But I will first pursue the martial maid, Ere more of these, fair sir, I shall proclaim.
Beyond the Durence, Rhone, and Saone she strayed, And to the foot of sunny mountain came;
And there approaching in black gown arrayed, Beside a torrent, saw an ancient dame;
Who with long journey weak, and wearied sore, Appeared, but pined by melancholy more.
