Rogero, when Marphisa on the ground He saw unhorsed, deferred no more his aid;
Who for that deed had leisure; since, astound, Rodomont far away had been conveyed:
He smote the morion which that Tartar crowned;
And, cleft like stalk, his head on earth had laid, Had he his trusty Balisarda born, Or Mandricardo other helmet worn.
