Therewith upon his crest he stroke him so,
 That twice he reeled, ready twice to fall;
 End of the doubtful battle deemed then
 The lookers on, and loed to him again call
The false Duessa, Thine the shield, and I, and all.
Soon as the Faerie heard his Lady speak,

Out of his swooning dream he again awake,
 And quickening faith, that erst was waxen weak,
 The creeping deadly cold away did shake:
 Then molded with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake,
 Of all at once he cast avenged to be,
 And with so exceeding fury at him strike,
 That forced him to stoop upon his knee;
Had he not stooped so, he should have cloven be.

Book 1, Canto 5