That after, or before, were never known
  Such chiefs, as each an army seem’d alone: 
  Beside the champions, all of high degree,
  Who knighthood loved, and deeds of chivalry, 10
  Throng’d to the lists, and envied to behold
  The names of others, not their own, enroll’d. 
  Nor seems it strange; for every noble knight
  Who loves the fair, and is endued with might,
  In such a quarrel would be proud to fight. 
  There breathes not scarce a man on British ground
  (An isle for love and arms of old renown’d)
  But would have sold his life to purchase fame,
  To Palamon or Arcite sent his name: 
  And had the land selected of the best, 20
  Half had come hence, and let the world provide the rest. 
  A hundred knights with Palamon there came,
  Approved in fight, and men of mighty name;
  Their arms were several, as their nations were,
  But furnish’d all alike with sword and spear. 
  Some wore coat-armour, imitating scale;
  And next their skins were stubborn shirts of mail. 
  Some wore a breastplate and a light jupon,
  Their horses clothed with rich caparison: 
  Some for defence would leathern bucklers use, 30
  Of folded hides; and others shields of pruce. 
  One hung a pole-axe at his saddle-bow,
  And one a heavy mace to stun the foe;
  One for his legs and knees provided well,
  With jambeaux arm’d, and double plates of steel: 
  This on his helmet wore a lady’s glove,
  And that a sleeve embroider’d by his love.

    With Palamon above the rest in place,
  Lycurgus came, the surly king of Thrace;
  Black was his beard, and manly was his face; 40
  The balls of his broad eyes roll’d in his head,
  And glared betwixt a yellow and a red: 
  He look’d a lion with a gloomy stare,
  And o’er his eyebrows hung his matted hair: 
  Big-boned, and large of limbs, with sinews strong,
  Broad-shoulder’d, and his arms were round and long. 
  Four milk-white bulls (the Thracian use of old)
  Were yoked to draw his car of burnish’d gold. 
  Upright he stood, and bore aloft his shield,
  Conspicuous from afar, and overlook’d the field. 50
  His surcoat was a bear-skin on his back;
  His hair hung long behind, and glossy raven black. 
  His ample forehead bore a coronet,
  With sparkling diamonds and with rubies set: 
  Ten brace, and more, of greyhounds, snowy fair,
  And tall as stags, ran loose, and coursed around his chair,
  A match for pards in flight, in grappling for the bear: 
  With golden muzzles all their mouths were bound,
  And collars of the same their necks surround. 
  Thus through the fields Lycurgus took his way; 60
  His hundred knights attend in pomp and proud array.