Struck at her with his whip, and she return’d
Indignant to the Queen; and then I swore
That I would track this caitiff to his hold, 415
And fight and break his pride, and have it of him.
And all unarm’d I rode, and thought to find
Arms in your town, where all the men are mad;
They take the rustic murmur of their bourg
For the great wave that echoes round the world; 420
They would not hear me speak; but if you know
Where I can light on arms, or if yourself