The Duel.

Honour be my guardian be my glove,

Let me finish and denounce this duel for love.

There my opponent stately ordains,

His awesome gentry in vanity pertains.

And now the cross, the thrust and the lance,

Begins it's deadly clashing dance,

From sword to sword the angers pass,

And then I strike a cut of crystal glass

But the quiet sword he cast before

Shall make constant injury evermore.

Let me enclose a tune of sweetness,

A touch of perfume to awake your soul,

It seems the past was patience without meekness,

I made aims below my lover's goal.

She was to me the ripening of my story,

But her gain in pleasing me divine,

Was so to search the halls of glory,

Where she found her warrior, now mine,

He stands again the villain will not cease,

And so again the clash of love will have no peace.

Victory be by saviour be my lord,

Two victories I pray I shall own,

The first will be at angers sword,

The second to replenish my lost crown.

And the slaying, he again shall never mourn,

I've won and the reef is lost,

For this victory is a head of thorn,

I stand with my love, the cost.

And my sword and I shall not rest,

I slay her and solitude is my only guest,

There is nothing left

Please,

Silence be my haven be my quest.