"Could'st thou not in Almontes and Troyane, As dead whilere, your thirsty faulchion plant, By you those monarch's children might be slain.
Are you alive, and lives King Agramant?
Never will you efface the shameful stain, That ye, so often wronged, not only grant Life to that king, but as your lord obey;
Lodge in his court, and serve him for his pay?