Constantine on that night with all his host, Raising his camp, from Save's green shore had gone:
With this in Beleticche he takes post, Androphilus', his sister's husband's town, Father of him, whose arms in their first joust (As if of wax had been his habergeon)
Had pierced and carved the puissant cavalier, Now by Ungiardo pent in dungeon drear.
