Give me thy helmet and thy cuirass!... nay, ...
Thou wert not wont to let me ask in vain,
Nor to gainsay me when my will was known!
To thee methinks I should be still the King.
Thus saying, they withdrew a little way
Within the trees. Roderick alighted there,
And in the old man’s armour dight himself.
Dost thou not marvel by what wonderous chance,
Said he, Orelio to his master’s hand
Hath been restored? I found the renegade