As in this course to o'erleap a ditch he sought, Head over heels, she with her rider went:
Nor harmed was he, nor felt that tumble aright;
But she, with shoulder slipt, lay foully shent.
Long how to bear her thence Orlando thought, And in the end upon his shoulders hent.
He from the bottom climbed, thus loaded sore, And carried her three bow-shots' length and more.
