His horses backe, yet to and fro long shooke,
And tottred like two towres, which through a tempest quooke.
But when againe they had recouered sence, x
They drew their swords, in mind to make amends
For what their speares had fayld of their pretence.
Which when the Damzell, who those deadly ends
Of both her foes had seene, and now her frends
For her beginning a more fearefull fray,
She to them runnes in hast, and her haire rends,
Crying to them their cruell hands to stay,