"Hearest thou not? hola! I want thy steed,"
(Cried Roland) and advanced with wrathful cheer.
A solid staff and knotted, for his need, That shepherd had, wherewith he smote the peer;
Whose violence and ire all bounds exceed, Who seems withal to wax more fierce than e'er:
A cuff he levels at that rustic's head, And splits the solid bone, and lays him dead.
