That standeth at a gappë 472 with a spear When hunted is the lion or the bear, And heareth him come rushing in the greves, 473 And breaking both the boughës and the leaves, Thinketh, “Here comes my mortal enemy, Withoutë fail, he must be dead or I; For either I must slay him at the gap; Or he must slay me, if that me mishap:” So fared they, in changing of their hue As far as either of them other knew. 474 There was no good day, and no saluting, But straight, withoutë wordës rehearsing, Evereach of them holp to arm the other, As friendly, as he were his owen brother. And after that, with sharpë spearës strong They foined 475 each at other wonder long. Thou mightest weenë, 476