7 No foot to foe. The flashing fire flies, 8 As from a forge, out of their burning shields, 9 And streams of purple blood new dye the verdant fields.
purple > red
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Curse on that Crosse (quoth then the Sarazin)
2 That keepes thy body from the bitter fit;
Dead long ygoe I wote thou haddest bin,
4 Had not that charme from thee forwarned it:
But yet I warne thee now assured sitt,
6 And hide thy head. Therewith vpon his crest
With rigour so outrageous he smitt,
8 That a large share it hewd out of the rest,
And glauncing downe his shield, from blame him fairely blest.
1 "Curse on that cross," quoth then the Saracen, 2 "That keeps your body from the bitter fit;
the bitter fit > [death]
3 Dead long ago, I wot, you had been,
wot > know
4 Had not that charm from you forwarned it:
charm > talisman (an insult, since the use of magic is forbidden by the code of chivalry) forwarned > prohibited; hence: spared