"Then how much better, since our stake's the same,

  Thou, loving like myself, should'st mount and stay

  To wait this battle's end, the lovely dame,

  Before she fly yet further on her way.

  The lady taken, we repeat our claim

  With naked faulchion to that peerless prey:

  Else by long toil I see not what we gain

  But simple loss and unrequited pain."