Next, for he felt that weight too irksome grow, He put her down, to lead her by the rein;
Who followed him with limping gait and slow, "Come on," Orlando cried, and cried in vain;
And, could the palfrey at a gallop go, This ill would satisfy his mood insane.
The halter from her head he last unloosed, Wherewith her hind off-foot the madman noosed.
