As Bradamant unarms, and first her shield,

  And after puts her polished casque away,

  A caul of shining gold, wherein concealed

  And clustering close, her prisoned tresses lay,

  She with the helmet doffs; and now revealed,

  (While the long locks about her shoulders play,)

  A lovely damsel by that band is seen,

  No fiercer in affray than fair of mien.