But you, that have no lady, cannot fight.”
To whom Geraint with eyes all bright replied,
Leaning a little toward him, “Your leave! 495
Let me lay lance in rest, O noble host,
For this dear child, because I never saw,
Though having seen all beauties of our time,
Nor can see elsewhere, anything so fair.
And if I fall her name will yet remain 500
Untarnish’d as before; but if I live,
So aid me Heaven when at mine uttermost,