After him gallops not, nor hurries ought,

  Bradamant, who pursues her road at ease:

  Much evermore evolving in her thought

  Things that may chance, she finally foresees

  That through the buckler by that damsel brought,

  Will follow strife and boundless enmities,

  Amid king Charles's peerage and the rest,

  If with that shield he shall reward the best.