Whom leauing there in that dispiteous[321] plight,
He ran still on, thinking to follow fast
His other fellow Pagan, which before him past.
In stead of whom finding there ready prest ix
Sir Artegall, without discretion
He at him ran, with ready speare in rest:
Who seeing him come still so fiercely on,
Against him made againe. So both anon
Together met, and strongly either strooke
And broke their speares; yet neither has forgon