This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...knight, and soone thyselfe prepaire To batteile, if thou meane her love to gayn. Loe, loe already how the fowles in aire Doe flocke, awaiting shortly to obtayn Thy carcas for their pray, the guerdon of thy payn.' nit And therewithall he fiersly at him flew, And with importune outrage him assayld; Who, soone prepard to field, his sword forth drew, And him with equall valew countervayld: Their mightie strokes their haberjeons dismayld, And naked made each others manly spalles; The mortall steele despiteously entayld Deepe in their flesh, quite through the yron walles, That a large purple streame adowne their giambeux falles. m Cymochles, that had never mett before So puissant foe, with envious despight His prowd presumed force increased more, Disdeigning to bee held so long in fight. Sir Guyon, grudging not so much his might As those unknightly raylinges which he spoke, With wrathfull fire his corage kindled bright, Thereof devising shortly to be wroke, And doubling all his powres redoubled every stroke. Both of them high attonce their handes enhaunst, And both attonce their huge blowes down did sway. Cymochles sword on Guyons shield yglaunst, And thereof nigh one quarter sheard away; But Guyons angry blade so fiers did play On th' others helmett, which as Titan shone, That quite it clove his plumed crest in tway, And bared all his head unto the bone; Wherewith astonisht, still he stood as sencelesse stone. ma Still as he stood, fayre Phaedria, that beheld That deadly daunger, soone atweene them ran; And at their feet her selfe most humbly feld, Crying with pitteous voyce, and count'nance wan, 'Ah, well away most noble Lords, how can Your cruell eyes endure so pitteous sight, To shed your lives on ground? Wo worth the man, That first did...