So furiously each other did assayle,<br /> As if their soules they would attonce haue rent<br /> Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle<br /> Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent;<br /> That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent,<br /> And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore,<br /> Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent,<br /> So mortall was their malice and so sore,<br />Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.