Down under Aix there is a pasture large Which for the fight of th' two barons is marked.
Proof men are these, and of great vassalage, And their horses, unwearied, gallop fast;They spur them well, the reins aside they cast, With virtue great, to strike each other, dart;All of their shields shatter and rend apart.
Their hauberks tear; the girths asunder start, The saddles slip, and fall upon the grass.
Five score thousand weep, who that sight regard.
AOI.
