Because his stroke wys hevy to beare I lept asyde from hym full quickly, And to him I ran without any feare. Whan he had discharged agayne full lightly, He rored loude, and sware I should abye, But what for that? I stroke at him fast, And he at me, but I was not agast. But as he faught he had a vauntage, He was right hye and I under him low; Tyll at the last, with lusty courage Upon the side I gave him such a blow That I right nere did him overthrow, But right anone he did his might enlarge, That upon me he did such a stroke discharge, That unneth I might make resistaunce Agayng his power, for he was so stronge. I dyd defend me agaynst his vyolence, And thus the battayll dured right longe; Yet evermore I did thinke amonge Of La Belle Pucell, whom I shold attayne After my battayles, to release my payne. And as I loked I saw than overale Fayre golden Phebus with his beames read, Than up my courage I began to hale, Which nigh before was agone and dead. My swerde so entred that the giaunt blede, And with my strokes I cut of anone One of his legges amiddes the thye bone. Than to the ground he adowne did fall, And upon me he gan to loure and glum, Enforcing him so for to ryse withall, But that I shortly unto hem did cum, With his thre hedes he spytte all his venum, And I with my swerde, as fast a coude be, With all my force cut of his hedes thre. Whan I had so obteyned the victory, Unto me than my verlet well sayd: You have demaunded well and worthely: My greyhoundes lepte and my stede than brayde, And than from ferre I saw, well arayed, To me come ryding thre ladyes swete; Forth than I rode and did wyth them mete. The fyrst of them was called Veryte, And the second Good Operacion, The thirde and cleped Fydelyte: All they at ones wyth good opinion Did geve to me great laudacion, And me beseched with her hert entere Wyth them to rest and to make good chere. I graunted them, and than backeward we rode The mighty giaunt to se and behold, Whose huge body was more than five carte lode, Which lay there bleding that was almost colde; They for his death did thanke me many a fold, For he to them was enmy mortall, Wherfore his thre hedes they toke in special. And than Verite, on the first fane, Did sette aloft of Falshoed the hede, And Good Operacion in lykewise had tane Of Ymaginacion that full sore than bledde His hede alofte upon his baner rede. And in likewise Fydelite had served Perjuries hede, as he had well deserved. And with swete songes and swete armony Before me they rode to their fayre castell; So forth I rode, with great joy and glory, Unto the place where these ladies did dwell, Sette on a rocke beside a spryng or a well, And fayre Observaunce, the goodly portres, Did us receyve with solempe gladnes.