To loose, ne yet the warlike pledge to yield,
He smot thereat with all his might and maine,
That nought so wondrous puissaunce might sustaine;
Upon the joint the lucky steele did light,
And made such way, that hewd it quite in twaine;
The paw yett missed not his minisht might,[°]
But hong still on the shield, as it at first was pight.
XLIV
For griefe thereof and divelish despight,[°]