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“My prowess then let Lubor try!”
Together hurtling furiously
Their heads together struck with force,
And each is fallen from his horse.
With eager speed their swords they drew,
And fiercely fought on foot anew;
Their swords with so much might they wield,
That with the strokes resounds the field.
Lubor beside his rival sprang,
His sword upon his helmet rang,
The stricken helmet flew in twain;
Then sword on sword he struck again;
Out of the lists his sword is flown,
And Zdeslaw on the ground is thrown.
The drums and trumpets loudly call,
Round Lubor throng the nobles all;
Before the prince they lead him there,
The princess and Ludisa fair.
Ludisa doth the victor grace,
And on his brows a wreath doth place,
A wreath of oaken foliage made.
Loud roll’d the drums, the trumpets bray’d.

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