Defoil

"A murder'd body huge beside him stood, Of head and right hand both but lately spoiled, His left hand bore the head, whose visage good Both pale and wan with dust and gore defoiled, Yet spake, though dead, with whose sad words the blood Forth at his lips in huge abundance boiled:— Fly Argillan, from this false camp fly far, Whose guide a traitor, captains murderers are."