looks such terror breed;
  To court she went, their pardon would she get,
  But on the way the courteous king she met.

  XLVI
  "Sir King," quoth she, "my name Clorinda hight,
  My fame perchance has pierced your ears ere now,
  I come to try my wonted power and might,
  And will defend this land, this town, and you,
  All hard assays esteem I eath and light,
  Great acts I reach to, to small things I bow,
  To fight in field, or to defend this wall,
  Point what you list, I naught refuse at all."