3220Pack hence with speed, or by Actaeon's head,
My weighty falchion shall pronounce thee dead.'
'Well,' says Albino, 'since thou'lt not desist,
Prove the adventures of a bloody duel.
One of our threads fell Atrop's shall untwist,
For to my rage kind pity lendeth fuel.
To free a virgin from thy gripping paws
I judge well pleasing unto nature's laws.'
They clasp'd their helms, and buckled to their fight,
'Twixt whom no umpire was but meagre death.