How he by Sacripant was overtaken, And fought by him, to his discomfit sore, And how he lost his courser, how was taken, I say not now, who have to say before, With what disdain and with what anger shaken, Against his liege and love, the Sarzan Moor Forth from the Saracen cantonments sped, And what he of the one and other said.
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