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But that proud Paynim forward came so fierce, And full of wrath, that with his sharp-head speare, Through vainly crossed shield° he quite did pierce, And had his staggering steede not shrunke for feare, Through shield and bodie eke he should him beare: Yet so great was the puissance of his push, That from his saddle quite he did him beare: He tombling rudely downe to ground did rush, And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush.