And over these is laid a silver wand,
And over that is placed a sparrow-hawk,
The prize of beauty for the fairest there. 485
And this, what knight soever be in field
Lays claim to for the lady at his side,
And tilts with my good nephew thereupon,
Who being apt at arms and big of bone
Has ever won it for the lady with him, 490
And toppling over all antagonism
Has earn’d himself the name of sparrow-hawk.