Frush

Rinaldo's armor frush'd and hack'd they had, Oft pierced through, with blood besmeared new.

[…] I like thy armour well; I'll frush it and unlock the rivets all But I'll be master of it.

And than they fruyshed forth all at onys, of the bourelyest knyghtes that ever brake brede, with mo than fyve hondred at the formyst frunte [...].

Between the mountains, which in endless war Hurtle , with horrible uproar and frush