage they espyde thereto:
But toward th’end Sir Arthegall renewed
His strength still more, but she still more decrewed.
At last his lucklesse hand he heau’d on hie,
Hauing his forces all in one accrewed,
And therewith stroke[104] at her so hideouslie,
That seemed nought but death mote be her destinie.
The wicked stroke vpon her helmet chaunst, xix
And with the force, which in it selfe it bore,