Canto

1    32|     throne,~His son, prince Clodion, had a mistress rare;~And
2    32|  round no shelter find,~But Clodion, that loved much, and was
3    32| lifted glaive,~To prove Sir Clodion a discourteous knave;~ ~
4    32| should be lodged alone,~And Clodion with his knights remain
5    32| Whereof I spake, so dear in Clodion's eyes;~Whom SHE had equalled
6    32|    foul discourteousness~Of Clodion with a fit revenge requite,~
7    32|       XC~" `And, should Sir Clodion grieve beneath the tree~
8    32|    out all night, the moody Clodion strayed,~Puffing and pacing
9    32|    his discourtesy whilere,~Clodion had every scorn deserved