The whiles his life ran foorth[147] in bloudie streame,
His soule descended downe into the Stygian reame.
Which when that Squire beheld, he woxe full glad xlvi
To see his foe breath[148] out his spright in vaine:
But that same dwarfe right sorie seem’d and sad,
And howld aloud to see his Lord there slaine,
And rent his haire and scratcht his face for paine.
Then gan the Prince at leasure to inquire
Of all the accident, there hapned plaine,
And what he was, whose eyes did flame with fire;