Well, said Sir Dinadan, yet have I no shame, for the old shrew, Sir Launcelot, smote me down.

So they went to dinner, [and] all the court had good sport at Dinadan.
Then when the dinner was done they blew to the field to behold Sir Palomides and Corsabrin.

Sir Palomides pight his pensel in midst of the field; and then they hurtled together with their spears as it were thunder, and either smote other to the earth.

And then they pulled out their swords, and dressed their shields, and lashed together mightily as mighty knights, that well-nigh there was no piece of harness would hold them, for this Corsabrin was a passing felonious knight.

Corsabrin, said Palomides, wilt thou release me yonder damosel and the pensel?
Then was Corsabrin wroth out of measure, and gave Palomides such a buffet that he kneeled on his knee.