The Emir to his men:—"Strike, Pagans, ye

For this alone have come. Dames sweet and fair

Shall be your guerdon; honors, and domains

I promise all."—The Saracens respond:

"To serve you all we ought."—So hard they fight

That in the hot affray they lose their spears:

Anon a thousand flashing swords and more,

Are drawn, a bloody slaughter to achieve.

He who stood on that field, true battle saw.

Aoi.