Not thinking, howsoe'er, she was a maid,

  Who in no look or act the maid confest;

  Duke Aymon's daughter, loth to be delaid,

  Refuses, as a traveller that is pressed.

  But they so often and so sorely prayed,

  That she could ill refuse the kings' request.

  Her lance she levels, at three strokes extends

  All three on earth, and thus the warfare ends: