The maid turns pale, and all her colour flies,

  Who dreads so stern a sentence to obey:

  But generous Bradamant, in prudent guise,

  Who could not bear to see her turned away,

  Cried to that baron, "Partial and unwise

  Your judgment seems, as well all judgments may,

  Wherein the losing party has not room

  To plead before the judge pronounces doom.