Here stopt the horse; but him he could not guide, Left without bit his motions to restrain.
Brimfull of rage and choler, at his side, The Tartar held him, grappled by the mane.
"Put upon him" (to Mandricardo cried His lady, Doralice) "my hackney's rein, Since for the bridle I have little use;
For gentle is my palfrey, reined or loose."
