16.
But heau’n did calme false fortune’s threatfull brow,
And did auert the point of my sharpe speare:
Yet by his ribs the flesh it vp did plow,
And running through his arme made blood appeare,
The stubborne staffe the king to ground did beare,
Who falling from his horse in mind dismai’d,
Vnto his men aloud did call for aid.
17.
The voice descri’d my error, and with speed