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At last she chaunced by good hap to meet A goodly knight,° faire marching by the way Together with his Squire, arrayed meet: His glitterand armour shined farre away, Like glauncing light of Phoebus brightest ray; From top to toe no place appeared bare, That deadly dint of steele endanger may: Athwart his brest a bauldrick brave he ware, That shynd, like twinkling stars, with stons most pretious rare.