Rogero's blow was levelled with such spite, That this upon Frontino's crupper made The helmet and the shell of iron smite, In which that Saracen his limbs arrayed;
And he, three times or four, to left and right, -- As if about to fall -- head-foremost, swayed;
And would have lost withal his trusty brand, But that the hilt was fastened to his hand.
