'And her purity doth constrain me to mourn for her love so sweet, Vassals and lands she gave me; yet joy for a true knight meet 510 Belakané of that hath robbed me! yet shame for a wavering mind I think me is right and manly--With such fetters her love did bind That she held me afar from Tourney, nor in search of strife I went; Then I thought me that deeds of knighthood should free me from ill-content, And here have I somewhat striven--Now many a fool would say 515 That I, for her colour, fled her, to my eyes was she light as day! For her womanhood true I sorrow; o'er all others her worth stood high As the boss from the shield outstandeth. And another grief have I, And here make I my moan unto ye, my brother's arms I saw, But the shield on which they were blazoned, with point up-turned they bore.' 520 (Ah! woe for the words that are spoken, and the tidings of grief they bring!) His eyes they o'erflowed with water, that gallant Spanish king, 'Alas! O queen for thy madness, thro' thy love is Galoes slain, Whom every faithful woman from her heart shall mourn amain If she would that her dealing win her true honour in true man's thought. 525 Ah! queen of Auvergne I think me, tho' small grief it to thee hath brought, Yet thro' thee have I lost my kinsman, tho' his ending was fit and fair, For a knightly joust hath slain him who thy token in strife would bear! And these princes here, his comrades, their heartfelt grief they show, As in funeral train their shield's-breadth do they turn to the earth below, 530 For thus hath great sorrow taught them--In this guise do they knightly deeds, Heavy-hearted that he, my cousin, serveth no more for true love's meed!'