This way and that, as loth his curled browes
(Which he had oft wrapt in the skie with stormes)
Should stoope: and yet, his radicall fivers burst,100
Storme-like he fell, and hid the feare-cold earth—
So fell stout Barrisor, that had stood the shocks
Of ten set battels in your Highnesse warre,
'Gainst the sole souldier of the world, Navarre.
Gui. O pitious and horrid murther!
[Montsurry.] Such a life[105]