Lo, said Sir Tristram, yonder is one will joust; now dress thee to him.

Ah, shame betide thee, said Sir Dinadan.

Nay, not so, said Tristram, for that knight beseemeth a shrew.
Then shall I, said Sir Dinadan.

And so they dressed their shields and their spears, and they met together so hard that the other knight smote down Sir Dinadan from his horse.

Lo, said Sir Tristram, it had been better ye had left.