He rode like a wild horseman of Yucatan.
Wary, resourceful, sudden in device and powerful in onset, he bore all down, until the Queen cried: "There hath not been such skill in England since my father rode these lists.

Three of my best gentlemen down, and it hath been but breathing to him.

Now, Sir Harry Lee, it is thy turn," she laughed as she saw the champion ride forward; "and next 'tis thine, Leicester.

Ah, Leicester would have at him now!" she added sharply, as she saw the favourite spur forward before the gallant Lee.

"He is full of choler--it becomes him, but it shall not be; bravery is not all.