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 Full dearely shalt thou by it (quoth Exadius) may I get A weapon: and with that in stead of weapon, he did set His hand uppon a vowd harts horne that on a Pynetree hye Was nayld, and with two tynes therof he strake out eyther eye Of Gryne: whereof sum stacke uppon the home, and sum did flye Uppon his beard, and there with blood like jelly mixt did lye. A flaming fyrebrand from amids an Altar Rhaetus snatcht, With which uppon the leftsyde of his head Charaxus latcht A blow that crackt his skull. The blaze among his yellow heare Ran sindging up, as if dry come with lightning blasted were. And in his wound the seared blood did make a greevous sound, As when a peece of steele red hot tane up with tongs is drownd In water by the smith, it spirts and hisseth in the trowgh. Charaxus from his curled heare did shake the fyre, and thowgh He wounded were, yit caught he up uppon his shoulders twayne A stone, the Jawme of eyther doore that well would loade a wayne. The masse theof was such as that it would not let him hit His fo. It lighted short: and with the falling downe of it A mate of his that Comet hyght, it all in peeces smit. Then Rhaete restreyning not his joy, sayd thus: I would the rowt Of all thy mates myght in the selfsame maner prove them stowt. And with his halfeburnt brond the wound he searched new agayne, Not ceasing for to lay on loade uppon his pate amayne, Untill his head was crusht, and of his scalp the bones did swim Among his braynes. In jolly ruffe he passed streyght from him To Coryt, and Euagrus, and to Dryant on a rowe. Of whom when Coryt (on whose cheekes yoong mossy downe gan grow) Was slayne, What prayse or honour (quoth Euagrus) hast thou got By killing of a boy? mo woordes him Rhetus suffred not To speake, but in his open mouth did thrust his burning brand, And downe his throteboll to his chest. Then whisking in his hand His fyrebrand round about his head he feercely did assayle The valyant Dryant. But with him he could not so prevayle. For as he triumpht in his lucke, proceeding for to make Continuall slaughter of his foes, sir Dryant with a stake (Whose poynt was hardned in the fyre) did cast at him a foyne And thrust him through the place in which the neck and shoulders joyne.