a man would almost sweare,
That either, had bin either;
Their furious steedes began to naye
That they were heard a mighty way,
Their staues vpon their rests they lay;
Yet e'r they flew together, 600

Their Seconds minister an oath,
Which was indifferent to them both,
That on their Knightly faith, and troth,
No magicke them supplyed;
And sought them that they had no charmes,
Wherewith to worke each others harmes,
But came with simple open armes,
To haue their causes tryed.

Together furiously they ran,
That to the ground came horse and man, 610
The blood out of their Helmets span,
So sharpe were their incounters;
And though they to the earth were throwne,
Yet quickly they regain'd their owne,
Such nimblenesse was neuer showne,
They were two Gallant Mounters.

When in a second Course againe,
They forward came with might and mayne,
Yet which had better of the twaine,
The Seconds could not iudge yet; 620
Their shields were into pieces cleft,
Their helmets from their heads were reft,
And to defend them nothing left,
These Champions would not budge yet.

Away from them their Staues they threw,
Their cruell Swords they quickly drew,
And freshly they the fight renew;
They euery stroke redoubled:
Which made _Proserpina_ take heed,
And make to them the greater speed, 630
For fear lest they too much should bleed,
Which wondrously her troubled.

When to th' infernall _Stix_ she goes,
She takes the Fogs from thence that rose,
And in a Bagge doth them enclose;
When well she had them blended:
She hyes her then to _Lethe_ spring,
A Bottell and thereof doth bring,
Wherewith she meant to worke the thing,
Which onely she intended. 640

Now _Proserpine_ with _Mab_ is gone
Vnto the place where _Oberon_
And proud _Pigwiggen_, one to one,
Both to be slaine were likely:
And there themselues they closely hide,
Because they would not be espide;
For _Proserpine_ meant to decide
The matter very quickly.

And suddainly vntyes the Poke,
Which out of it sent such a smoke, 650
As ready was them