Then some kind parting-blows round him willingly dealing,
That on breastplates, and corslets, and helmets clang’d loud,
Sending some ten or dozen to right and left reeling,
He soon clear’d his way through the terrified crowd.
O’er the pales then he bounded
As all stood confounded.
To the saddle he leap’d—and his horse’s heels sounded
As he spurrd out of sight,
Leaving proofs of his might,
That had marr’d the bold jousting of many a knight.