For I parried the thrusts of each daring knight.
I was justly ‘The Slayer of Heroes’ nam’d;
For no match could be found for my weapon bright.
But I fear’d my father might force me, at last,
To accept, as my husband, some parasite;
And therefore I fled; and, in this lonely place,
With my troop of horsemen, I chose to alight.
Here we watch for the passing caravans;
And with plunder we quiet our appetite.
Thou hast made me thy captive, and pardon’d me: