Fore-stroke and back he deals, and on the ground Horsemen and foot o'erthrows on every side:
This while the ample mob the knight surround, And more and more the warfare rages wide.
At length Sir Gryphon fears he shall be drowned, (So waxed their numbers) in the increasing tide;
And hurt in the left shoulder, through his mail, And thigh, his wind as well begins to fail.