So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore. Edmund Spenser
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Those two men were so angry with each other that they were like to tear their very hearts out. The veins in their necks were bulging out, and the blood was flowing down to the ground like water. They were covered in blood; their armor was covered in blood, and there was even blood on the ground. But even though their anger was fierce, they didn’t relent for a second.

Source: The Faerie Queene, Books Three And Four

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