But thence the blade, and hence the blood ensues.
Conan. But what! did Mordred’s eyes endure this sight?
Nuncius. They did; and he himself, the spur of fiends
And Gorgons all, lest any part of his
Scap’d free from guilt, enflam’d their minds to wrath,
And with a valour, more than virtue yields,
He cheer’d them all, and at their back with long
Outreached spear stirr’d up each ling’ring hand.
All fury-like, frounc’d up with frantic frets,
He bids them leave and shun the meaner sort,