It yeelded was by them, that iudged it:
And she her selfe adiudged to the Knight,
That bore the Hebene speare, as wonne in fight.
But Britomart would not thereto assent,
Ne her owne Amoret forgoe so light
For that strange Dame, whose beauties wonderment
She lesse esteem’d, then th’others vertuous gouernment.
Whom when the rest did see her to refuse, xxi
They were full glad, in hope themselues to get her:
Yet at her choice they all did greatly muse.