What arms they had upon them, they unbound,

  And cast them, strung by rage and fury sore,

  Into the moat which girt that castle round,

  Nor even kept the faulchions which they wore;

  And, since a woman them had cast to ground,

  O'erwhelmed with rage and shame, the warriors swore,

  Themselves of such a crying shame to clear,

  They, without bearing arms, would pass a year;