Will throw his mantle on the ground:
Let yours suspended be:
If under his your garment lay,
Doubled his might would be.
When the black giant draws anear,
Then fail not with your lance
To make the sign of holy cross,
Or ever he advance.
And when he rushes full of rage
And fury on my lord,
Receive him on its point, the lance
Will break not, trust my word.
By aid of heaven and your two arms,
Naught will avail his paynim charms.”
By aid of Heaven and his two arms,
The trusty lance brake not
When they against each other rode
In fierce encounter hot:
When in the hall they dashed amain
To onset, breast to breast,