The heralds left their pricking 756 up and down. Now ring the trumpet loud and clarioun. There is no more to say, but east and west In go the spearës sadly 757 in the rest; In go the sharpë spurs into the side. There see me who can joust, and who can ride. There shiver shaftës upon shieldës thick; He feeleth through the heartë-spoon 758 the prick. Up spring the spearës twenty foot on height; Out go the swordës as the silver bright. The helmës they to-hewen, and to-shred; 759 Out burst the blood, with sternë streamës red. With mighty maces the bones they to-brest. 760 He through the thickest of the throng gan threst. 761 There stumble steedës strong, and down go all.