spent.

"Lo! Faitour, there thy meede unto thee take, "The meede of thy mifchalenge and abet! "Not for thine owne, but for thy fifter's fake, "Have I thus long thy life unto thee let; "But to forbeare doth not forgive the det." The wicked weapon heard his wrathfull bow, And paffing forth with furious affret,

Pierft through his bever quite into his brow, [bow. 'That with the force it backward forced him to XII.

Therewith afunder in the midst it breft,
And in his hand nought but the troncheon left,
The other halfe behind yet flicking faft,
Out of his head-pecce, Cambell fiercely reft,
And with fuch furie backe at him it heft,
That making way into his dearest life,

His weafand-pipe it through his gorget cleft;
Thence ftreames of purple bloud iffuing rife,

The dreadfull ftroke, in cafe it had arrived
Where it was ment, fo deadly it was ment,
The foule had fure out of his body rived,
And ftinted all the ftrife incontinent;
But Cambel's fate that fortune did prevent i

ftrife.

And fo gave way unto his fell intest;

preft.

XXIII.

Well mote ye wonder how that noble knight,
After he had fo often wounded beene,
Could stand on foot now to renew the fight;
But had ye then him forth advauncing feene,
Some new-borne wight ye would him furely

weene,

So fresh he seemed and fo fierce in fight ;
Like as a fnake, whom wearie winter's teene
Hath worne to nought, now feeling fommer's
might,

Cafts off his ragged skin, and freshly doth him dight.

XXIV.

All was through vertue of the ring he wore, The which not onely did not from him let One drop of blood to fall, but did restore

Sir Triamond at last full faint and feeble flood.

XXIX.

But Cambell ftill more ftrong and greater grew,
Ne felt his blood to waste, ne powres emperifht,
Through that ring's vertue, that with vigour new
Still whenas he enfeebled was him cherisht,
And all his wounds and all his bruses guarifht;
Like as a withred tree through husband's toyle
Is often feene full freshly to have florisht,
And fruitfull apples to have borne a while,

| As fresh as when it first was planted in the foyle.

XXX.

Through which advantage, in his ftrength he rofe,
And fmote the other with fo wondrous might,
That through the feame which did his hauberk
clofe,

Into his throate and life it pierced quight,
That downe he fell as dead in all mens fight;