and traitorous intent;
6 That Redcross Knight, pardie, I never slew,

pardie > truly; "by God"

7 But had he been where erst his arms were lent,

erst > lately (a reference to Sansloy's fight with the disguised
Archimago at 103.34-39)

8 The enchanter vain his error should not rue:

vain > feeble, weak; foolish; vainly

9 But you his error shall, I hope, now prove true."

error > (Either Archimago's error in disguising himself as the
Redcross Knight, or the error made by the Redcross Knight in
killing Sansfoy, which ultimately led to Archimago being wounded
and unhorsed)
hope > think, predict
prove > [through combat]

106.43

Therewith they gan, both furious and fell,
2 To thunder blowes, and fiersly to assaile
Each other bent his enimy to quell,
4 That with their force they perst both plate and maile,
And made wide furrowes in their fleshes fraile,
6 That it would pitty any liuing eie.
Large floods of bloud adowne their sides did raile;
8 But floods of bloud could not them satisfie:
Both hungred after death: both chose to win, or die.

1 Therewith they began, both furious and fell,

Therewith > With that, thereupon
fell > fierce, terrible

2 To thunder blows, and fiercely to assail,

assail > attack (quasi-intransitive)

3 Each other bent his enemy to quell,

bent > determined
quell > kill (rather than merely vanquish: see line 9)

4 That with their force they pierced both plate and mail,

That > [So that]
plate and mail > (Implying that they are wearing armour consisting
both of steel plates and of chain mail)

5 And made wide furrows in their fleshes frail,

fleshes > bodies

6 That it would pity any living eye.

That > [So that]
pity > [move to pity]

7 Large floods of blood down their sides did rail;

Large > Plentiful, copious
rail > gush, flow

8 But floods of blood could not them satisfy:
9 Both hungered after death: both chose to win, or die.

106.44

So long they fight, and +fell+ reuenge pursue,
2 That fainting each, themselues to breathen let,
And oft refreshed, battell oft renue:
4 As when two Bores with rancling malice met,
Their gory sides fresh bleeding fiercely fret,
6 Till breathlesse both them selues aside retire,
Where foming wrath, their cruell tuskes they whet,
8 And trample th'earth, the whiles they may respire;
Then backe to fight againe, new breathed a