Without awaiting answer, to career She spurred her horse, and vanished in the wood.
Zerbino, deeming her a cavalier, Cried to the crone, "By whom am I subdued?"
And, knowing 'twould be poison to his ear, And that it would inflame his angered blood, She in reply, "It was a damsel's blow Which from thy lofty saddle laid thee low.
