It was both keen and sharp ;
He clave the giant to the belt,
And cut in twain his heart. {232}
Will Scadlock well had play’d his part,
The giant he had brought to his knee ;
Quoth Will, The devil cannot break his fast,
Unless he have you all three.
So with his faulchion he run him through,
A deep and ‘ghastly’ wound ;
Who dam’d and foam’d, curst and blasphem’d,