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XX. Which Braggadocchio seeing, bad no will To hasten greatly to his parties ayd, Albee his turne were next; but stood there still, As one that seemed doubtfull or dismayd; But Triamond, halfe wroth to see him staid, Sternly stept forth, and raught away his speare, With which so sore he Ferramont assaid, That horse and man to ground he quite did beare, Thať neither couldin hast themselves againe u preare. XXI. Which to avenge, Sir Devon him did dight, But with no better fortune then the rest, For him likewise he quickly downe did smight; And after him Sir Douglas him addrest, And after him Sir Palimord forth prest; But none of them against his strokes could stand, But all the more, the more his praise increst; For either they were left upon the land, Or went away sore wounded of his haplesse hand.
XXII. And now by this Sir Satyrane abraid Out of the swowne, in which too long he lay; And looking round about, like one dismaid, Whenas he saw the mercilesse affray Which doughty Triamond had wrought that day Unto the noble knights of Maidenhead, His mighty heart did almost rend in tway For very gall, that rather wholly dead Himselfe he wisht have beene then in so bad a stead,
XXIII. Eftsoones he gan to gather up around His weapons, which lay scattered all abrode, And as it fell his steed he ready found, On whom remounting, fiercely forth he rode, Like sparke of fire that from the andvile glode, There where he saw the valiant Triamond Chasing, and laying on them heavy lode, That none his force were able to withstond; So dreadfull was his strokes, so deadly was his hond.
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the field, and victor-like to raine, That none against them battell durst maintaine. By that the gloomy evening on them fell, That forced them from fighting to refraine, And trumpets sound to cease did them compell; So Satyrane that day was iudg'd to beare the bell.
XXVI. The morrow next the turney gan anew, And with the first the hardy Satyrane Appear'd in place with all his noble crew : On th' other side full many a warlike swaine Assembled were, that glorious prize to gaine ; But mongst them all was not Sir Triamond, Unable he new battell to daraine Through grievaunce of his late received wound, That doubly did him grieve, when so himselfe he found.
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XXVII. Whịch Cambell seeing, though he could not salve, Ne done undoe, yet for to salve his name, And purchase honour in his friend's behalve, This goodly counterfesaunce he did frame; The sheild and armes well knowne to be the same Which Triamond had worne, unwares to wight, And to his friend unwist, for doubt of blame If he misdid, he on himselfe did dight, [fight. That none could him discerne, and so went forth to
XXVIII. There Satyrane lord of the field he found, Triumphing in great ioy and iolity, Gainst whom none able was to stand on ground, That much he gan his glorie to envy, And cast t'avenge his friend's indignity : A mighty speare eftsoones at him he bent, Who seeing him come on so furiously, Met him mid-way with equall hardiment, That forcibly to ground they both together went.
XXIX. They up againe themselves gan lightly reare, And to their tryed swords themselves betake, With which they wrought such wondrous marvels That all the rest it did amazed make, [there, Ne any dar'd their perill to partake: Now cuffing close, now chacing to and fro, Now hurtling round advantage for to take; As two wild boares together grapling go, Chaufing and foming choler each against his fo.