About the field astray the steedes ran;
And to behold their rule and governaunce,
I you ensure it was a great pleasaunce.
And so the justes last an houre and more;
But tho, that crowned were in laurer grene,
Wan the prise; their dints was so sore,
That there was none ayent hem might sustene,
And the justing all was left off clene,
And fro their horse the ninth alight anone,
And so did all the remnant everichone.