Though he to death was wounded,
so mightily smote he,
That from the hero’s buckler
there fell abundantly
The precious stones that deck’d it;
the shield itself did break;
The noble guest his vengeance
was fain enow to wreak.
Though he to death was wounded,
so mightily smote he,
That from the hero’s buckler
there fell abundantly
The precious stones that deck’d it;
the shield itself did break;
The noble guest his vengeance
was fain enow to wreak.