About the Air the shined Pieces play,
Then on their Swords their Noble Hand they lay.
And Norfolk first a Blow directly guides,
To Oxfords Head, which from his Helmet slides
Upon his Arm, and biteing through the Steel,
Inflicts a Wound, which Vere disdains to feel.
But lifts his Faulcheon with a threatning grace,
And hews the Beaver off from Howards Face,
This being done, he with compassion charm'd,
Retires asham'd to strike a Man disarm'd.