When healed I am, and strength burns in my breast,
Begin I now prepare her to rescue:
This good squire, heaven-sent, no evil knew,
And so my self to ready I imprest
To him my knowledge of this darkened nest,
Where Hade the kite doth feed on manly dew,
And fair seem false, while lie seem to be true.
The squire quakes, but assure I him rest,
For he hath delivered what need most I
To face alone that great infernal court,
Which every man must face before he die.
Yet not for me do I besiege this port,
But for she that grants me the greatest care,
A heart that loves me full beyond compare.
The virtue dominant in this poem is that of strength, which builds as Orphos prepares to continue. The strength is greatest when he realizes he must continue alone, as the squire does not necessarily want to partake of the journey into Hell, but only to help Orphos when he was needed.
6. kite: A predatory bird.