XVII + 

“I will not harm her, by all saints I swear,” + 

Quoth Porphyro: “O may I ne’er find grace + 

When my weak voice shall whisper its last prayer, + 

If one of her soft ringlets I displace, + 

Or look with ruffian passion in her face: + 

Good Angela, believe me by these tears; + 

Or I will, even in a moment’s space, + 

Awake, with horrid shout, my foemen’s ears, + 

And beard them, though they be more fang’d than wolves and bears.” + 