The youth, that sees him chase his love who fled, His courser spurs, and in pursuit is gone.
With naked faulchion after him he sped, And cut and thrust at Roland as he run.
He from his shoulders hoped to cleave his head, But found the madman's skin as hard as bone;
Yea, harder far than steel, nor to be harmed;
So good Orlando at his birth was charmed.
