I was roaming in the streets of turmoil
Sauntering in the labyrinth of falsehood
Nestled in the feminine cloaks of hood-rats
When I suddenly stopped, in response to a voice ...
I thought to do a deed of chivalry,
An act of worth, which haply in her sight
Who was my mistress should recorded be
And of the nations. And, when thus the fight
Faltered and men once bold with faces white
Turned this and that way in excuse to flee,
I only stood, and by the foeman's might
Was overborne and mangled cruelly.
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