But Ferrau, who till this time ever nigh Marsilius, scarce had quitted him that day, When half destroyed he marked his chivalry, And saw that baffled banner born away, Pricked his good courser forth, in time to spy, (Where mid those squadrons hottest waxed the fray)
With his head severed in a griesly wound, Olympio de la Serra fall to ground:
