Then each, dishorsed and drawing, lash’d at each
So often and with such blows, that all the crowd
Wonder’d, and now and then from distant walls 565
There came a clapping as of phantom hands.
So twice they fought, and twice they breathed, and still
The dew of their great labour, and the blood
Of their strong bodies, flowing, drain’d their force.
But either’s force was match’d till Yniol’s cry, 570
“Remember that great insult done the Queen,”
Increased Geraint’s, who heaved his blade aloft,