Who, by her cleanly garment catching hold,
Her from her Palfrey pluckt, her visage to behold.
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But her fierce servant, full of kingly awe
And high disdaine, whenas his soveraine Dame
So rudely handled by her foe he sawe,
With gaping jawes full greedy at him came,
And ramping on his shield, did weene the same
Have reft away with his sharpe rending clawes: