When Odenate was dead, she mightily The regnë held, and with her proper hand Against her foes she fought so cruelly, That there n’as 4118 king nor prince in all that land, That was not glad, if be that gracë fand That she would not upon his land warray; 4119 With her they maden álliánce by bond, To be in peace, and let her ride and play.

The emperor of Romë, Claudius, Nor, him before, the Roman Gallien, Durstë never be so courageoús, Nor no Armenian, nor Egyptien, Nor Syrian, nor no Arabien, Within the fieldë durstë with her fight, Lest that she would them with her handës slén, 4120 Or with her meinie 4121 puttë them to flight.