But can endure it all most patiently.”
“Well said, true heart,” replied Geraint, “but arms,
That if, as I suppose, your nephew fights 475
In next day’s tourney I may break his pride.”
And Yniol answer’d, “Arms, indeed, but old
And rusty, old and rusty, Prince Geraint,
Are mine, and therefore at your asking, yours.
But in this tournament can no man tilt, 480
Except the lady he loves best be there.
Two forks are fix’d into the meadow ground,