When she beheld, how, of the drawbridge clear

  Those knights, together or scarce sundered, came,

  She took her ground; and next in fierce career,

  With flowing bridle, drove the furious dame,

  Levelling against those kings that virtuous spear,

  Her cousin's gift, which never missed its aim;

  Whose touch each warrior must unseat parforce;

  Yea Mars, should Mars contend in mortal course.