That dare fight three to three,
Against the prince, and giants twain,
Most horrid for to see ;
Whose grisly looks, and eyes like brands,
Strike terrour where they come,
With serpents hissing on their helms,
Instead of feathered plume. {226}
The princess shall be the victor’s prize,
The king hath vow’d and said,
And he that shall the conquest win,