Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore

Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore, That with a stroke (as he was wondrous strong) He cleft the Crowne that on his Helme he wore, And tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong: Then with a second brus'd his Helme before, That it his forehead pittifully wroong: As some that sawe it certainly had thought, The King therewith had to the ground beene brought.

[Stanza 238: Alanzon beaten downe by the King of England.]

But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit, (As now his valour lay vpon the Rack) Vpon the face the Duke so strongly hit, As in his Saddle layde him on his back, And once perceiuing that he had him split, Follow'd his blowes, redoubling thwack on thwack: Till he had lost his Stirups, and his head Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread.