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 Adorn'd in armour, and embroidery gay, To lordly London hold the crowded way. Bold Lancaster receives the knights with joy; The feast and warlike song each hour employ. The beauteous dames attending wake their fire, With tears enrage them, and with smiles inspire. And now with doubtful blushes rose the day, Decreed the rites of wounded fame to pay. The English monarch gives the listed bounds, And, fixt in rank, with shining spears surrounds. Before their dames the gallant knights advance, Each like a Mars, and shake the beamy lance: The dames, adorn'd in silk and gold, display A thousand colours glittering to the day: Alone in tears, and doleful mourning, came, Unhonour'd by her knight, Magricio's dame. Fear not our prowess, cry the bold eleven, In numbers, not in might, we stand uneven, More could we spare, secure of dauntless might, When for the injured female name we fight.


 * Beneath a canopy of regal state,

High on a throne the English monarch satesat [sic], All round, the ladies and the barons bold, Shining in proud array, their stations hold. Now o'er the theatre the champions pour, And facing three to three, and four to four, Flourish their arms in prelude. From the bay Where flows the Tagus, to the Indian sea, The