the accus’d was prov’d;
    Then, while the votes were given, awhile remov’d. 
    But those brave warriors, when they weigh’d the plight
    And the fair promise of this hapless knight,
    His youth, for yet he reach’d not manhood’s prime;
    His gallant mien, his life without a crime,
    His helpless state by kindred unsustain’d,
    In a strange court and in a foreign land,
    All cried aloud, were Lanval doom’d to die,
    It were a doom of shame and cruelty.

    At first ’twas mov’d, that straight conducted thence,
    Some meet confinement should chastise the offence;
    When one grave peer, in honest hope to wave
    The dire debasement of a youth so brave,
    Produc’d this purpose, with such reasoning grac’d,
    ’Twas with the general plaudit soon embrac’d: 
    ‘’Twas urg’d,’ he said, ’and sure the offence he blam’d,
    Their queen by base comparison was sham’d;
    That he, the prisoner, with strange fury mov’d,
    Had prais’d too proudly the fair dame he lov’d;
    First, then, ’twere meet this mistress should be seen
    There in full court, and plac’d beside the queen;
    So might they judge of passion’s mad pretence,
    Or truth had wrought the ungrateful preference.’

    So spoke the judge; Sir Lanval hears the doom,
    And weens his hour of destiny is come;
    Quench’d is the lore that erst, in happier day,
    Won to his whisper’d prayer the willing fay;
    And the last licence pitying laws devise,
    Serves but to close the count of miseries!

    When, lo! strange shouts of joy and clamourous cheers,
    Rose from without, and stay’d the astonish’d peers: 
    At hand two damsels entering in were seen,
    Lovely alike their look, and noble was their mien;
    On a grey dappled steed each lady rode,
    That pac’d for pride, as conscious of his load;
    ‘Lo here!’ ’twas murmured round with new delight,
    ‘Lo here, the mistress of the Breton knight!’
    The twain meanwhile pass’d onward undelay’d,
    And to the king their graceful greetings paid,
    Then told their lady’s coming, and desir’d
    Such harbourage as highest rank requir’d.

    E’en as they spoke, twain others, lovelier fair,
    Of stature loftier, of more royal air,
    Came proudly on:  of gold their purfled vest,
    Well shap’d, each symmetry of limb confess’d: 
    On goodly mules from farthest Spain they brought,
    This pair the presence of the sovereign sought.

    The impatient king, ere well their lips had power,
    To claim fit harbourage of board and bower,
    Led on their way; and, court’sies scantly done,
    Back to the peers be sped, and press’d the judgment on;
    For much, meseems, his vengeful heart misgave
    Some thwarting chance the Breton knight might save.