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“The Ladye, hearing that the man was there, who would in combat guard her name and fame, wends glad the fleece of Helle’s beast to wear, which more than Virtue vulgar hearts doth claim: They cry, ‘Let go!’ and now the trump’s shrill blare fireth the warrior-heart with fiercer flame: All prick at once the spur, all slack the bit, all couch the lances; earth by fire is lit.