This lusti peine hath overtake[767]
The herte of this Romein so sore,
That to knihthode more and more
Prouesce avanceth his corage.
Lich to the Leoun in his rage, 2590
Fro whom that alle bestes fle,
Such was the knyht in his degre:[768]
Wher he was armed in the feld,
Ther dorste non abide his scheld;
Gret pris upon the werre he hadde.