Butnowthewallsandturretsroundabout，Bothyoungandoldwithmanythousandsfill；
　　ThekingClorindasentandherbraverout，Tokeepthefield，shestayeduponthehill：
　　GodfreylikewisesomeChristianbandssentoutWhicharmed，andrankedingoodarraystoodstill，AndtotheirchampionsemptyletremainTwixteithertroopalargeandspaciousplain。
　　LXXXIV
　　ArganteslookedforTancredibold，Butsawanuncouthfoeatlastappear，Raymondrodeon，andwhatheaskedhim，told，Betterbychance，“Tancredisnowelsewhere，Yetglorynotofthat，myselfbeholdAmcomeprepared，andbidtheebattlehere，Andinhisplace，orformyselftofight，Lo，hereIam，whoscornthyheathenishmight。“
　　LXXXV
　　ThePagancastascornfulsmileandsaid，“ButwhereisTancred，ishestillinbed？
　　Hislookslateseemedtomakehighheavenafraid；
　　Butnowfordreadheisordeadorfled；
　　Butwhe’erearth’scentreorthedeepseamadeHislurkinghole，itshouldnotsavehishead。“
　　“Thouliest，“hesays，“tosaysobraveaknightIsfledfromthee，whotheeexceedsinmight。“
　　LXXXVI
　　TheangryPagansaid，“IhavenotspiltMylaborthen，ifthouhisplacesupply，Gotakethefield，andlet’sseehowthouwiltMaintainthyfoolishwordsandthatbravelie；“
　　Thusparleyedtheytomeetinequaltilt，Eachtookhisaimatother’shelmonhigh，EveninthefighthisfoegoodRaymondhit，Butshakedhimnot，hedidsofirmlysit。
　　LXXXVII
　　ThefierceCircassianmissedofhisblow，Athingwhichseldbefellthemanbefore，Theangel，byunseen，hisforcedidknow，Andfarawrythepoignantweaponbore，Hebursthislanceagainstthesandbelow，Andbithislipsforrage，andcursedandswore，Againsthisfoereturnedheswiftaswind，Halfmadinarmsasecondmatchtofind。
　　LXXXVIII
　　Liketoaramthatbuttswithhornedhead，Sospurredheforthhishorsewithdesperaterace：
　　Raymondathisrighthandletslidehissteed，AndashepassedstruckatthePagan’sface；
　　Heturnedagain，theearlwasnothingdread，Yetsteptaside，andtohisragegaveplace，Andonhishelmwithallhisstrengthgansmite，Whichwassohardhiscourtlaxcouldnotbite。
　　LXXXIX
　　TheSaracenemployedhisartandforceTogriphisfoewithinhismightyarms，Butheavoidednimblywithhishorse，Hewasnoprenticeinthosefiercealarms，Abouthimmadehemanyawindingcourse，Nostrength，norsleightthesubtlewarriorharms，Hisnimblesteedobeyedhisreadyhand，Andwherehesteptnoprintleftinthesand。
　　XC
　　Aswhenacaptaindothbesiegesomehold，Setinamarshorhighuponahill，Andtriethwaysandwilesathousandfold，Tobringthepiecesubjectedtohiswill；
　　SofaredtheCountywiththePaganbold；
　　Andwhenhedidhisheadandbreastnoneill，Hisweakerpartshewiselyganassail，Andentrancesearchedoft’twixtmailandmail。
　　XCI
　　Atlasthehithimonaplaceortwain，Thatonhisarmstheredbloodtrickleddown，Andyethimselfuntoucheddidremain，Nonailwasbroke，noplumecutfromhiscrown；
　　Argantesragingspenthisstrengthinvain，Wastewerehisstrokes，histhrustswereidlethrown，Yetpressedheon，anddoubledstillhisblows，Andwherehehitsheneithercaresnorknows。
　　XCII
　　AmongathousandblowstheSaracineAtlaststruckone，whenRaymondwassonear，ThatnottheswiftnessofhisAquilineCouldhisdearlordfromthathugedangerbear：
　　Butlo，athandunseenwashelpdivine，Whichsaveswhenworldlycomfortsnoneappear，Theangelonhistargereceivedthatstroke，AndonthatshieldArgantes’swordwasbroke。
　　XCIII
　　Theswordwasbroke，thereinnowonderliesIfearthlytemperedmetalcouldnotholdAgainstthattargetforgedabovetheskies，Downfellthebladeinpiecesonthemould；
　　TheproudCircassianscantbelievedhiseyes，Thoughnaughtwerelefthimbutthehiltsofgold，Andfullofthoughtsamazedawhilehestood，WonderingtheChristian’sarmorwassogood。
　　XCIV
　　Thebrittlewebofthatrichswordhethought，WasbrokethroughhardnessoftheCounty’sshield；
　　AndsothoughtRaymond，whodiscoverednaughtWhatsuccorHeavendidforhissafetyyield：
　　ButwhenhesawthemangainstwhomhefoughtUnweaponed，stillstoodheinthefield；
　　Hisnobleheartesteemedtheglorylight，Atsuchadvantageifheslewtheknight。
　　XCV
　　“Gofetch，“hewouldhavesaid，“anotherblade，“
　　Wheninhisheartabetterthoughtarose，HowforChrist’sgloryhewaschampionmade，HowGodfreyhadhimtothiscombatchose，Thearmy’shonoronhisshoulderlaidTohazardsnewhelistnotthatexpose；
　　Whilethushisthoughtsdebatedonthecase，ThehiltsArganteshurledathisface。
　　XCVI
　　Andforwardspurredhismounturefiercewithal，Withinhisarmslonginghisfoetostrain，Uponwhosehelmtheheavyblowdidfall，Andbentwell-nighthemetaltohisbrain：
　　Buthe，whosecouragewasheroical，Leaptby，andmakesthePagan’sonsetvain，Andwoundshishand，whichheoutstretchedsaw，Fiercerthaneagles’talon，lions’paw。
　　XCVII
　　Nowhere，nowthere，oneverysideherode，Withnimblespeed，andspurrednowout，nowin，AndashewentandcamestilllaidonloadWhereLordArgantes’armswereweakandthin；
　　Allthathugeforcewhichinhisarmsabode，Hiswrath，hisire，hisgreatdesiretowin，Againsthisfoetogetherallhebent，Andheavenandfortunefurtheredhisintent。
　　XCVIII
　　Buthe，whosecouragefornoperilfails，Wellarmed，andbetterhearted，scornshispower。
　　Likeatallshipwhenspentareallhersails，Whichstillresiststherageofstormandshower，Whosemightyribsfastboundwithbandsandnails，WithstandsfierceNeptune’swrath，formanyanhour，Andyieldsnotupherbruisedkeeltowinds，Inwhosesternblastnoruthnorgraceshefinds：
　　XCIX
　　Argantessuchthypresentdangerwas，WhenSatanstirredtoaidtheeatthyneed，Inhumanshapeheforgedanairymass，Andmadetheshadeabodyseemindeed；
　　WellmightthespiritofClorindapass，Likeheritwas，inarmorandinweed，Instature，beauty，countenanceandface，Inlooks，inspeech，ingesture，andinpace。
　　C
　　Andforthespiritshouldseemthesameindeed，Fromwhereshewaswhoseshowandshapeithad，Towardthewallitrodewithfeignedspeed，Wherestoodthepeoplealldismayedandsad，Toseetheirknightofhelphavesogreatneed，Andyetthelawofarmsallhelpforbad。
　　ThereinaturretsatasoldierstoutTowatch，andataloop-holepeepedout；
　　CI
　　Thespiritspaketohim，calledOradine，Thenoblestarcherthenthathandledbow，“OOradine，“quothshe，“whostraightaslineCan’stshoot，andhiteachmarksethighorlow，Ifyonderknight，alas！beslaininfine，Aslikestis，greatruthitwereyouknow，Andgreatershame，ifhisvictoriousfoeShouldwithhisspoilstriumphanthomewardgo。
　　CII
　　“Nowprovethyskill，thinearrow’ssharpheaddipInyonderthievishFrenchman’sguiltyblood，IpromisetheethysovereignshallnotslipTogivetheelargerewardsforsuchagood；“
　　Thussaidthespirit；themandidlaughandskipForhopeoffuturegain，norlongerstood，Butfromhisquiverhugeashafthehent，Andsetitinhismightybownewbent，CIII
　　Twangedthestring，outflewthequarrellong，Andthroughthesubtleairdidsingingpass，Ithittheknightthebucklesrichamong，Wherewithhispreciousgirdlefastenedwas，Itbruisedthemandpiercedhishauberkstrong，Somelittleblooddowntrickledonthegrass；
　　Lightwasthewound；theangelbyunseen，Thesharpheadbluntedoftheweaponkeen。
　　CIV
　　Raymonddrewforththeshaft，asmuchbehoved，Andwiththesteel，hisbloodoutstreamingcame，Withbitterwordshisfoehethenreproved，Forbreakingfaith，tohiseternalshame。
　　Godfrey，whosecarefuleyesfromhisbelovedWereneverturned，sawandmarkedthesame，AndwhenheviewedthewoundedCountybleed，Hesighed，andfeared，moreperchancethanneed；
　　CV
　　Andwithhiswords，andwithhisthreateningeyes，Hestirredhiscaptainstorevengethatwrong；
　　Forthwiththespurredcourserforwardhies，Withintheirrestsputweretheirlanceslong，Fromeithersideasquadronbraveoutflies，Andboldlymadeafierceencounterstrong，TheraiseddusttooverspreadbegunTheirshiningarms，andfarmoreshiningsun。
　　CVI
　　Ofbreakingspears，ofringinghelmandshield，Adreadfulrumorroaredoneveryside，Therelayahorse，anotherthroughthefieldRanmasterless，dismountedwashisguide；
　　Hereonelaydead，theredidanotheryield，Somesighed，somesobbed，someprayed，andsomecried；
　　Fiercewasthefight，andlongerstillitlasted，Fiercerandfewer，stillthemselvestheywasted。
　　CVII
　　Argantesnimblyleaptamidthethrong，Andfromasoldierwrunganironmace，Andbreakingthroughtheranksandrangeslong，Therewithhepassagemadehimselfandplace，Raymondhesought，thethickestpressamong。
　　Totakerevengefor！atereceiveddisgrace，Agreedywolfheseemed，andwouldassuageWithRaymond’sbloodhishungerandhisrage。
　　CVIII
　　Thewayhefoundnoteasyashewould，Butfierceencountersputhimofttopain，HemetOrmannoandRogerobold，OfBalnavile，Guy，andtheGerrardstwain；
　　Yetnothingmighthisrageandhastewithhold，Theseworthiesstrovetostophim，butinvain，Withthesestrongletsincreasedstillhisire，Likeriversstopped，orcloselysmoulderedfire。
　　CIX
　　HeslewOrmanno，andwoundedGuy，andlaidRogerolow，amongthepeopleslain，Oneverysidenewtroopsthemaninvade，Yetalltheirblowswerewaste，theironsetsvain，ButwhileArgantesthushisprizesplayed，Andseemedalonethisskirmishtosustain，Thedukehisbrothercalledandthushespake，“Gowiththytroop，fightforthySaviour’ssake；
　　CX
　　“Thereenterinwherehottestisthefight，Thyforceagainsttheleftwingstronglybend。“
　　Thissaid，sobraveanonsetgavetheknight，ThatmanyaPaynimboldtheremadehisend：
　　TheTurkstooweakseemedtosustainhismight，Andcouldnotfromhispowertheirlivesdefend，Theirensignsrent，andbrokewastheirarray，Andmenandhorseonheapstogetherlay。