ither could his mightie puissance sustaine.
1 As savage bull, whom two fierce mastiffs bait,
savage > wild; savage
bait > harass, attack; _also:_ worry, torment (a captive or chained
animal, for "sport")
2 When rancour does with rage him once engore,
once > [once and for all, finally]
engore > gore, wound deeply; _hence:_ infuriate
3 Forgets with wary ward them to await,
ward > guard
await > [keep watch for]
4 But with his dreadful horns them drives afore,
5 Or flings aloft, or treads down in the floor,
floor > ground (catachresis prompted by the rhyme)
6 Breathing out wrath, and bellowing disdain,
disdain > wrath
7 That all the forest quakes to hear him roar:
That > [So that]
8 So raged Prince Arthur 'twixt his foemen twain,
foemen > enemies
twain > two, double, twofold (emphasizing their unfairness)
9 That neither could his mighty puissance sustain.
That > [So that]
puissance > strength, power
sustain > endure, withstand
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But euer at _Pyrochles_ when he smit,
2 Who _Guyons_ shield cast euer him before,
Whereon the Faery Queenes pourtract was writ,
4 His hand relented, and the stroke forbore,
And his deare hart the picture gan adore,
6 Which oft the Paynim sau'd from deadly stowre.
But him henceforth the same can saue no more;
8 For now arriued is his fatall howre,
That no'te auoyded be by earthly skill or powre.
1 But ever at Pyrochles when he smote
2 (Who Guyon's shield cast ever him before,
3 Whereon the Faery Queen's portrait was writ),
Whereon > On which
writ > drawn, painted
4 His hand relented, and the stroke forbore,
5 And his dear heart the picture gan adore,
dear > loving
gan > did
6 Which oft the paynim saved from deadly stour.
paynim > pagan, heathen
stour > peril
7 But him henceforth the same can save no more:
8 For now arrived is his fatal hour,
hour > moment
9 That no'te avoided be by earthly skill or power.
no'te > cannot
skill > knowledge
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For when _Cymochles_ saw the fowle reproch,
2 Which them appeached, prickt with +guilty+ shame,
And inward griefe, he fiercely gan approch,
4 Resolu'd to put away that loathly blame,
Or dye with honour and desert of fame;
6 And on the hauberk stroke the Prince so sore,
That quite disparted all the linked frame,
8 And pierced to the skin, but bit +no more+,
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